The other day I had a strange experience with a customer on the phone. I was speaking to a man who was complaining about how he had been treated by a contract-employee. Halfway through his complaint he stopped and directed a comment toward me. He said – sort of out of the blue – “man’s search for meaning” and then continued complaining again. A very short while later he said it again “man’s search for meaning” only this time he went off on a tangent about how people are always searching for happiness. At first I thought this was the usual rambler – the kind of person who gets completely off topic and has to be gently lead back to the subject at hand.
A few minutes later and back on track he started complaining again – and then he stopped again and repeated himself – “man’s search for meaning.” Then he asked if I was happy. Immediately my guard went up and I locked the door and pulled the curtains of my soul. I tried to get him back on topic but this time he would not be swayed. He persisted in talking about mankind’s eternal search for the meaning of life; he asked a few personal questions, which, having already checked out of the hotel, I gave him some very generic answers.
While he was running on about the search for life’s meaning, I was trying to decide if this man was a kook or a prophet. God works through all kinds of folks, even kooky ones and if there was a message here then I hoped I was listening.
He repeated the phrase again and said it was a book and that I should read it. No matter how hard I tried to get him back on topic, he kept talking about this book I should read. I finally agreed to take a look at it when I went to the library. After that he was willing to close the complaint conversation.
Just before the man hung the phone up he said, “Do you know why I know this about you?” (About my struggle to find meaning in my life, which I never admitted to but felt he might be right.) I said no. He said, “Because I’m psychic.” I just said, “Oh.” What could I say? I was as dumbfounded as if he’d said ‘I’m the Queen of England’. He reminded me of the book (again) and then hung up the phone.
He never left his name or his phone number.
I’ve got the book on hold at the library. Turns out its’ a recount of a man’s struggle to survive the Holocaust during WWII. If that doesn’t give me some real perspective, then nothing can.
So, is he psychic? Or is he a prophet of God? Or is he just a man who was moved by a Spiritual Force to impart some words of wisdom for me? Or is he just a kook?
I may never know.
Addendum a few days later – I’ve picked up the book. After reading a few snippets here and there, I’m thinking, not kook. Definitely not kook.