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!