Mark marks the Spiritual Spot … a lesson in servant-hood and sacrifice
July 31, 2010 Leave a comment
It had been a great week in Crown Point, Indiana taking care of our grandson, Hudson but it was time to head on back to Nashville in time to rest a few hours before Sunday’s responsibilities. So, Julie and I headed back to Nashville on Saturday around 3 PM. Expecting to arrive home around 9 PM and have time enough to prepare for the Sabbath.
But, God had another plan and a huge reminder for us both. About 2 hours down the road just north of Indianapolis our car broke down. Traveling South on I-65 just cruising along all of the sudden the motor just quits. I immediately put the car in neutral and made several attempt to crank up the engine to no avail. Coasting now, slower and slower I headed towards the next exit praying that we could make it off of the interstate and its dangers. Coasting up the exit ramp (uphill) our car just made it to the top … without another turn of the wheel left … caught a downhill turn to the right and coasted all the way to a truck stop at that exit. WOW … what a miracle to go that far and be at a place where we could get some help. Nothing is worse than being on the side of the road and not knowing where you are or how to get help.
Anyway, working through a number of scenarios I called Dustin (our son who lives in Crown Point) and let him know what had happened. He tells his choir about our situation (they have a Saturday night service) and the piano player tells her husband – Mark. Mark finds Dustin and tells him he’d be glad to drive down to Indy and pick up our car, bring it back to Crown Point to repair it and leave us his Suburban so that we could get back to Nashville so I could be in the pulpit Sunday morning. After much debate, Julie and I agreed on Mark’s offer … little did he know of the events to follow on this night.
Two hours later Mark and Stephen pull up to the truck stop where we were waiting and proceeded to load up the mustang. He told us to take the suburban on to Nashville. Off we went. Traveling to Nashville we got about 3 hours down the road and what happened…. just South of Louisville the suburban broke down. It’s about midnight and we are on the side of the interstate (I-65) completely baffled at our circumstances. Not only has our car broken down but now a car we borrowed broke down as well. Ok, what are the odds of this happening? We later found out that both cars needed a fuel pump … so now we have two cars within hours of each other breaking down with the same problem. What are the odds of that?
Sitting on the side of the interstate I called Mark. Mark, you won’t believe what has happened … the suburban has broken down … no really it has … Mark’s immediate response was — I’M COMING! What, no way. We can get the car towed to a safe place and get a hotel room and talk about what to do tomorrow. Mark said, no I’M COMING! Without any hesitation, it was settled. Now remember he has just arrived back to Crown Point. He has driven 2 hours to pick up our car … driven 2 hours back to Crown Point … and now is immediately coming to us 3 hours away. Mark said I’M COMING … he told me to get a place to stay and he’d fix the car over night and have it ready for us to drive home on Sunday morning.
The next morning I get up and Mark is calling me. It’s 8 AM. He has picked up two friends, driven to Louisville, KY, found where the suburban is located, towed it to a Dollar General parking lot and replaced the alternator, battery, and the fuel pump in the parking lot and has it ready for me to pick up. Amazing! While I was sleeping at a friend’s home he was traveling, fixing, working, and now ready to drive back 3 hours just in time to pick up a group of students at church and drive them to camp! What … yes it’s true. When Mark got back to Crown Point he immediately left with a bus load of students to take them to camp.
As I reflected over this event it continues to amaze me, concerning the servant heart and sacrificial lifestyle of Mark. He does not even know me. We’ve only met very briefly a year ago when I had the joy of preaching in his church. He knew my son, Dustin. Dustin is the worship director at Mark’s church … Bethel Church. Because Mark knew the son he dropped everything to come along side the father.
Is there a spiritual correlation? I began to think. Because I know the SON I should have the same kind of servant spirit to come along side the Father to see how I might help. Honestly if I’d been Mark … I probably would have tried to think of another way to help. Ok, help once but now at midnight … help again? Without hesitation Mark did … would I? Conviction came over me for sure.
BOTTOM LINE: Father I need to have more of a servant spirit like Mark. Because I know the Son I should be willing in a moments notice to drop what I’m doing to be apart of what the Father needs!
Thank you Mark for reminding this Pastor that Biblical maturity shows up in servant-hood and sacrifice.


