One seemingly insignificant act can change the world.
During one of our recent trips to the Holy Land, our group gathered in Capernaum, where Jesus healed the paralytic man after the man’s friends lowered him through a hole in the roof. Near that spot, Jeff (my husband) gave an encouraging talk about those friends, referred to simply as “they,” who brought the man to Jesus for healing.
(They are not named in the Bible, and so are only known as “they.”)
His talk made me think about a person in my life whose simple acts and decisions made a considerable impact in bringing people to the hope of the gospel through Great Adventure Bible studies.
A very quiet and reserved person who has never spoken in front of a group, or initiated an evangelization program or stood on a street corner to preach the gospel, has impacted the world by his quiet life.
That person is my father.
The Quiet Adventurer
He is an adventurous man who was a fearless mountain climber, skier, hiker and traveler in his prime. He was born in Switzerland and came to the U.S. in his twenties, ending up in college in Minnesota where he met my mother.
Or should I say, she met him.
My mother was a vivacious, proverbial social butterfly with no problem engaging my shy father at a party as she practiced her German language with him and he his English.
In a matter of months they were so in love that they decided to marry and live in Switzerland after my father’s visa ran out. My older brother was born there during the four years they lived near Basel, but they returned to St. Paul, Minnesota to settle down and I was born there. My father worked in manufacturing, and when I was a teen, he found a new job in a suburb of Minneapolis, so we moved to Bloomington, Minnesota where I eventually started attending college near our home.
Love in Anthropology Class
That was where I met Jeff, who is unlike my father in most every way, except they both enjoy mowing the lawn.
The seemingly insignificant decisions my father made to visit the U.S., and later to settle in Bloomington, are what brought Jeff and I together. The day our eyes met in anthropology class, a relationship formed that, in time, would become centered on the desire to spread the gospel.
I see my dad as one of those called “they,” who by his quiet, honest, loyal life has affected many people.
Dad is a big supporter of Jeff and I through the daily prayers he prays with my mother. He is always filled with joy when we share with him our latest adventure, book or Bible study.
My parents recently celebrated sixty years of marriage, and Jeff and I are extremely grateful for their faithfulness, prayers and encouragement for all these years.
My mother is still a vivacious and social woman, and has taught Bible and preached and encouraged so many in her life. But my dad, definitely one of the “they” crowd, has also impacted the world with his quiet presence.
The Power of Quiet People
If you feel you aren’t doing enough for the Kingdom of God because you don’t talk openly about the gospel to everyone you see, then be a supporter, encourager and faithful prayer warrior for those who do. Live a life faithful to the gospel, which is an important role in the Kingdom of God.
For every person that proclaims the gospel, there are people called “they” who showed Christ to them in the first place.
It could have been an act of love.
A kind word.
The example of a holy life.
A shared book or CD that directed them to the gospel.
Every action counts toward the Kingdom of God, so in all you do, do it in service to Christ.
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About Emily Cavins
Emily received her bachelor of arts degree in classical and Near Eastern archaeology from the University of Minnesota, and is a tour leader of annual pilgrimages to Israel and other Bible-related destinations. She is the developer of the Great Adventure Kids Bible study resources, and co-author of The Great Adventure Storybook. She co-authored the Walking Toward Eternity Bible Study Series, Part One (Daring to Walk the Walk) and Two (Engaging the Struggles of Your Heart) with her husband, Jeff. She is also the author of Lily of the Mohawks: The Story of St. Kateri, and Catholic Family Night, a series of lessons covering all three liturgical reading cycles with one lesson per week throughout the entire year. Emily lives in Minnesota with Jeff, her husband of over thirty years.
This article was first published on The Great Adventure Blog July 3, 2014.
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What a loving story about your dad, Emily. Thank you for reminding me of the quiet people in my life.
My husband is one of those magnificent and outstanding people. He “speaks” the Word of God with his actions. His kindness to everyone he encounters during the day gives a new meaning to the word, gentleman. You see, Robert is a gentle man. God has blessed me with a mate, a friend and a teacher and he has taught me so much for the past 40 years.
Dear Emily, It was an honor and a privilege to finally met you at the NCBC. I have seen Jeff speak several times at events in Louisiana and as a group leader for Accession Press community of many Bible study programs, I had to have to come to know you and your girls through Jeff’ stories of his family. How wonderful and bless you are to still have your parents alive to have them to take in their wisdom and many blessing to your young family as they watch them grow. The work you do to not only keep your passion of Archaeology or as Jeff says, “digging in dirt”, makes me chuckle. I’m enjoying your new book, “Lily of the Mohawks”. As a American history buff, this book will add a very unique addition to my collection. I also will sent you a gift that is similar to the one that I gave to Jeff at the NCBC, but this one will fit you hand better that the one than Jeff’s. This past June, my wife, Mary Helen and I celebrated our 36 wedding anniversary. For our 35th Anniversary, I through a surprise Anniversary Party with almost all of our original wedding party present. Her only brother who lives in the Colorado Springs who I had flown in had not seen his sister in ten years since her dad had passed away. We renewed our wedding vows on a scroll that made from the tiny piece of paper that was held by the priest. The usher in our wedding back in 1978 has become a priest did the ceremony, with our two sons escorting their mom down the aisle. What a night filled with memories. Mary Helen is still asking question today how I did things and I would tell her that I had “people”! If you have Facebook look me up for most of the pictures of the Party are there under “Reed Chauffe”! With the love and peace of Jesus Christ, Our Savior, Reed