Paved with good intentions, the road to hell is asking for my business card with the promise of a future engagement at a private party, a wedding or a corporate function, and then not leaving me a tip.
As a Christian, I place my faith in the certain payday of eternal heaven.
But here’s the difference.
As a Christian, I am also tipped in the present.
I have a long list of things for which I am grateful, for which I give thanks, for which I humbled to receive.
If things are good now, then how much better the promise of what lies ahead?
And even if things are bad, I trust that there’s something better looking forward.
Jesus tips me all the time.
Shouldn’t balling event planners that want music for their “possible next big budget projects” do the same?