July 27. François Coillard. Coillard was a missionary from France. His life was embroiled with political intrigues; and his work was interrupted and redirected by nations at war, usurpers overthrowing the government, and rival peoples failing to maintain peace long enough for the gospel to be preached. 

Still, Coillard demonstrated strength of character as he did the job God had sent him to do. On this date in 1868, Coillard baptized his first convert in Africa. 

Disappointment can kill a man’s dream, but perseverance can revive it. 

In February, 1861, Coillard arrived in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, to marry Christina Macintosh. But Christina wasn’t there. 

Due to a postal error, Christina had not received Coillard’s latest letter before she boarded her boat. Going by an earlier letter, she had traveled to meet him in Cape Town. Five-hundred miles away. 

The couple had first met in 1859, and Coillard fell in love with her at first sight. Christina felt strongly that God had sent her this man. But Coillard chose not to act on his feeling. He was poor and filled with self-doubt, and he feared that life in South Africa would be too difficult for Christina. 

A few months later, his feelings for Christina hadn’t gone away. He sensed the Lord calling him to write to her with a bold request: marry him and become a missionary with him in South Africa. 

But Christina came from a wealthy family. She read books, listened to orchestras, and socialized with the rich and powerful. Her family and friends told her to reject Coillard’s proposal. She looked at everything she had to lose and agreed with their counsel. She rejected his proposal. 

Coillard was devastated. But instead of allowing disappointment to cripple him, he focused on his mission in South Africa. He knew his highest call was not to be married, but to share Jesus with those who had never heard of Him. The Paris Missionary Society had sent him to the South African tribes of Basutoland, where the tribes worshiped every god but Jesus. Someone had to bring them the truth. 

Two years passed. But Coillard’s feelings for Christina only grew stronger. After much prayer, he was convinced God still wanted him to marry her. He summoned the courage to write her another letter. 

What Coillard didn’t know was that during those two years, God had been speaking to Christina, challenging her to give up her comfortable life and be with Coillard in South Africa. Not long after she surrendered to God, Coillard’s letter arrived. 

Christina wrote back. Yes, she would marry him. 

He was overjoyed. Christina felt a deep peace from God, but the pain of saying goodbye to her family and friends, who she might never see again, was awful. She spent most of her long voyage to South Africa in tears. 

So in 1861, when Coillard discovered that his fiancée had arrived at the wrong destination, alone, he set out at once to meet her. He jumped on a horse and rode as fast as he could to Cape Town. All day and night, he rode through the wilderness of South Africa, home to wild animals and hostile tribes who would not hesitate to kidnap or murder him. 

Coillard had no idea what Christina would say. They hadn’t seen each other in two years. Her first words to him were: “I have come to do the work of God with you, whatever it may be.” Deeply moved by her faith, he thanked God for giving him this precious woman. They married on February 26, 1861. Coillard never regretted waiting for Christina. 

“But as for me, I will look to the LORD; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me” (Micah 7:7 ESV). 

Are you willing to wait patiently for what God has promised to give you? Disappointment can kill a man’s dream, but perseverance can revive it. 

www.Christianity.com. “Coillards Merged into a Mighty Mission Team.” Last updated May, 2007. https://www.christianity.com/church/church-history/timeline/1801-1900/coillards-merged-into-a-mighty-mission-team-11630527.html

Mackintosh, C.W. Coillard of the Zambesi. London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1907. 

Story read by: Nathan Walker 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks  

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July 26. Dave Roever. Dave fought in the Vietnam War as a gunner on a US Navy riverboat. Then life changed. 

Dave went on to found the Roever Foundation, which has provided thousands of scholarships to students in Vietnam and other places. The Foundation has built a cardiac-care unit and a Digital Imaging Lab, which saves hundreds of Vietnamese lives—at no cost to them. 

The Foundation built a thirty-six-bed heart-monitoring system in Saigon and provides cataract surgery for hundreds of Vietnamese children. They’ve also provided clothing for about two million children in Vietnam, plus medicine, wheelchairs, bicycles, boats, and motors to the Red Cross in Vietnam. 

Their service extends to countries such as El Salvador and Mexico, with medical and dental support for the underprivileged. On this date in 1969, while he was manning the gun in the riverboat, a grenade exploded in Dave’s face. 

Hope. It can turn a tragedy into triumph. 

Hidden in the steamy Vietnamese jungle, a sniper centered the crosshairs on the head of a twenty-six-year-old American gunner. 

The gunner—a Brown Water Black Beret—stood on the bow of a Swift Boat near the Cambodian border. He raised his arm to throw a grenade. 

