My parents worked for a couple of years with a mission
church in the Kiamichi Mountains of southeastern Oklahoma. One day my dad went
to call on an elderly Choctaw man. When he arrived, the man was sitting on his
front porch as if waiting for my dad to arrive. Before my dad could begin to
talk to him, the man told him that he knew about the Lord; he had just been
waiting for someone to come along and baptize him. Someone had planted and
perhaps even watered so that all my dad had to do was pluck the fruit.
The same seems to have been true in the case of Lydia. While
Paul was no doubt a dynamic and effective preacher, it really wasn’t his
message that moved Lydia to respond. She already knew and worshipped God – the
seed had been planted. Paul’s sermon was like a gentle spring rain, causing the
seed to sprout and open up to the Holy Spirit’s leading. Her response was to be
baptized – as if she was just waiting for the final piece of the puzzle. Just
like the old Choctaw man. As someone has said, “The Holy Spirit will convict
men of the truth; one does not have to be hit over the head with it.”*
We can’t tell when or if the seed that we plant is going to
take root; we don’t know if we are overwatering or underwatering; we can’t see
if the seed is germinating. It’s easy to become discouraged when we don’t see
the results of our diligent gardening efforts but we must trust the Holy Spirit
to work on the hearts of our little sprouts and reap the harvest. That is his
job, not ours.
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