The good seed

1932 was a big year as steel workers took a break... 

...on the Rockefeller Center in New York City.

1932 was also the year that my great grandparents George and Etta Champlin bought their first automobile for their hotel on the left.  The Dodge might be one of the cars in the driveway of their cottage in the center of this photo.

The Dewey Cottage, now known as the Admiral Dewey Inn, had been built and opened by the Champlins in 1898.

The Admiral Dewey Inn is open today, the best place to stay at Matunick Beach, Rhode Island.

Today George and Etta are with Christ, to whom they gave their life and the fruit of their labors to build the Perryville Baptist Church, not far from their hotel.

Although their only child, my grandmother Georgetta, never told me about Christ, that old church stood as a lighthouse for us and many people along the Rhode Island shore.

My sister and I often rode in the old 1932 Dodge to Sunday School and heard the Gospel at that old church.

Our uncle Elmer Champlin Hornby had inherited the 1932 Dodge and the cottage next to the hotel.  He too asked Christ to become his Savior as did our mother.  The Good Seed of God's Word took root and grew.

In 1975 I bought the 1932 Dodge from my uncle for $700, the same price my great grandparents had first paid, so it was "redeemed".  My life had been "redeemed by the blood of Christ", so that was a good sign of where the Lord was going with my old car !  I put a sign on it and used it for work building houses for a short time in the USA.

Just as a Christian's life is not perfect, the old Dodge got dents in its fenders.  We call them "accidents", but when I get a dent, it's usually because I dented someone else !  That's what every sin does.  It hurts someone else and most of all our Creator.  You can imagine what the Dodge Brothers would think of how we treated their creation.

The Good Book says no one can save himself.  The old Dodge couldn't fix itself.  So the Christian life is a "work in progress" always in need of Grace and the Master's touch. Thanks, Bill Harlow !  You got me on the road again...