January 20. Hiram Rhodes Revels. Revels was a US citizen, never a slave, not the son of slaves. In fact, there was no history of slavery in his family. Still, some history books refer to him as a freedman—an emancipated slave. It just wasn’t true. 

Today’s story takes place immediately after the Civil War, when—for many people—prejudice and slavery were life-and-death issues. 

Revels stepped into history at this point to represent the people of the State of Mississippi. On this date in 1870, the US Senate chose Revels to fill a Mississippi seat. But it turned out, in effect, Revels represented all the African Americans in the country. Here’s how that happened. 

When we drop old grievances, we gain powerful voices. 

Before the Civil War, Revels had been an ordained minister and a high-school principal. And during the Civil War, he was a US Army Chaplain. 

Then, after the Civil War—with the United States in the middle of reconstruction—Revels helped Mississippi settle “on a basis of justice and political-and-legal equality.” In a state where, before the war, fewer than 1,000 African Americans could get a basic education, Mississippi needed this articulate, principled man of education. 

But Revels was reluctant to take a political office. It might interfere with his work of spreading the gospel. That was a serious obstacle, but Revels saw the need. African Americans needed to be represented, and they certainly needed change. 

Revels also saw the opportunity to serve, and he earned a seat in the state’s reconstructive government as an alderman. His political stance was moderate and compassionate, so he gained the respect of a wide spectrum of voters. 

On opening day, Revel prayed with passion, and that took him from a little-known politician to the one everyone noticed. The top responsibility of the new state legislature was to fill Mississippi’s empty seats in the US Senate—seats vacated by Jefferson Davis and Albert Brown when Mississippi seceded from the Union in 1861. 

Mississippi chose Revels. 

On February 23rd, 1870, when Mississippi was readmitted to the Union, Revels was waiting in Washington. 

But controversy flared. Senate Republicans fought to swear Revels in immediately, but Democrats tried to block it. 

Some Democrats argued Mississippi was under military rule and lacked the civil government necessary to confirm Revel’s appointment. Others said that Revels wasn’t a US Citizen until the 14th Amendment passed in 1868, so he was disqualified to serve because he had only been a US citizen for two years—even though, before the war, he had voted in Ohio. 

The Republicans rallied for Revels. 

“All men are created equal, says the great Declaration,” Republican Senator Charles Sumner roared, “and now a great act attests this verity. Today we make the Declaration a reality.” The US Senate voted for Revels’s appointment 48 to 8. And Revels proved himself as “a representative of the State, irrespective of color.” 

Revels’s Christian beliefs played out in his politics. He staunchly advocated for amnesty for former Confederates who were willing to swear allegiance to the Union. He also promoted peace and strove to allay fear as he promoted the rights of his race. He said that African Americans “can be built up and assisted … in acquiring property, in becoming intelligent, valuable, useful citizens, without one hair upon the head of any white man being harmed.” 

Congress required Georgia to reinstate its African American legislators—those forced from office when the state seceded—before it could re-enter the Union, but other Georgians did not want to comply, and the African American legislators appealed for help to the federal government. 

Revels’s first speech was to fight for their reinstatement. That day the gallery was full of freedmen and women. He “rose to plead for protection for the defenseless race that now sends their delegation … to sue for that which this Congress alone can secure to them.” He said that the people of the North owed a deep obligation to their African American citizens. 

Revels’s stand against segregation hinged on the favor of God. “I find that the prejudice in this country to color is very great, and I sometimes fear that it is on the increase. … If the nation should take a step for the encouragement of this prejudice … can they have any ground upon which to predicate a hope that Heaven will smile upon them and prosper them?” 

Jesus said: “And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins” (Mark 11:25 NIV). 

Is there a situation in your life that you could speak healing intoWhen we drop old grievances, we gain powerful voices. 

Lawson, Elizabeth. The Gentleman From Mississippi: Our First Negro Representative, Hiram R. Revels. New York: privately printed, 1960. 

