[1Co 3:6-8 NIV] 6 I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow. 7 So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. 8 The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor.
It was 1975, and I was a scrawny awkward kid living in a little town with nothing more exciting than an old train engine prominently displayed on the main thoroughfare in town. (see above) My dad had died a few months before I was born, and so my mother was happy when one of my uncles or someone else would take me out to do ‘guy things’.
One day a family in the church offered to take me camping with them, and so she gladly forced me to go, thinking it would be good for me to be in the woods for a couple days. Well, it was actually in a camper at an RV park, but to her the idea was the same. So off I went with the family – mother, father, and their son Pete, who was probably 5 or 6 years older than I.
Pete and I spent much of the weekend at the pool, which had a jukebox at one end next to the fence. (I just realized that many of you might not even know what a jukebox was – google it.) At that time I think you got 5 songs for a quarter.
Well in the two days we were there, I think Pete put about $5 of quarters into that thing and played only one song over and over again: “Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song” by B.J. Thomas. To this day, I know all the words of that song, and it drives me crazy.
The point of my reminiscence is this –
Though we had never really met previously, Pete acted like my big brother – watched out for me, goofed around, even let me ride on his back as we went down a big slide into the water. It was a fun time.
He was happy and willing to “look after widows and orphans” even though there may have been other things he wanted to do that weekend. Honestly, after that weekend, Pete and I may have said “hi” 2 or 3 times, and never really had much contact past that. A year or two later, Pete was killed in a car accident just before graduating high school.
Pete was one of those people that watered the seeds of the gospel that had been planted in me even at that young age. It took another 15 years or so, and a lot more water before God was able to harvest me. But even 40 years after that weekend I still remember the good time I had, and can now see with new understanding how God was working in my life through Pete.
And it’s a reminder that we never know how showing God’s love in even the simplest way will affect a person for eternity. Don’t be afraid to let God shine through you into the lives of others.