So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. – I Corinthians 3:7
Having started the day of the St. Patrick’s parade with emotional misgivings and unexpected delays, annoyances, and inconveniences …
Satan’s Obstacles, or God’s “No”?
Satan’s Obstacles, or God’s “No”? Part 2: Obstacles
… my evangelizing partner Lilly and I had decided that anything short of an impossible hurdle was not a red light from God, but a distraction or obstacle from the other side. And so, not having run into any brick walls, we headed for the parade route, along with my little granddaughter Charlotte, who probably had more enthusiasm at the moment than the other two of us put together.
As we approached the first group of parade-goers, I took the lead, and Lilly remained quietly in the background – praying, I hoped.
Charlotte, however, wanted to take part, so, after I read the questions and the participants guessed at the multiple-choice answers, she announced the correct answers and their explanations. People seemed quite taken with this little lass, and they also seemed fascinated by the story of Patrick, which only the those who had attended Catholic school seemed to know anything about. When finished, I offered each group the little booklets I had made, and about half accepted, so they could quiz their families and friends.
I shared the contents of these booklets a few years ago:
Who Knew?
With each encounter, Lilly handed out bookmarks she had made. On one side was pictured a shamrock. On the stem Lilly had written the word, “LOVED,” and on the three leaves, “by the FATHER,” “by the SON,” and “by the HOLY SPIRIT.” On the back she had simply written in green, “You are loved.”
As we were received positively by every group we approached, my rebellious emotions went through a transformation. Having decided and committed to “just do it,” it was as if whatever had been holding me back had quickly given up. Charlotte’s excitement was contagious, and the general celebratory mood of the afternoon lent itself to the approach, Let’s just have fun with this!
Once the parade started to pass our block, we were reluctant to intrude on the spectators. But when there was a lull, to the point where people were wondering if the parade was over, we crossed the street to a McDonald’s to get Charlotte something to eat.
Inside, numerous teenagers were clustered around tables, engaged in animated conversations. While some might find this age group intimidating, I was drawn to them. This was the age I had taught and loved for years!
It still delights me that a group of teens – boys and girls – could be approached by a white-haired elderly woman and happily invite her into their world. I would ask, “Anybody here want to take a quiz, see what you know about St. Patrick?” Faces would light up, with cries of “Oo! I do!”
“So, you know about St. Patrick?” I asked the first table. They replied, no, they didn’t have a clue, but they couldn’t wait to take the quiz, anyway. I read the questions and the options, from the trick answers to the questionable ones, to the downright ludicrous, and hands shot up, disagreements ensued, and when Charlotte read the correct answers, there were triumphant high-fives. I felt as though I were back teaching a fun lesson to my beloved high school students. Once again, I felt like the “favorite teacher.” (I was much cooler in high school as a teacher than I ever was as a student.)
Four teenaged girls took the quiz, and when asked the final question, “Why is the shamrock the symbol of St. Patrick?” all four picked “D. According to legend, shamrocks sprang up overnight, covering Patrick’s first church in green, symbolizing life.” All four were wrong.
“Man, I’m good!” I laughed. “I made that one up.”
“You did?!” they gasped, wide-eyed.
“I’m a writer,” I explained. They asked what I wrote, and when I told them I had written books – some of them novels for their age group, in fact – they wanted to know where they could get them. I gave them each one of my business cards.
This bit of serendipity had not even been on my radar.
The last group we approached was a gathering of four boys and four girls, all about sixteen. When I asked who wanted to take part in “the St. Patrick’s challenge,” most accepted, while a couple of them hung back to watch. They asked if I was filming – would this be on TikTok?! Apologetically, I said, no, I was technologically challenged. One young man slipped a phone from his pocket and looked as if he were recording it himself. (No, I don’t know if he was.)
After the usual guesses, disagreements, high-fives, and laughter, one of the students said, “You should post this on TikTok! You’d make a lot of money!”
When it became obvious that “a lot of money” didn’t phase me, another one of them asked, “Why are you doing this? Are you Irish or something?”
“No,” I said, “I’m a born-again Christian, and this is my way of sharing Jesus with other people.”
Another young man said. “Then you should put this on TikTok. You’d reach more people.”
As we headed back to the car, I thought, “Maybe next year …”
I’m sure some will ask if I saw anybody make a decision for Christ that afternoon, and the answer would be “no.” Sometimes we just plant the seeds. Or water seeds someone else has planted. Or show a bunch of young people that Christians can have fun, too. And on rare occasions, we’ll have the privilege of harvesting souls.
But planting, watering, harvesting, it’s all Jesus.
Prayer: Lord, thank You for not letting my emotions run my life. Thanks for giving me the strength to obey You even when I don’t “feel like it,” and for so often helping me to “feel like it” once the decision is made. Thank You for the rewards of obedience, whether we experience them quickly or have to wait until we get to heaven. In Jesus’ name, amen.