“REVELS, Hiram Rhodes.” Accessed September 1, 2020. HISTORY, ART & ARCHIVES: UNITED STATES HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES. https://​history.house.gov/​People/​Listing/​R/REVELS, -Hiram-Rhodes-(R000166)/

Congressional Globe, Senate, 41st Cong. , 2nd sess. February 25, 1870: 1567. 

Congressional Globe, Senate, 41st Cong. , 2nd sess. March 16, 1870: 1986–1988. 

Congressional Globe, Senate, 41st Cong. , 3rd sess. February 8, 1871: 1059–1060. 

Congressional Globe, Senate, 41st Cong. , 2nd sess. May 17, 1870: 3520. 

Story written by: Paula Moldenhauer 

January 19. James Tour. James was already brilliant when he entered college. But he didn’t know everything. He didn’t know Christ, and the language of the Christians around him started out confusing, but he soon became intrigued.  

James is still brilliant. He is now a nanotechnologist and a Professor of Materials Science and NanoEngineering, and Professor of Computer Science.  

In 2008, James won the Feynman Prize in Experimental Nanotechnology and the NASA Space Act Award. In fact, if you type up his list of awards in 12-point type, the list is six-inches wide and a foot long. Today’s story begins with James in his first year in college—when he was still confused about those Christians. 

The heart of the problem is a problem of the heart.  

Having grown up in a Jewish community outside of New York City, James Tour was unfamiliar with some of the catchwords he kept hearing in his first year at college. One was: was “born-again.”  

Born-again—what’s that?  

One day, in the dorm’s laundry room, he asked a football player, “What are your plans after school?”  

“I want to do lay ministry,” the guy said. 

Lay ministryHe didn’t know what that meant either, but he figured this guy must be ‘born-again.’ 

The football jock asked if he could draw James an illustration showing how to have a right relationship with God, and James agreed. 

The football player whipped out a sheet of paper and quickly sketched a tall cliff on the left side of the paper and a stick-figure MAN standing on top of the cliff.  

On the right side of the paper, football guy drew another tall cliff and labeled it: GOD. 

Between the cliffs, a chasm stretched from the base of one cliff to the base of the other. And he labeled the chasm: SIN.  

“Sin separates man from God,” he said. 

“But I’m not a sinner,” James said. “I haven’t murdered anyone or robbed any banks, so how can I be a sinner?” 

The guy pulled out his bible and showed James a verse. “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23). “All” meant everybody—everywhere—anytime. 

In that steamy room full of spinning washers and dryers, God was exposing sin—a kind of dirty that didn’t come clean with soap and water. 

The jock showed James another verse where Jesus said, “You have heard that it was said, do not commit adultery. But I tell you, everyone who looks at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart” (Matthew 5:27-28, NRSV). 

The words hit James like a punch in the face. How did he know? How could this man Jesus know about James’s addiction to pornography? 

The trouble had started when James was fourteen and worked at a gas-station. When his co-workers ended their shifts on Fridays, he fished for the magazines they’d thrown away so he could look through them.  

Now, in the laundry room and listening to the football player, James heard how Jesus died for his sins and rose again to make a way for him to find peace with God and eternal life.  

Jesus bridged the gap between God and man. Jesus was the bridge from one clifftop to the other. And it wasn’t a toll bridge. A man could trust that bridge and walk right across.  

But James didn’t accept all the guy had said right then. He studied the Bible himself. He discovered that the prophet Isaiah foretold how the Messiah would be whipped and executed.  

“All of us like sheep have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; but the LORD has caused the iniquity of us all to fall on Him. …Therefore, I will allot Him a portion with the great, And He will divide the booty with the strong; because He poured out Himself to death, and was numbered with the transgressors; yet He Himself bore the sin of many, and interceded for the transgressors” (Isaiah 53:6, 12, NASB). 

Gradually James became convinced Jesus was who he said he was—the Son of God.  

