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Topic: HARVEST (11/21/19)
- TITLE: Seeds Sown
By Doug Spurling
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That didnâ€™t take long.
â€œWelcomeâ€ he smiled and said my name.
â€œHowâ€™d you know myâ€”â€
â€œWeâ€™ve been expecting you.â€
The gates opened.
There was a line of people as far as I could see. â€œOh boy, thisâ€™ll take awhile.â€
He chuckled, â€œIt wonâ€™t take a moment.â€
Something wasnâ€™t right. All the folks were facing usâ€¦looking at me.
I got nervous and turned to go, but a man grabbed my hand. He pumped it up and down. â€œThank you,â€ his smile wide, â€œthanks, a million thanks.â€
My jaw dropped. â€œHuh? For what?â€
Someone patted my back, â€œThank you, so very much.â€
Before I knew it, a group of kids were hugging my legs and giggling.
Then, a tall man stood before me. His mouth quivered, his eyes glistened, â€œI really appreciate you, sir.â€
Little by little, I was propelled along this sea of people, each offering their gratitude.
Iâ€™d never seen anything like it. Iâ€™m no movie star; or famous, anything.
A lady gave me a hug that reminded me of grandma.
I wracked my brain for what Iâ€™d done.
Once upon a time, I started a Bible study in high school, was a youth pastor, traveled with an evangelism team, started a church, wrote articles and books about Jesusâ€¦that had to be it.
I smiled and shook another hand.
Who am I kidding? That couldnâ€™t be it.
I went too far with my girlfriend and the Bible study fizzled. I quit being a youth pastor when the pastor and I had a falling outâ€”then, he and his wife split and tore the church apart. My travels with the evangelist were only to help heal my divorced broken heart. The church start was a miracle to be sure. I didnâ€™t have a clue, but God worked and it grewâ€”until I managed to screw things up and walk out. My writing was a bright and shiny gift, that I left in the corner to gather dust, instead of being used.
Even my best, was full of holes, nothing but filthy rags.
They kept coming.
Iâ€™d had enough. â€œThatâ€™s it. No More. I donâ€™t deserve any of this.â€
The one whoâ€™d walked with me from the start said, â€œThis has nothing to do with what you deserve.â€ He nodded toward the people, â€œThey wanted to give thanks, for seeds sown.â€ He looked at me. â€œClose your eyes.â€
I did and was twelve again, kneeling at an old wooden pew. I had no gifts. Couldnâ€™t sing. Got nervous around people. Wasnâ€™t big and strong. Nothing special. No way could I do anything great for God, like I wanted. But I asked anyway. â€œIf You can use my life to honor Youâ€”â€ my shoulders shook, a salty rivulet appeared on the pewâ€” â€œIâ€™d consider it an honor.â€
Then I saw the seeds that grew.
It wasnâ€™t from behind the pulpit, but in back, changing stinky diapers, wiping noses, reading stories, cleaning toilets and hauling out trash. It wasnâ€™t seeing my name thousands of times in print, but little notes and letters to family and friends. It was repairing a widowâ€™s screen door and shoveling snow for a disabled vet. It was visiting coworkers in jail and spending Christmas in the hospital teaching a friend to play chess. It was helping that little old lady clean her mess in aisle four and playing with the kids when Iâ€™d rather rest. It was secretly filling a gas tank or tucking a twenty in a purse.
It was lying in bed each night and praying somehow, my simple life would honor Him.
Everything went quiet and white.
I knew, the One who created stars and listened to the prayer of a boy kneeling at an old wooden pew, was there.
I fell on my face.
He lifted my chin.
â€œI was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.â€
I shook my head. My lips trembled. No words would come.
â€œInasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these, you did it to Me.â€
I bowed my headâ€¦and smiled, too.
â€œWell done My good and faithful son, enter into the joy of the Lord and His abundant harvest.â€
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