Pepe plays the guitar.

We have Alpha meetings at a bar down the street from the church every Tuesday night. This past week an older man wandered in to the back of the bar where we meet, because he saw the guitars laying on the table.
He picked one up and began to play this incredibly gorgeous classical Spanish song. Nate, one of my fellow short-termers, began to play with him. Somehow, as we all listened to him and he met everyone, he decided to stay for the meal, and then the video, and then the discussion groups...it was random. But very good.
I don't know what his story is...I have been thinking a lot about it though. Every one's story, so different, but the author of life never ceases to awe me in his innate ability to twist and turn and create the most incredible stories by pouring his presence over the pages.

Pepe. The random guitarist.