He got down on his knees in his dorm room and prayed, “Lord, forgive me. I’m a sinner. Come into my life.” 

Later, he described it. “All of a sudden Someone was in my room…I opened my eyes. Who was in my room? That man Jesus Christ, he stood in my room. This amazing sense of God …” 

The sheer kindness of God’s forgiveness washed over James. And he no longer felt compelled to mess with pornography.  

Today James is an acclaimed scientist, researcher, and professor, but his passion is sharing his faith. God uses James to help people know about the man on the cliff separated by SIN from the God who loves him—and Jesus, the bridge, the way for the two to connect.  

Have you realized we are all sinners? Have you discovered the remedy who is Jesus Christ? The heart of the problem is problem of the heart.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szbli4m11Lk Video program published by Shalom World December 26, 2018, Dr. James Tour, Star of the World 

https://billygraham.org/decision-magazine/march-2019/renowned-chemist-bold-witness-for-christ/ article by Richard Greene, Renowned Chemist is a Bold Witness for Christ, March 4, 2019, Billy Graham Evangelistic Association website 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNGLZvtRoiU youtube video, One for Israel.org 

Would You Like to Learn More About This Man? 

In an article in Scientific American “Better Killing Through Chemistry,” which appeared a few months after the September 11, 2001 attacks on the Towers, Tour highlights how easy it is to get what’s needed to create chemical weapons.  

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

January 18. Eric Protzman. Eric knew God—in a way, loved his family, and thought life would be fair. How do you think that worked out? 

Life is unfair; God can turn your pain into his purpose. 

After Eric watched his grandfather suffer eight long years of the degradation of dementia, Eric told God, “I’m out.” 

His grandfather, Dr. Weston, had been a surgeon who had restored—to many other people—lives of dignity. But for the doctor, there was no dignity. Dementia had scraped away his dignity. Eric’s grandfather was humiliated. And Eric resented God for his grandfather’s loss. 

For Eric, it was easy to shut faith out, and it was easy to lock his heart “stone cold.” He simply narrowed his focus to Christians like TV evangelists—ones who manipulated and preyed upon people. There. That proved it: religion was a scam. 

After his grandfather’s death, Eric and Nancy, his fiancée, moved ahead with wedding plans. But things didn’t really improve. 

They asked Eric’s grandmother to sing for the wedding ceremony, but when the time came, she was too ill. And while Eric and Nancy honeymooned in Europe, his grandmother died. 

When they got home, the newlyweds visited Nancy’s parents, Bob and Bonnie, and grief overcame Eric. He fled to their basement, sobbing. 

After some time, Bob came downstairs to offer comfort. 

“I do not believe in your God, and I will never believe in your God,” Eric said. 

“Eric, the good news is—this is not up to you.” Bob’s voice was tender. 

Eric knew he had been disrespectful, but all he could see was his own anger. 

For Bob, it should have been a “get out of my house moment,” but Bob responded with grace. 

No berating. No lecture. Just come-on-upstairs-when-you’re-ready. 

Over the years, Eric earned more opportunities to get a “finger-wagging” from his father-in-law, but it never came. Not once. 

Every day, Bob and Bonnie prayed for Eric’s return to faith. Bob never confronted, lectured, or pushed the issue. He left it to Jesus to convince Eric God was real, and Bob stuck to the part of the job that was his—loving Eric as Jesus did. 

Eric put Christians down. But never Bob and Bonnie. Eric didn’t believe what they believed, but they were too respectful to raise his ire. 

As months turned into years, Eric did life. Bought a home. Had children. Established a successful career. 

Nancy’s faith grew, too. She demonstrated the grit, infinite justice, and grace of Jesus. 

Of course, Eric noticed, but he kept his heart on lockdown. When Nancy got up, dressed the children, and took them to church, he respected her choice. He just didn’t join her. 

But Bob, Bonnie, and Nancy kept praying—for fifteen years. Eric climbed the success ladder with no desire to return to faith. But stirrings deep inside him started chipping away at his stony heart. They nourished him. Drew him. Called to him. 

