His name is Tim. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, ragged jeans,
and no shoes. This was literally his complete attire for his entire four years of college.
Yet he is a very bright young man who recently became a Christian while attending college.
Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church.
They want to develop a ministry to the students, but they don't know how to go about it.
One day Tim decided to go there, so he walked in with no shoes, ragged jeans, and his wild hair. The service has already started, so Tim started down the aisle looking for a seat.
The church was packed and Tim can't find a seat. So he walked farther down the aisle toward
the front. As people are watching him, they begin to look a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything to him.
As Tim gets closer and closer to the front and realizes that there are no empty seats,
he just squats down on the carpet. By now the people are quite uptight and there is
obvious tension in the air.
Then the minister notices that all the way in the back of the church,
a deacon starts slowly making his way down the aisle toward Tim. The deacon is in his
eighties with silver-gray hair and he is wearing a three-piece suit. He is a godly man,
very elegant, very dignified, almost courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts
walking toward the front, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him
for what he is surely about to do. How can you expect a man of his age and of his
background to understand some ruffled college kid sitting on the floor?
It takes a long time for the old man to reach the boy. The church is totally silent,
and all eyes are focused on both of them. You can't even hear anyone breathing.
The minister can't even begin to preach as he watches the deacon do what he has to do.
And then everyone sees the elderly old gentleman drop his cane on the floor,
and with great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Tim ... and
worships with him ... so he won't be alone.
Everyone chokes up with emotion.
When the minister gains control, he says, "What I'm about to preach, you will never
remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget."
Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read.
I asked the Lord to bless you, as I prayed for you today.
To guide you and protect you, as you go along your way ...
His love is always with you, His promises always true,
And when we give Him all our cares, He will always see us through.
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter
that tells what kind of life you have lived.