The sniper was waiting. Aiming carefully. Waiting. The sniper squeezed the trigger. 

Six inches from the gunner’s head, the bullet hit the grenade. An instant explosion showered the gunner with 5000-degree hot-white phosphorus. 

Gunner Dave Roever was forever changed. Phosphorus burned his body inside and out. He looked down and saw his face lying on his boots, his heart pumping in his chest, and the blood pouring out his wrist where his fingers had been. The right side of his head—his ear, his eye, his lips—they were all gone. “I wanted to die. I was so afraid that if I lived, I would be rejected, and couldn’t live with that.” 

The medics marked him “Killed in Action.” 

But they were wrong. For Dave, God had a different plan. 

Waking up in the hospital with third-degree burns over 55 percent of his body, Dave struggled with hopelessness, wanted to protect his wife Brenda, and tried to end his life. He pulled out “the [life-sustaining] tube.” 

But the suicide attempt failed. 

Looking back, he laughs at the irony. “I pulled out my feeding tube by mistake, and in a short time, I got hungry! You can die that way, but it’s going to take a long time.” 

In dread, Dave waited for his wife Brenda to enter the room to see him for the first time. He was prepared for the worst, for her to turn around and leave. He’d seen other wives abandon their disfigured husbands. 

But Brenda walked over, leaned down, smiled, and kissed him. “Welcome home, Davey. I love you. You really weren’t all that good looking.” 

From that moment on, his tragedy became his triumph. His message became one of hope. And now Dave delivers his hope-message with a good dose of humor. He brags about his brand-new nose—“it’s a boy”—and laughs at the time the wind blew his hair off and a dog returned it—“How did it know it was mine?” 

But in the midst of all the laughing is the clear message: “The thing that takes low self-esteem and transforms it into positive self-esteem is when you take what you see as a negative … use it for something good. Lighten up on it! Use it. Make laughter of it! I don’t mean ridicule. People laugh with me and not at me.” 

“I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel” (Philippians 1:12 ESV). 

Are there scars in your life that God wants to use to help heal others? Hope. It can turn a tragedy into triumph. 

Daystar interview. https://www.daystar.tv/marcus-joni/season:2/videos/dave-roever-11-20-2019

American Snippets interview. “E029—Dave Roever And His Mission to Restore the Wounded.” Accessed June 5, 2020. https://www.americansnippets.com/dave-roever/

Mendoza, Jim. “A Grenade Blast Left Him Disfigured. Today His Scars Are a Message of Hope to Others.” Hawaii News Now. February 27, 2018. https://www.hawaiinewsnow.com/story/37606497/a-grenades-blast-left-him-disfigured-today-his-scars-are-a-message-of-hope-to-others/#:~:text=%22When%20that%20grenade%20exploded%20it,and%20he%20endured%20painful%20operations. 

Wangrin, Mark. “Never Let a Good Scar Go to Waste.” Texas Co-Op Power. August, 2014. https://www.texascooppower.com/texas-stories/history/never-let-a-good-scar-go-to-waste#:~:text=%E2%80%9CGod%20took%20the%20experience%20of,good%20scar%20go%20to%20waste.%E2%80%9D

Dahmen, Jerry. “I Love Life: An Evangelist’s Triumph Over Adversity.” KXRB. September 20, 2013. https://kxrb.com/i-love-life-an-evangelists-triumph-over-adversity/. 

Story read by: Chuck Stecker 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter  

Story written by: Thomas Mitchell, http://www.walkwithgod.org/ 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks  

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July 25. Justin Searle. Justin knew how to work hard and learned there was more to life than he could get by hard work alone. 

If life feels driven but empty, take faith to work with you. 

The perks and pains of overwork drove investment banker Justin Searle to say, “No more!” Compelled to succeed, he often clocked 110 hours in a week. Once, for 3 months straight, he worked 18 hours a day, 7 days a week. 

At three in the morning, Justin went home, woke his wife Deb, and told her, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” Despite his drive, his work ethic, and his success, life felt empty. 

Justin and Deb moved halfway across the country, where he found a good job as Director of Strategy and Special Projects for a health-care company. And soon he was promoted. Justin and Deb didn’t have children, but they bought the house they wanted to raise a family in. It was near a church, which they passed often. 

Justin was raised with faith, but “the world got in the way.” Now the church near their home called to him, and Justin and Deb started attending. It changed how Justin viewed everything: God didn’t want pieces of him. He wanted the whole package. Justin couldn’t compartmentalize faith. This meant Justin needed to take his faith to work. He would serve a “bigger boss”—God. 

Justin led a team of 500 people with 2,000 patients under his supervision. He prayed, “You put me in this position of influence. What do you want me to do with it?” 

