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Pow...Rumble...Uh-Oh!

March 06, 2018
By Ronnie Plyler

Pow…Rumble…Uh-Oh!

I had heard that sound before.  On Saturday, a friend and I were traveling home in HIS truck with HIS boat and his tire blew out.   We had already had to leave the lake early due to a trolling motor problem and now this!!!  I was NOT happy.

We pulled over at a rental house on New Town road where Jeremiah lives with his girlfriend and her 3 children.  He helped us with our tire until we discovered the “leaf-spring” on the trailer had broken, meaning we needed a tow-truck. 

As we waited, (2 hours) I asked Jeremiah, “What’s up with the tats?” (tattoos for you folks who don’t speak the lingo).  He was “ink-mastered-up” with them and began to share about each one.  He brushed over the cross but came back to it when I asked, “Do you go to church”?  He then served as a fountain of hope, grace, and forgiveness.  He was baptized 3 months ago and is being used to help those who live lives with addictions.  He’s looking forward to getting married very soon.  He even went inside to show me a book he had been reading about becoming a Christian.  It was marked-up, highlighted, dog-eared like he had been reading with intensity.  (I would tell you more but this is supposed to be a short Sunday devotion.)

When my buddy called the tow truck, he was on speaker.  I recognized the voice on the other line!  It was the same guy who came and towed my boat last year when I had trailer trouble.  I knew it was him because of his “high” tone and he stuttered.  When the driver, Mike, got out of the truck, I asked him if he remembered me.  We reminisced quickly, hooked up the boat, then Mike asked me, “you..you..you.. you want to ride with me?”   I jumped in the roll-back tow truck.

Traveling to my buddy’s house, we struck up the conversation of God’s goodness.  It’s easy for me because I feel so blessed with a wife, kids, people I work with, the job of proclaiming God’s goodness, etc.  He then began to share that he just buried his 3-week-old boy last Monday.  He and his wife have a 6, 4, and 2-year-old.  The loss of his baby boy was sad.   I cried but didn’t let him see me.  I prayed in his truck as he drove (with his eyes opened) of course. 

I’m a fixer.  I like to fix things.  You got a problem, I’ll tell you a solution or I’ll fix it!  You want advice or an opinion, I’ll give it.  I’m not proud of that, as it can seem arrogant…God keeps working on me.  On Saturday, I became a listener.  We were delayed for nearly 2 hours with Jeremiah and I rode with Mike for about 20 minutes.  I became a listener.  Sometimes listening is all we need to do to be an encouragement to others.

Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger, (James 1:19).  Someone will need you to listen this week.  Embrace the opportunity!