NEW HOPE UGANDA
|Huge, beautiful, flowery trees... lots of seed.|
|UNO class at Nebraska Prairie|
|Costa Rica Rio Negro, hard seed, "hard" monkeys|
Here are two God-seed-planting examples. Both unusual. One man lightly scattered seed into my heart, the other forced, SLAMMED, it in.
1) I was doing my delivery job ... carrying title insurance papers to companies in downtown Seattle. In one large building, I was waiting for an elevator. A tall man walked through the lobby and, seeing me with an armload of business-related envelopes, stepped beside me. “Excuse me. I am trying to find this building.” He showed me the address. “Do you know where it might be?” I immediately recognized it and told him exactly what direction he should go – only a couple blocks from where we were. When I finished, he touched me on the shoulder and said, very gently, “Thank you. God bless you.”
Seed was planted. Soft, gentle seed ... that has never left my life. [I truly want to meet that man in heaven. But, was he only an angel God dropped into my life to begin a change?]
THEN, there was the other one.
In Seattle, I usually walked as directly as possible so I’d get the paperwork delivered quickly enough to the companies who needed it for their property. However, on one of the main corners downtown, near 3rd and Madison, seed was planted that scared the tar out of me. A Black man, wearing a white suit, stood on the corner, holding his Bible, and hollering: "If you don't know Jesus, you’re going to go to hell.”
My reaction? He could be heard more than a block away, and I would walk a couple blocks out of the way to avoid him.
But, yes, the seed was planted. I never forgot those words. The seed was planted deeply in me, whether I would ever had desired that. The spiritual planting by them and many others over short times and long years, came forth April 15, 1966. That day the Lord officially, drawing me to such a blessed life, drawing me to my Salvation through Him. Been there forever, will be forever.
Now, am I a good seed planter? I truly, truly try to be a soft one that gently flows into an even hard life. And that usually has been the case.
Seed planting is a good God-job. Ain’t always easy, aren’t always loved. But the consequence can truly be worth the hard work.
|Light-seeded flowers at Mt. St. Helens in the hard, hard lava.|
Now, I am a seed planter, a seed-blower, a seed-crusher-into person. Fit into any of the “seed” aspects. And I want to be in that role, one way or another, for my whole life as a servant of the Lord. Period.
And I am grateful for the ones who the Lord used to place seed in me. And it continues... I must continue to grow, COLORFULLY.