He asked the Holy Spirit to make him discerning, wise, and discreet. He wanted to further God’s Kingdom and principles, so he set out to “love God, love people, lead by example,” and to “extend truth and grace with wisdom.” 

Jesus “went first,” when He led others to love sacrificially, so Justin served his team and taught them that “leaders go first.” At church, Justin heard that God was for him, not against him. He showed his team that he was for them, not against them. And he encouraged them to be for—not against—each other. 

When he told his team, “Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful,” he didn’t tell them he was quoting Proverbs 27:6. But his team took the message to heart. Justin didn’t bludgeon people with the Bible, but he shared the wisdom of God’s Word. 

Since authentic, caring relationship is part of Kingdom living, Justin wanted his team to enjoy that kind of community. Everyone has struggles. Since leaders go first, Justin chose to be vulnerable. When he shared that he and Deb struggled with infertility or that his mom had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s or that he had confronted his dad about alcoholism, it gave others permission to be vulnerable, too. Co-workers asked, “How are you dealing with this?” 

Justin told them he prayed. 

Then Justin was passed over—twice—for a promotion he and his team believed he deserved. He could feel his team watching his response. “To be honest,” Justin said, “I was pretty bummed … I’ve had to push into where I really get my value … I get my value from who [God] says I am, not these worldly achievements.” 

Justin’s dull spiritual life no longer existed. A new passion had taken over. “Work is part of the kingdom God has given me as a custodian for a piece of time,” said Justin. “Faith has permeated my ‘worldly’ pursuits, and so it’s less about accumulating accolades and more” about sharing God’s “love in an otherwise secular setting … I still feel like I’m working hard, but my cup is fuller. I’ve got a sense of peace and joy that combats the grind.” 

Do you need a new passionIf life feels driven but empty, take faith to work with you. 

Based on an interview with Justin Searle, 2019. 

Story read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https: //authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks 

© 2020, 365 Christian Men, LLC. All rights reserved. 

July 24. Haralan Popov. Popov was an atheist until he was a teenager, when he became a Christian. Before long, he was a pastor. 

But when WW II ended, Bulgaria was abandoned to Communist control. All large-scale industries, banks, and insurance companies were run by the government, and high positions in the church were taken over by Communists. 

Sadly, many pastors fell in line with the new regime, but not Popov. He used every opportunity to spread the Word of God. And when the times changed again, he founded Door of Hope, International, a Christian relief-and-development organization. On this date in 1948, Bulgarian Secret Police kidnapped Pastor Popov. 

Instead of making excuses, create opportunities. 

When it came to sharing his faith, Popov was a master of opportunity. For thirteen years he was a political prisoner in Communist Bulgaria—not a place well-known for faith-sharing opportunities. 

First came intense police interrogation. At the first interrogation, Popov disappointed the Communists when he failed to confess to espionage. In some countries, the government assigns a lawyer for the defense, but in Bulgaria, the authorities assigned a lawyer to build a case against Popov. 

A guard escorted him to a room and gave him pen and paper, and his lawyer instructed him to write everything about his life, his work, his friends, etc. He was forced to write all day and all night and allowed only short cat-naps three times a day. 

The lawyer dropped in nightly with a new guard and a new assignment. And this process went on for a month. With the skill of a seasoned evangelist, Popov wove the gospel into everything he wrote. Whoever monitored his writing would get the gospel message. He kept this up until the Communists caught on and made him stop. 

Was it a waste of pen and ink? Popov didn’t think so. 

“Joyful are people of integrity, who follow the instructions of the LORD. Joyful are those who obey his laws and search for him with all their hearts. They do not compromise with evil, and they walk only in his paths. You have charged us to keep your commandments carefully. Oh, that my actions would consistently reflect your decrees! Then I will not be ashamed when I compare my life with your commands” (Psalm 119:1–6 NLT). 

The next opportunity Popov made involved a tin cup and a lot of patience. Through the walls of their cells, the prisoners communicated using a series of taps. Popov stood with his back to the wall using a tin cup behind him and—in Morse code—secretly tapped out the good news of Jesus Christ to the prisoner on the other side. 

A young man responded, wanting to hear more, and as a result of this “tin-cup evangelism” the young man gave his heart to Jesus Christ. And he wasn’t the only one touched by Popov’s soul-winning zeal. When a young, extremely panicked man named Mitko was placed in Popov’s cell, Popov’s calm demeanor and faithful testimony eventually cut through the man’s inner turmoil, and together they knelt in prayer, and Mitko tearfully placed his faith in Christ. 

