“I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the increase. So then neither he who plants is anything, nor he who waters, but God who gives the increase. Now he who plants and he who waters are one, and each one will receive his own reward according to his own labor.” 1 Cor. 3:6-8
“Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”” Mt. 9:37-38
I thought she might be dead. Or overdosed. Maybe a heart attack. A stroke. Could be sleeping. Maybe passed out from alcohol. The way she lay on a park bench with her pocketbook secured to her arm, her hair splayed all around her, and the way she didn’t respond when I called to her over and again, it was scary, I won’t deny it. I went and asked a man if he knew if she was okay. He didn’t care. I could tell. I went to another man and asked him to come help. He did. Along with his friend. He suggested I touch her. Not just call out to her.
When I touched her arm, she awoke abruptly. Said she was fine. She wasn’t. Too drunk to get home safely. My sweet ministry doggies and I walked her home. The perfect opportunity to talk to her about the Lord Jesus Christ.
Only trouble was despite admitting a big life’s challenge, she was adamant when it came to the Lord. No way! Of course, she was drunk. Only God knew what she would do in the next 24 hours. She had seen the love of Jesus. And stumbled up to her apartment with my Gospel tract. With the full telling that Jesus is the only way to a forever relationship with God and heaven by God’s grace through His amazing forgiveness. Starting with repentance and faith on our part.
Sowing seeds. Sowing seeds. Sowing seeds. I am so often sowing seeds of Christ in people. I learned along the way I don’t need to concern myself with what happens afterward. I simply need to humbly, lovingly sow seeds. Every opportunity the Lord gives me.
I am sure I could have found “better things” to do that night in the world’s eyes. My old streets ministry doggy Abigail had trouble walking so far at 14 years old. I could have used rest. Or talked to a friend on the phone. Anything but walk a drunk woman home whose heart had shut Jesus out.
But the Lord has taught me something crucial when it comes to sowing seeds. We need to sow them in the Lord’s time. Then trust Him to do what He will with them.
Another seed sown. For the glory of the Lord. And for the love of a fellow human in need of Him.
Please sow, sow, sow. Seeds of Christ.