~ Kyle Fischer works with not-for-profit organizations (www.reserveinc.blogspot.com) and in music (www.endup.org). He will attend Union Theological Seminary in New York City in the fall of 2008.
Not long ago, I found myself sitting on the A train with my acoustic guitar on my lap. A man sat across from me, missing teeth and talking loudly to anyone who would listen. People kept getting up from the seat next to him. One woman hardly sat down before she stood back up again, making no pretense as to why as she moved a little further down the car.
Soon he had spotted my guitar case and started asking me questions. Claimed he used to be a bass player. I had to pull my headphones off to hear him. A couple of years ago I might have ignored him and gone back to listening to Sam Cooke, but my spiritual practice reminded me not to close myself off. So I put my headphones in my bag and practiced Christian theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer calls “the ministry of listening.”
He asked would I mind if he played my guitar? I had no reason to trust him, but then I really had no reason not to. I moved into the empty seat next to him and he strummed idly at the open strings a couple of times, not really making a chord. Then he thanked me and put the guitar back in my hands.
Without warning he produced a harmonica from his breast pocket and began to play. He wasn’t terrific but it was a nice sound, and I guessed at the chord, went with a big six-string G major. Happened to be right. Nice thing about the harmonica - they’re tuned to scale so you can’t really hit a wrong note once you’ve found the key. I played a simple chord progression and he hummed away.
I began improvising silly verses about our subway ride. He told me his name was Dr. J., so I sang, “Well, my name is Kyle and this here’s Dr. J . . .” He played his harmonica in the breaks.
“I’ve been to the Baptist Church you see,” I sang, “Dr. J’s on his way--”
“From the Church of the Nazarene!” he hollered, finishing the line. It had not occurred to me that he too might be on his way back from church, on a Saturday, no less. It even rhymed.
We had really hit our stride now. People in our car were moving closer to hear. Across from me a teenager was videotaping us on his phone. I looked to my right and saw the woman who had moved away from him smiling, tapping her foot in time with the music.
We found a little refrain, my new brother and I, and sang our impromptu gospel song the whole way home, a gentle testament to the power of shared faith.
Neat. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Christina
Posted by: Christina Harris | Oct 17, 2008 at 08:27 PM
What a moment in life...and you did not miss it.
Posted by: vesna | Oct 17, 2008 at 10:52 PM