One day, Popov was startled to come upon a prisoner rolling a cigarette with a page torn out of a small New Testament. Page by page the book was in danger of going up in smoke. 

“How did you find that book?” Popov couldn’t contain tears of joy. 

The man said he had found it digging through a trash bin. 

Popov asked he if could purchase it with the amount of money he had left in his possession, and the prisoner agreed. Thrilled with the chance to read God’s Word, Popov memorized forty-seven chapters before the prison guards confiscated it. 

Next, Popov made an opportunity to teach English classes to prisoners in the exercise courtyard. He knew the guards didn’t speak English, so Popov used those times to share the Word of God with prisoners, who were willing to “learn English better.” 

Are you in a situation where it’s difficult to share your faith? Instead of making excuses, create opportunities. 

Bibliata. YouTube Video. “A presentation of Evangelism to Communist Lands.” Accessed June 10, 2020. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYzoeRfA-uY

Popov, Haralan. Tortured for His Faith, an Epic of Christian Courage and Heroism in our Day. Pretoria, South Africa: Promedia Print, 1978.  

Story read by: Stephen Holcomb 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter  

Story written by: Toni M Babcock, https://www.facebook.com/toni.babcock.1 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks  

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July 23. Mincaye. Mincaye is a man with a history.

Here’s what happened: missionary pilot Nate Saint, with four other missionaries, was killed when they tried to befriend the Waodani tribe, at the time, known as the most violent society on earth.

The Waodani culture was changed by the Gospel of Christ, brought to the tribe by a small group of missionaries and a Waodani woman who had fled the tribe and later returned to teach her people about Jesus. Mincaye was one of the spear-wielding tribesmen who had killed the missionaries. On this date in the year 2000, Mincaye was in the US with Steve Saint when tragedy struck.

When your life has been transformed, be intentional. Give back.

Deep in the jungles of Ecuador, Mincaye—a Waodani warrior—befriended a skinny nine-year-old boy named Steve Saint. And Mincaye called the boy “Babae.”

Four years before, Mincaye—and some other warriors—had surrounded and murdered the boy’s father, missionary Nate Saint. Now the boy had come back to the jungle to visit the current missionaries.

“[The boy] can’t make poison darts or use a blowgun,” Mincaye told the boy’s aunt. “He can’t pole a canoe. He can’t build a house, or climb trees, or track animals. He doesn’t know anything. Who’s going to teach him to live?”

The boy’s aunt looked Mincaye in the eye and asked him—in light of the fact that Mincaye had speared the boy’s father to death—“Who do you say should teach him to live?”

Mincaye walked away.

When she had first told Mincaye about the Creator’s Son, Mincaye had said he could not see the Creator’s trail. Then Jesus’ blood cleaned him, and Mincaye began to see like a clear sky with no clouds in it.

Mincaye returned and told her, “I having spear-killed his father, I myself will teach Babae how to live.”

During school vacations, when Babae visited, Mincaye treated him like family. And Babae learned to hunt monkeys. To climb tall, palm-like trees, his ankles wrapped with a vine. To spear fish. Mincaye helped Babae become a man.

Later, Babae married and brought his family to live with Mincaye and his people. Mincaye adopted Babae’s children as his grandchildren—and helped baptize them. They called him Grandfather Mincaye. And Mincaye “saw it well.”

When Babae’s family moved to Florida, Grandfather Mincaye visited them. One day, while Mincaye stayed with Babae, a hard, hard thing happened. Babae’s only daughter Stephenie (called Nemo) was rushed to the hospital. She had suffered a brain aneurysm.

As medical personnel rushed about, Mincaye became agitated. Babae was in despair. Mincaye grabbed him and said he “saw what was happening well.” 

“Don’t you see? [The Creator] [who loves Stephanie] … is taking her to live with Him now.” Mincaye said, “Being an old man, I will go live there, too, very soon.… Stephanie and I will be there waiting. Happily, to greet you.” The raw grief on Babae’s face remained, but the hopelessness faded.

When it was time to return to the jungle, it was hard for Mincaye to leave.

One day, Mincaye had a premonition that Babae had been hurt. People said Babae was fine, but Mincaye asked people to phone America.

Mincaye was right.

He and his wife traveled to Babae’s house and stayed six weeks. Babae’s wife cared for Babae as a quadriplegic and for Mincaye and his wife. Mincaye and Babae talked and laughed as Babae struggled.

One Sunday Mincaye went to church with Babae’s family. Babae sat in a space reserved for wheelchairs. When it was time for communion, Mincaye rushed to help him. He grabbed one handle of the wheelchair, and Babae’s son, Jaime, grabbed the other. Three generations—made family by the blood of Jesus—celebrated Communion together.