One day, as he sat at the desk where he worked for a Fortune 500 company, he heard the Holy Spirit so clearly it was practically audible. “Welcome back,” God said. “You didn’t get a glove on Me. I’m much stronger than you think I am.” 

Time stopped. 

“You will work for me for the rest of your life,” the Voice added. The words were spoken with such kindness—gentle and matter-of-factly—so that Eric experienced them as a gift, not a command, warning, or threat. Eric welcomed the message. It felt completely true. 

That was in 1991. Eric, now sixty-five, has enjoyed twenty-eight years of working for God. “It’s our job to open eyes and ears,” Eric said. “You don’t do that by prying them open. You whisper.” You love. Listen. Treat others with dignity. The same way Bob—and Jesus—treated Eric. 

“The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying, ‘I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness’” (Jeremiah 31:3 NIV). 

What wound has challenged your faith? Where do you sense God drawing you out of pain and into faith? Life is unfair; God can turn your pain into his purpose. 

Based on an interview with Eric Protzman, 2019.

January 17. Antony the Great. According to theologian Athanasius, when Antony was about 20, the devil afflicted him with boredom, laziness, and phantoms of women, which Antony overcame by waging a war of prayer. 

After fifteen years of this battle, at 35, Anthony withdrew from public life and lived in absolute solitude in an abandoned Roman fortress, where people tossed food to him over the wall. Still people found him. Over the years, many people had flocked to the hermit Antony and returned healed of their ailments. The man was gifted with discernment and steadfast faith. 

Some people asked the monk to pray, and some simply slept outside his door, believing that they could be healed just by being in his presence. It was never Antony himself who healed them, but God, who was working through Antony. Yet Antony’s faith meant life-changing rescue to everyone who sought him. 

The way you live out your faith may be another man’s lifeline. 

There was an honorable military officer named Martinian, who was raising a family, and he believed in God. But one day he found his sweet daughter afflicted with an evil spirit. 

Horrified, Martinian would have done anything to see his daughter in her right mind again. Antony was the man for the job. 

So Martinian hiked into the desert, where Antony lived alone on a mountain near the east bank of the Nile River. Martinian walked and kept walking and eventually came upon the abandoned Roman fort where Antony had lived for nearly twenty years. 

Martinian knocked on the door and waited. He listened for any sign of movement from inside, but he heard nothing. 

Again, he knocked—longer—and he yelled for the hermit. 

Still, there was no answer. Desperate, Martinian resolved to knock until the hermit answered, and he kept knocking and pleading for Antony to come out and pray to God for his little girl. 

Finally, though he would not open the door, Antony’s voice rose above the noise of the officer’s pounding. 

Martinian stopped and listened. 

“Man, why do you call on me?” Antony said. “I also am a man even as you. But if you believe on Christ whom I serve, go, and according as you believe, pray to God, and it shall come to pass.” 

Martinian did not protest, as other pilgrims had, but he left immediately. Believing Antony’s instruction, he called out to God and asked Him to heal his daughter. 

When Martinian got home, he saw his daughter free from the evil spirit, and he was so happy. 

Antony had never seen the girl but found confirming joy in his heart. 

“When Jesus had entered Capernaum, a centurion came to him, asking for help. ‘Lord,’ he said, ‘my servant lies at home paralyzed, suffering terribly.’ 

“Jesus said to him, ‘Shall I come and heal him?’ 

“The centurion replied, ‘Lord, I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. But just say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell this one, “Go,” and he goes; and that one, “Come,” and he comes. I say to my servant, “Do this,” and he does it.’ 

“When Jesus heard this, he was amazed and said to those following him, ‘Truly I tell you, I have not found anyone in Israel with such great faith.…’ Then Jesus said to the centurion, ‘Go! Let it be done just as you believed it would.’ And his servant was healed at that moment” (Matthew 8:5–10, 13 NIV). 

