He would drive from Maryland to Delaware each day.
Wilmington was nearly an hour away from his small town, but the drive was worth the money. Money that was much-needed to put food on the table for his ten children and the wife who so efficiently kept the place they called home.
But working at General Motors was much more than just a job to him, it was his mission field.
Many other men in the community found work there as well, and it only made sense that they carpool to make the cost of commuting easier on all of them.
But again carpooling was not about the money for him, but rather about Christ.
Christ, the One who had changed his life not too many years ago. The One he longed to see change the lives of the men who made the sixty minute journey with him each day.
Once a drunk but now a disciple, he knew the Lord could do the same for the men he prayed for so fervently and picked up with the rising of the sun each morning.
Though resistant to the Gospel, once they hopped into his car, there was no way out. They had to listen.
And listen they did as the tanned muscular man wept. Listened as he shared Jesus with them. He told them of what he once was and of the difference salvation made in his life and in his family.
This became a regular occurrence and as a result many of those passengers met the Jesus he shared so passionately.
Today some of these men, their wives, children, and grandchildren love Jesus and are active in His service because of one man who carpooled for Christ.
It’s been four years since this great soul winner, my grandfather and hero of the faith, went Home to be with the Lord he lived for. Today he would have been eighty-five.
Though my heart aches and I miss him terribly, I believe his Savior welcomed him with these precious words,
“Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”
and I pray that one day, I will hear them, too.
“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature:
old things are passed away;
behold, all things are become new.”
2 Corinthians 5:17