As Mincaye prepared to return to the jungle, Babae was sad. Once he had longed for the presence of his dad, who Mincaye had killed. Now he yearned for Grandfather Mincaye’s presence.

After all, Mincaye himself had taught Babae how to live.

“And walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God” (Ephesians 5:2 NIV).

When your life has been transformed, be intentional. Give back.

Based on an interview with Steve Saint.

Saint, Steve. End of the Spear. Wheaton, IL: Tyndale House Publishers, 2005. 

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Missionary pilot Nate Saint, with four others: Jim Elliott, Pete Fleming, Ed McCully, and Roger Youderian, was killed when they attempted to befriend the Waodani tribe, then known as Aucas—or “naked savages.” At the time the most violent society on earth, the Waodani culture was changed by the Gospel of Christ, brought to the tribe by Nate Saint’s sister, Rachel, Jim Elliot’s wife Elisabeth, and Dayuma, a Waodani woman who had fled tribal killing and later returned to teach her people about Jesus. 

Story read by: Daniel Carpenter

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter

Audio production: Joel Carpenter

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks

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July 22. Desmond Tutu. Desmond went to a segregated and underfunded all-Black school in South Africa, where he excelled, by the way. 

He once told an audience, “… many of the people who taught us … inspired you to want to emulate them and really to become all that you could become, … They gave you the impression that … even with all of the obstacles … in your way; you can reach out to the stars.” 

Desmond reached and reached for himself and others and fought so hard against the evil discrimination of apartheid, that he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. 

Every action done in the name of justice can inspire big changes. 

Desmond was a young man when he received permission from the South African government to study theology in London. He arrived in London in August 1962, almost shell-shocked at how different England was from apartheid-controlled South Africa. 

At Heathrow Airport, lines weren’t segregated by skin color. Police officers didn’t zero in on his African heritage, but treated him with kindness and called him “sir.” He could eat at any restaurant or go to any hotel. He could live in whatever neighborhood he wanted. He could even preach at a church with a white congregation. 

England was like a completely different world. 

The way he had grown up, segregation was the norm. But as he saw how different and better things were in England, he wondered if things could be different and better in South Africa, too. 

Desmond moved to Golders Green, a suburb in northeast London. One day, as he went to the Midlands Bank to do some business, he got in line like all the other customers, waiting for his turn with the teller. But as his turn came up next, a man rushed to the counter in a hurry, cutting in line so he could go next. 

Desmond didn’t blink or get angry, because that was the norm back home in South Africa. White men could cut the line without question. Instead, he stepped back, letting the man get in front of him. But the teller saw what had happened, and instead of waiting on the man who cut the line, she scolded him. Her eyes remained on the man, and her voice was firm yet polite. She apologized that the man would have to wait longer, but reminded him that Desmond was next. 

She pointed at Desmond, and she waited until the man, who cut the line left and went to the spot he was supposed to be in. When he did, the teller went on to wait on her customers, but as Desmond watched the scene unfold, he stood there shocked and amazed. 

Such displays of fairness weren’t heard of under apartheid. Desmond almost didn’t know what it was like to see true justice be done, whether big or small. And after he left the bank and went about his day, he found himself awed by what had happened at the bank. 

The teller stood up for him when no one else would. She didn’t hold his skin color against him. She saw that he was a man just like the other men there, and he deserved to be treated equally and fair like any other customer. 

The revelation shook him to his core, and he returned to the bank that evening to speak with her. She didn’t remember the incident. Such things happened at the bank all the time. But he told her how much it changed his life, and even decades afterwards, her show of justice was one of the big stepping stones for Desmond in becoming an activist for justice himself. 

He would promote fairness and equality in South Africa and other parts of the world. He would make sure anyone suffering under apartheid or inequality knew that they deserved to be treated fairly, too. In God’s eyes, he was a man just like any other. The teller reminded him of that, and he was determined to remind others of that, too. 

“Good will come to those who are generous and lend freely, who conduct their affairs with justice” (Psalm 112:5 NIV). 

Change is only possible if people speak up and step outEvery action done in the name of justice can inspire big changes. 

Allen, John. Desmond Tutu: Rabble-Rouser for Peace, the Authorized Biography. Chicago, IL: Lawrence Hill Books, 2008. 

Sparks, Allister, and Mpho A. Tutu. Tutu: Authorized. Harper Collins Publishers Limited, 2011. 

Story read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks  

© 2020, 365 Christian Men, LLC. All rights reserved. 

