CHAPTER 5

Limo Driver

Don’t build a castle when you can build a kingdom.

I received a call from someone organizing a national conference for

Christian radio broadcasters. He said they meet once a year and their next
meeting would be at Disney World in Orlando. They wanted me to speak
at the event, and he asked me to pray about whether I should come.
“You pray about it,” I told him. “It’s Disney World. I’m coming!”
I don’t know if just thinking about something is the same as praying
about something. Probably not. I think people often get the two confused.
Prayers sometimes are spontaneous cries out to God for help and other
times are well-organized attempts to lift our voices together for a specific
purpose. I’ve never related to scripted prayers. It would be like my kids
talking to me, or Jesus talking to His friends, using 3 x 5 - inch note cards.
When I do it right, my prayers feel like a conversation with a friend and
my words feel more like breaths of air than fancy speeches. We need
every type of prayer I suppose, but I don’t think we need to sound like
each other. God isn’t wowed by fancy words; He delights in humble
hearts.
I couldn’t wait to get to the radio broadcasters event so I could see
what Disney World in Florida looked like. I’m a yellow cab guy, so I got
off the plane in Orlando and walked over to the taxi stand. On the way
there, I saw a guy with a black hat, a suit, and a sign standing in front of a
long black limo. His sign had “Bob” written on it. My first thought was
he was there to pick up another guy named Bob. Maybe Bob Dylan was in
town? I’d always wanted to meet him. Then I noticed “Goff” under the