How can you use your own gifts in faith to strengthen someone else today? The way you live out your faith may be another man’s lifeline. 

Servants’ Preparation Program. Nashville: Coptic Orthodox Diocese of the Southern United States, 2002. http://docshare01.docshare.tips/files/2097/20971251.pdf

“St. Anthony of Egypt: Egyptian Monk.” Encyclopaedia Britannica, Jan. 12, 2000, https://‌www.britannica.com/‌biography/‌Saint-Anthony-of-Egypt

St. Athanasius. “Life of St. Antony.” St. Athanasius: Select Works and Letters, edited by Philip Schaff and Henry Wace. New York: Christian Literature Publishing Co., 1892. pp. 188–221. 

January 16. Malcolm Gladwell. In 2013, Malcom published David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants. Throughout the first year of research on this book, he collected examples of people’s disadvantages turning into advantages. 

For example, many American presidents and British prime ministers had lost a parent in childhood. A young shepherd boy beat the giant Goliath. 

Malcolm spent time in libraries and talking to social scientists, pouring over research to find how this had happened. Today’s story begins as Malcom meets the Derksens, whose daughter has just been murdered. Surely this disadvantage could never be turned to any kind of good. 

Turns out: it took more than twenty years for Candace’s killer to be found. Here’s what Malcolm found out. 

Jesus gives ordinary people extraordinary power, if they’re willing. 

Malcolm was on his way to Winnipeg to interview Wilma Derksen, whose teenaged daughter, Candace had disappeared on her way home from school. A week later, she was found—her hands and feet bound—and she was dead. 

At the time, the search for Candace had become Winnipeg’s biggest manhunt in the city’s history, and as the tragedy unfolded, Wilma and her husband Cliff were called to a news conference. 

One of the reporters asked, “How do you feel about whoever did this to Candace?” 

Cliff said, “We would like to know who the person or persons are so we could share, hopefully, a love that seems to be missing in these people’s lives.” 

Wilma added, “I can’t say at this point I forgive the person. We have all done something dreadful in our lives, or have felt the urge to.” 

The Derksen’s lack of vengeance and anger intrigued Malcolm, and he wondered how a family—whose daughter had been brutally murdered—could find such strength. 

Wilma told Malcom that her family had emigrated from Russia after suffering persecution for their faith, and she grew up in the Mennonite tradition. “I was taught that there was an alternative way to deal with injustice,” she said. “I was taught it in school. We were taught the history of persecution. We had this picture of martyrdom that went right back to the sixteenth century. The whole Mennonite philosophy is that we forgive and we move on.” 

Ironic. Malcolm had grown up in a Mennonite community in Ontario, and his family was full of seminarians and preachers. The running joke back then had been that Malcolm was the only one who hadn’t preached a sermon. 

But when he moved to New York, he stopped attending church. He still believed in God. He just held onto the evidence and physical side of God—the logic of the Christian faith. Outside of logic, there wasn’t much he was holding onto. 

But with Wilma in her garden, he felt a change in his heart. She was so normal. How could she overcome something so horrible? And he saw what he had been missing in his own faith: the power of Christ. 

“It was one thing to read in a history book about people empowered by their faith,” Malcolm wrote. “But it is quite another to meet an otherwise very ordinary person, in the backyard of a very ordinary house, who has managed to do something utterly extraordinary.” The Derksens—through their press conference—showed the whole country the path to forgiveness. That could only be explained by the power of Christ at work in their lives. It was what Malcolm had been missing. He knew he had his own journey to take, just like the people in his interviews. He had been missing the power and beauty of the faith he grew up in. “Here I was writing about people of extraordinary circumstances,” he wrote, “and it slowly dawned on me that I can have that too.” 

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever” (Psalm 73:26 NIV). 

Do you see the power of God working in your life? Do you want to? Jesus gives ordinary people extraordinary powerif they’re willing. 