July 21. Kemmons Wilson. Kemmons was already a movie-theatre-owning millionaire when he took his wife and 5 little children to the capital for a family vacation. They stayed in a $6-a-night motel room, which was not only dingy and cramped, but its price zoomed to $16-a-night as soon as the motel owner saw the kids. Wilson told his wife it wasn’t fair, and within a year, he opened his own motel in Memphis and named it Holiday Inn—after the Bing Crosby/Fred Astaire Christmas flick. 

In Kemmons’s motels, children stayed free, rooms had air conditioning, and most of his motels had restaurants and swimming pools. In 1972, the chain became the first to generate revenue of $1 billion, with more than 1400 branches across the world. Let’s look at how Kemmons got started. 

If you want to move forward, make friends, establish trust, and keep both. 

Seventeen-year-old Kemmons barely glanced at the Memphis streetcar. It took longer to walk to town, but Kemmons didn’t have the seven cents required to ride. 

It didn’t matter. Kemmons knew how to pinch every ounce of copper out of every penny earned. Even when he found work, he wouldn’t ride the streetcar. When he quit school, his mother wasn’t happy. But she couldn’t stop him. 

He figured it was more important to eat than to get an education. 

Heck, the Great Depression had wealthy men sweeping leaves. Maybe hardship was new to them, but not to him. 

To help his single mother, he had started working when he was five. At the memory, he grinned. He had gotten paid to ride in the back of a truck next to an old piano. His job was to sing “Over There” to raise money for war bonds. He wasn’t sure he had even sung on pitch. 

After that, he had plenty of jobs. Still, yesterday’s news had hit hard. His mother had lost her bookkeeping job. Kemmons sucked in a determined breath. He didn’t know how, but he would support them. And they would never be poor again. 

When Kemmons finally reached town and looked for work, a brokerage firm offered him $12 a week to write the latest stock prices on a board. He took it—but wanted better. 

Staying after work, he learned the bookkeeper’s job because the bookkeeper made $35 a week. When that guy left, the firm gave Kemmons the job—but they only paid him $15 a week. Kemmons quit. Never again would he work for someone else. 

But now what? Kemmons thought about one of his favorite places—the Memphian Theater. They didn’t offer the movie-goers any snacks. So he talked to the manager, and the manager talked to the owner. They agreed Kemmons could put a popcorn machine out front. 

But popcorn machines were $50, and Kemmons had no money. He asked the man who sold the machine if he could pay a dollar a week until he paid it off. 

“Son, you look like an honest young man,” he said. “I’m gonna sell it to you.” 

Kemmons would live up to the proprietor’s trust. If he was going anywhere, he needed to make friends, establish trust, and keep both. 

Soon, Kemmons, who sold popcorn for a nickel a bag, had a success. But it wasn’t long until his profits exceeded the theatre manager’s salary, and the manager took the job away from him. 

Kemmons told his mother, “I’m going to get myself a movie theater. Nobody else will ever take my popcorn machine away from me.” 

Kemmons sold his popcorn machine to the theater manager and used the money to buy 5 pinball machines for $10 each. He found the best locations for them and hustled like mad. His next successful business venture was born. 

A few years later Kemmons bought his first movie theater. Over his lifetime, he would own eleven. 

When Kemmons had the biggest idea of his lifetime—building the Holiday Inn chain—he again looked for the right person to help him. He chose Wallace Johnson. Their life-long partnership was founded on relationship with God and each other, hard work, and trust. When one needed something, the other was there. 

“When we have learned not to give up, it shows we have stood the test. When we have stood the test, it gives us hope” (Romans 5:4 NLV). 

By 1965, there were 661 Holiday Inns. The business they created together produced a new job every 56 minutes and a new room every 29 minutes. Following in the tradition of the Gideons, Kemmons and Wallace saw that each room offered its readers spiritual refreshment along with a good night’s sleep. They put a Bible in each room. 

“If Wallace gets to heaven before I do,” said Kemmons, “I’m going to go to the Pearly Gates and ask Saint Peter to give me Wallace as my partner for eternity.” 

What relationships can you establish and keep in your success journey? If you want to move forward, make friends, establish trust, and keep both. 

Wilson, Kemmons and Kerr, Robert. Half Luck and Half Brains: The Kemmons Wilson Holiday Inn Story. USA: Hambleton-Hill Publishing, Inc., 1996. 

Hendricks, Nancy. Encyclopedia of Arkansas. “Charles Kemmons Wilson (19132003).” Updated December 21, 2017. https://encyclopediaofarkansas.net/entries/charles-kemmons-wilson-2765

Kemmons Wilson Family Foundation. “Our Story.” Accessed June 10, 2020. http://www.kwff.org/our-story

Story read by: Chuck Stecker 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks 

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July 20. Frederick Douglass. Douglass was born into slavery, found a way out for himself, worked to free others, and then used his new position to work toward freedom for other groups of people. On this date in 1866, Douglass spoke at the First Women’s Rights Convention. 

