I was practising the organ in a church where I was going to give a concert. I had not locked the door to the gallery. Suddenly, an elderly man was standing next to me at the organ. I was frightened and stopped playing. "I just wanted to listen and watch for a bit," he said. All right, why not? He sat there for a complete hour and didn't move. When I packed up, he had tears in his eyes and was crying. He told me about his children, all of whom played the piano. "But I've never experienced it as intimately as I was touched by the music just in the last hour!" he shared with me. He had never been to an organ concert before and probably had not been in a church for a long time. So I invited him to my concert. He asked what he had to do so that I could make my living from concerts like this... I replied, "The only thing you can do for me is to bring as many people as possible to the concert." After the concert I saw him again - with his wife, three children, his brother and his brother's wife and three more friends. It was a beautiful Pentecost Sunday...