“Malcolm Gladwell: How I Rediscovered Faith.” Published July 27, 2020. Relevant Magazine. https://​relevantmagazine.com/​life5/​malcolm-gladwell-how-i-rediscovered-faith/

Gladwell, Malcolm. David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants. New York: Little, Brown and Company, 2013.  

Bailey, Sarah Pulliam. “Author Malcolm Gladwell finds his faith again.” Published October 11, 2013. The Washington Post. https://​www.washingtonpost.com/​local/​author-malcolm-gladwell-finds-his-faith-again/​2013/​10/​11/​d633d8f4–3266–11e3–89ae-16e186e117d8_​story.html

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January 15. CI Scofield. On this date in 1909, Scofield published the Scofield Reference Bible. He had started out as an attorney, and President Ulysses S. Grant appointed him US district attorney for the District of Kansas. But when ugly rumors emerged about bribes, thieving, and forgery, Scofield resigned and left the area. 

He was a man with many gifts and one enormous problem. Early in his life, that problem caused Scofield a lot of grief. But none of our problems are too big for God. Listen to the story. 

Stuck in secret sin? Be transparent. Your mess might be your message. 

Scofield’s early life was in the fast lane and heading to a bad end. He had abandoned his wife and child, fled a government job to avoid charges, and embraced a life of anesthesia by alcohol. 

But God had a plan for Scofield’s life and sent a friend named Thomas McPheeters. 

McPheeters challenged his friend, “Why aren’t you a Christian?” 

“Scofield tried to deflect the conversation. ‘Does not the Bible say something about drunkards having no place in heaven? I’m a hard drinker, McPheeters.’  

“‘You haven’t answered my question, Scofield. Why are you not a Christian?’  

“‘I do not recall ever having been shown just how to be a Christian. I do not know how.’” 

McPheeters read aloud: “Let it be known to you therefore, brothers, that through this man [Jesus] forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you, and by him everyone who believes is freed from everything from which you could not be freed by the law of Moses” (Acts 13:38,39 ESV). 

“It was as if the words pierced Scofield’s heart. Like the Philippian jailer, Scofield asked, ‘What must I do to be saved?’” 

McPheeters read the words again. Then the two men knelt, and Scofield received Jesus Christ as his Savior. 

Later, Scofield told his biographer Mr. Trumbull, “Oh! Trumbull, put it into the story, put it big and plain: instantly the chains were broken never to be forged again—the passion for drink was taken away. Put it ‘instantly,’ dear Trumbull. Make it plain. Don’t say: ‘He strove with his drink-sin and came off the victor.’ He did nothing of the kind. Divine power did it, wholly of grace. To Christ be all the glory.” 

Scofield quickly got into Christian work with YMCA and formed a relationship with a remarkable preacher, pastor, and Bible teacher of St. Louis and spent many hours in the pastor’s home studying the Bible with him. 

Later, he shared his story of deliverance. He realized, “by the grace of God I am what I am,” (1 Corinthians 15:10).” He didn’t want others to think his deliverance came from his own human ingenuity or victorious efforts. It had come solely by the grace of God. 

But prominent preacher DL Moody advised Scofield against telling the story of his rescue from alcoholism. Moody firmly believed sin was under the blood of the Jesus. He thought it might lessen Scofield’s credibility as a minister. Moody thought the only exception should be during revival meetings where drinking men might be present. 

Scofield didn’t want to respond hastily. He played the conversation over in his mind again. Then wisely replied, “I must leave myself in the hands of the Holy Spirit for whatever guidance He might indicate.” 

Shortly after this, Scofield spoke to an audience of about eight-hundred students at Northfield, where Moody pastored. During the course of his sermon, he was strongly impressed to give the testimony of his own deliverance from being enslaved to alcohol through the all sufficient power of the Holy Spirit. 