Knowledge can be the pathway to freedom; gain it. Use it. 

Born into slavery in 1818, Douglass was less than 10 years old when his master loaned him to the Aulds in Baltimore. When Mrs. Auld taught Frederick the alphabet, a new world opened to him. But when she showed her husband Douglass’s new skill, Mr. Auld became enraged and said that knowledge would ruin a good slave. 

Douglass recalled, “‘Very well,’ thought I; ‘knowledge unfits a child to be a slave.’ … from that moment I understood the direct pathway from slavery to freedom.” Though Mrs. Auld punished Douglass if she caught him reading, when the Aulds weren’t home, Douglass practiced. 

With a piece of biscuit, he bought spelling lessons from neighborhood boys. He also taught himself penmanship. At 13, he read the Columbian Orator, a collection of political essays and dialogs. “I had now penetrated the secret of all slavery and oppression … their true foundation [was] in the pride, the power, and the avarice of man.” 

Freed from the lie that Divine design had made him a slave, Douglass reached out to God and kept trying to get more knowledge. He wrote, “Especially did I want a thorough acquaintance with the contents of the Bible.” 

Mr. Auld eventually sent Douglass to work on the plantation, and there the boy used Scripture to teach the other slaves to read. But when white men with whips drove the students apart, the class ended. 

Then Douglass was sent to a cruel taskmaster to be “broken,” abused physically and mentally, and he sometimes lost hope, but he never believed any man should be enslaved. 

His next master was more reasonable. As Douglass’s wounds healed, he gained the strength to act on his knowledge. He lived the proverb: “The wise prevail through great power, and those who have knowledge muster their strength” (Proverbs 24:5 NIV). 

He taught fellow slaves the virtues of learning, started a secret Sunday school, and soon had forty pupils. He planned an escape, but someone tipped off the master. After a short imprisonment, Douglass was sent back to Baltimore, where he plotted another escape. This time his plan worked. 

Now a free man, Douglass read The Liberator, an abolitionist newspaper. 

The abolitionists offered him a position as a traveling orator. As he grew in eloquence, audiences believed that he was too well-spoken to be a fugitive slave. 

In response, Douglass shared details of his life, but this made him vulnerable to capture. The abolitionists sent him to England, where he would be safe. “A rude, uncultivated fugitive slave was driven by stern necessity, to that country to which young American gentlemen go to increase their stock of knowledge.” 

The British press warmly received Douglass, and he enjoyed the company of English intellectuals, but after a time, duty drove him back to America. British friends purchased Douglass’s freedom papers and gave him enough capital to start a printing press. American abolitionists tried to talk him out of it, but Douglass persevered, and he wrote, “… the want of education, great as it was, could be overcome by study, and that knowledge would come by experience.” 

What dream have you put on hold for lack of knowledge? Knowledge can be the pathway to freedom; gain it. Use it. 

Biography.com. “Frederick Douglass Biography.” Published April 2, 2014. https://www.biography.com/activist/frederick-douglass

Douglass, Frederick. “Life in Baltimore.” My Bondage and My Freedom. London, England: Partridge and Oakey, 1855. 

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Story read by: Stephen Holcomb 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks 

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July 19. Dwight D. Eisenhower. Eisenhower graduated from West Point, commanded the Allied Forces in North Africa in 1942, and on D-Day, 1944, he was Supreme Commander of the troops invading France.  

After the war, he became President of Columbia University, and before long, he was President of the United States.  

A conviction is a belief that moves you to action. Be a man of action. 

Prayers at presidential inaugurations are not unusual, but it is usually not the new President doing the praying. In addition to three invited clergymen, Eisenhower prayed. 

He had had faith from a young age and prayed regularly, and he had recently devoted himself to his wife’s denomination. So now, when he wanted faith to play a major part in his presidency, as he did with many things, Eisenhower took command. 

Of the original inaugural speech, several more drafts and redrafts were crafted; some he disliked because they sounded too much like sermons. He gathered his staff and told them, “You want every person there to carry home with him a conviction that he can do something.” 

Eisenhower didn’t mince words, and he wouldn’t in his inaugural address. He disliked words that drew attention to themselves. The average person needed to grasp the message and act upon it—a quality a leader had to have. 

On the morning of the inauguration, he changed the opening of his speech. For the oath, Eisenhower placed his hand on the same Bible George Washington had used. He opened to this verse from the Old Testament. “If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land” (2 Chronicles 7:14 ESV). 