(P. S. Scripture tells us that as Christians we will experience ridicule, rejection, and even abuse. And yes, we should be prepared, because there will be those days. But thankfully, this was not one of them.)
What a wonderful story, Annie. I love it!
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Thanks, Linda. The Lord creates the best stories, doesn’t He? 🙂
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Powerful lessons in there, Annie. Thank you for sharing! Blessings!
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My pleasure, Bruce. Blessings to you and yours, too.
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Whew, so happy to read the conclusion. So glad you share some of your adventures for God with us, your readers.
I must have read your post years ago with the quiz because I got the answers right and so happy that I have the prize that you mentioned and that Jesus bought for me.
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Thanks, Ruth. I’m glad, too. 🙂 ❤
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Way to go, Ann, in obeying the Lord! I’m especially encouraged–and a little surprised!–that there were so many teens who were willing to talk to you and take the quiz. Planting, watering, harvesting: yes, indeed. I wrote a post by that title a while back; take a look here if you’re interested: https://keithpetersenblog.com/2021/02/24/planting-watering-harvesting/
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It was a while ago when I wrote the quiz, but I think I got the idea from seeing how kids on social media are always giving and taking quizzes. When they’re not being graded, they love them.
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Very true!
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Fantastic, Annie! We are called to save souls but sow seeds, well done! Thank you for sharing!!!!
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We are NOT called to save soul, but sow seeds. I think faster than I type!!!
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Lol. I understand, Mandy. So do I. 🙄
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Love how this all panned out. And you got to share the gospel with people. I like how you inspire me to use any opportunity for God. And yes Satan throws hurdles and curve balls and you might grumble or feel annoyance at the disruption at the beginning but soon remind yourself the possible source of it all and persevere. God bless you Ann.
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Thanks, Manu. He does!
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Divine appointment with the evangelism! I’m glad you pressed forward!
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So am I, Jimmy. 🙂
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=)
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Reblogged this on clydeherrin and commented:
This is the third of a three part series. To fully understand it you should follow the links to the first two parts.
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What an uplifting Gospel outing! I myself looked up the Shamrock tradition to know more.
Annie, the sowing of seeds is never futile. Some seeds take months, years to sprout as it did with me. But the Holy Spirit will bring those brief encounters and gems of truth to remembrance.
I still remember such brief words spoken to me 50 years ago. ❤
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Thanks so much, Lisa Beth. That’s so encouraging. (I still remember your being my first follower five years ago. You encourage me then, too. ❤️)
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😃 thank you Annie!
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I’ld love to have a copy of you ‘quiz’ – maybe use it next year!!
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Sure, Peggy! The link in the post is to the quiz, which I posted a few years ago. Or, if you’d like, I could mail you one of our booklets. Just email me your mailing address at bascha3870@yahoo.com.
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Your telling of these events reminded me of when I was in a college speech class. There were no women, so the language and topics could be crude, even from the professor. One week our assignment was a free subject talk. God asked me to share about Him, his son, Jesus, and explain salvation. I was scared but wanted to be obedient so I wrote my talk out.
Two days before I was scheduled to give my talk, I developed a nasty sore in my throat. My great-grandmother rubbed Merthiolate on it with a long Q-Tip. It wasn’t going away and so I scheduled a doctor’s visit. Yep, my appointment was on the same day and time I was to give my talk. (Ummm, Satan?)
I took my notes with me the day before and as it turned out, the guy in front of me was not ready to give his talk. I suggested to the professor that I give my talk in his place as I was not going to be there the next day. He pondered, then agreed. So I got up and preached my first sermon. Silence, until the professor, said, “Well, Amen!”
You did the right thing, and of course, by now, you know that. And you are correct about not knowing the results of our actions as farmers for God until we get to heaven!
(Oh! The next morning I canceled my appointment as my nasty soar was gone, as well as any signs of it!)
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Wow! Mark, you need to make this story a post on your own blog, if you haven’t already – especially the punchline you put in parentheses.
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Sounds like your granddaughter stole the show a bit. If you enjoy teenagers, you might really look into TikTok (or have someone who knows about it help you out).
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Eh…maybe.
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What a great story, Annie. And so wonderful that Charlotte was able to take an active part! God is so clever in bringing you just the right partners!
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It WAS a good team, Dee. Lilly was faithful, in spite of not feeling well, and Charlotte stepped up and had a great experience, which I’m guessing she’ll remember. She mentioned it again just today. ❤
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I imagine she will never forget. 💕
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A great ending, Annie!! Thanks for sharing and for sharing the link to St Patrick’s story..it’s interesting how people have this “holiday” all wrong, how and when it went from Jesus to beer??🤷🏼♀️
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Beats me, Alicia. On to the next holiday – Resurrection Day – which is all about bunnies and chocolate. 😉
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😂😂😂 no doubt!!
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I love this story, Annie! It gives me courage! Blessings, my friend!
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It encourages ME to know that, Cindy. I guess that’s why the Lord put us here for each other. 🙂 ❤
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Amen!
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