He turned to the crowd of people, who waited in the chilly weather. President Eisenhower asked them to bow their heads while he uttered a private prayer. He asked God to make his team’s dedication to service full and complete, and to grant them discernment between “right and wrong.” Later in the speech, he returned his focus to the country’s need for faith as the “abiding creed of our fathers.” 

Within days, he ordered that every cabinet meeting begin with a moment of silent prayer, where each person there could respond according to his own faith.  

A week later President Eisenhower was baptized. He meant what he had said at his inauguration. While he never demanded anyone pray or share his faith, he sent a strong message that prayer played a major role in his life, and his faith would guide him in how he led the nation. 

Your influence matters. A conviction is a belief that moves you to action. Be a man of action. 

Baier, Bret. Three Days in January: Dwight Eisenhower’s Final Mission. New York, NY: William Morrow, 2017. 

Hitchcock, William I. “How Dwight Eisenhower Found God in the White House.” History.com. A&E Television Networks, March 20, 2018. https://www.history.com/news/eisenhower-billy-graham-religion-in-god-we-trust

Story read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter  

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks  

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July 18. Jerry Moldenhauer. Jerry loved Jesus Christ, and he loved a young woman. Today’s story is not dependent on the kind of job Jerry had or the place he lived. It is equally relevant for all of us who have ever loved someone who had issues of their own. Take a listen. On this date in 1987, Jerry prayed for Paula on Loveland Pass. 

Called to protect those we love, stand in the gap. 

Beneath a full summer moon, at the top of Loveland Pass, Jerry sat on a boulder. He had thought Paula was the one God had given him. He had planned for a happy home, not a brutal break-up. Now, nearly a year later, he could not stop praying for her. 

As he climbed in the moonlight, the tension grew. He had taken her pictures off the wall. Praying for her drew the pain to the surface. But he did not pray God would give her back. He prayed God would give her His best. 

A few months later, Jerry walked into a crowded church service, and there she was. He felt queasy, but collected himself and said, “Hi.” Paula looked conflicted, too. He had to get out of there. The relationship was over, but he had given his heart away completely. 

Paula had come to town for a wedding Jerry was videoing the next day for mutual friends. The morning of the ceremony he ironed his shirt, packed up the camera, and wondered incessantly if he should really talk to her. At the chapel with its long windows that framed a mountain vista, he focused the camera on the bridal procession, the vows, and the kiss. But he was consumed by Paula’s presence. Later, at the reception, Jerry noted where she sat as he set up his equipment. Should he talk to her? 

“Now,” God said. 

It was the first time Jerry had heard God speak in an audible voice, and he asked her to talk with him after the reception. His whole body felt light. 

Later that night, in a nearby park, they sat together on top of an old picnic table. Denver lights twinkled below as they talked in the crisp October night air. Friend-to-friend. Paula’s heart was one huge, painful bruise. And finally, Jerry understood why he had been compelled to pray. 

A year and a half later, Jerry married Paula—emotional bruises and all. Over time he understood that Paula was being emotionally, spiritually, and verbally abused by a family member. And he had been called to protect his wife—not only her physical body, but also her heart. 

It was tricky. He needed to respect her family, and she had to be ready for change, too. It hurt to see her hurt. Jerry did his best to counteract the soul-shredding lies she believed. 

Paula could not accept unconditional love. Performing for love was all she knew, so Jerry focused on showing Paula he loved her for who she was, not for what she did for him. He guarded his conversation and prayed for opportunities to speak truth. But often he talked more to God than to Paula about what he saw. Sometimes she could not receive it. Not yet. 

Jerry continued to model God’s unconditional love, which empowered Paula to begin to accept herself. One day she wrote in her journal, “I am awed at … Jerry’s … total acceptance of me even as my sin, failure, and ugliness lay bare between us.… He saw beauty and treasure where I saw only failure and decay.” 

The healing took years, but gradually Paula grew stronger. When their children started to be affected by the abusive family member, Jerry supported Paula as she told the person—until things changed—they would only communicate through a counselor. Eventually Jerry helped her understand God wanted her to protect her heart, too, not only the hearts of their children. 

“Guard your heart with all diligence for from it flow springs of life” (Proverbs 4:23 BSB). 

How do you protect the hearts of your loved ones? Called to protect those we love, stand in the gap. 

Based on an interview with Jerry Moldenhauer. 

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For more on her journey out of spiritual, emotional, and mental abuse see: Soul Scents: Flourish, Paula Moldenhauer, 2016, Free to Flourish Publishing. 

Story read by: Blake Mattocks 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter 

Editor: Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

Project manager: Blake Mattocks 

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