Scofield said, “Great opportunities had indeed been given me, and for years I made them my own. But slowly, insidiously, the all but universal habit of drink in the society and among the men of my time overmastered me. I was not a victor in the battle of life but a ruined and hopeless man who, despite all his struggles, was fast bound in chains of his own forging. [The man I had become] had no thought of Christ … but the Lord of glory sought him. Through Thomas McPheeters, a joyous, hopeful soul, Jesus Christ offered Himself to that wreck. That wreck, Scofield accepted Jesus Christ.” 

It was evident God greatly blessed the lives of the students through Scofield’s transparency. After the service, Moody said emphatically, “Scofield, you take the advice of the Holy Spirit hereafter, and not of DL Moody.” 

What parts of your life do you hesitate to share? If secret sin has you bound, choose to be transparent. Your mess can be your message. 

Trumbull, Charles, and Mark Walter. (Kindle Locations 363–370) The Life Story of C. I. Scofield. January 30, 2014. 

Pickering, Hy, “Conversion of C. I. Scofield: An American Lawyer.” Accessed September 23, 2020. Wholesome Words Home. https://​www.wholesomewords.org/​biography/​bscofield2.html

January 14. Deano Sargent. Deano was a man who loved God, loved his neighbor, and loved to farm. He was a faithful man. A faithful man who did the job at hand, cared for the people at hand, and didn’t worry himself about getting to the top. Here’s his story. 

When you value God’s people, they begin to see their worth. 

The tractor motor roared, and Deano kept a steady eye on the horizon, a wake of heartland dust rising behind him. His heart overflowed with gratitude. How could simply serving God and loving others have led him here? 

For as long as he could remember, Deano had always hoped of being a farmer, and now he was living the dream. 

As a new resident of a small-farming town and rookie farmer, Deano decided to meet his neighbors. Rejecting the scuttlebutt about the “odd” couple who lived in the little red farmhouse, one day Deano showed up on their front porch—with a firm knock and a friendly smile. 

The door opened, and a committee greeted him: there was Floyd and Mary and a heap of cats. Deano took Floyd’s leathery hand and pumped. And a unique friendship began. 

Deano soon learned that this elderly couple had no children and no one to help them out in their time of need. And Floyd and Mary’s concerns became Deano’s to-do list. 

“Everyone has a story, and their story deserves to be heard,” Deano often said. 

From then on, Floyd regularly invited Deano to help on the farm. And Deano was happy to serve. He figured that was what God had created him for—and why God had put this love of farming in his soul. 

But, in Floyd, Deano also found a farming mentor. And the two men enjoyed a growing bond around their shared love of farming. 

One chilly spring morning, Deano got up before the sun made its appearance, and he hopped in his truck. He rumbled down the old gravel road to Floyd and Mary’s farm, and his coffee sloshed in the cupholder. 

As he stepped out of his truck, Deano smiled and thought it was a beautiful morning. Without being asked, he had stopped by to spray Floyd’s fields for weeds before he went to work. 

From the farmhouse, Floyd had heard the truck pull up and hurried out to see who was there. Surprised to see Deano, especially at this hour, Floyd walked out to the field and said, “Deano, I want you to do something for me. I want you to tell me you will take care of Mary if anything should happen to me.” 

Deano was surprised. And with a compassionate smile said, “Sure, Floyd. You bet.” That was it. A short conversation, and they got on with the business of spraying weeds. 

In the days ahead, Deano invited Floyd to Stiles Christian Church, where Deano served as an elder. Floyd gave his heart to Christ there, and was thrilled to have finally found a church family who accepted him and loved him like Deano. 

And it was this same church family who wrapped their arms around Mary, when Floyd unexpectedly passed away. 

From that day on, Deano visited Mary nearly every night, and he brought along caring conversation and a few jokes to brighten her day. He became the son she never had. 

Whether taking her for Sunday drives around the farm, or attending special events at her nursing home, he was doing what he did best, planting seeds of love—in God’s creation. 

On one of their many drives around the farmland, Mary said to him, “Deano, I want you to have all of this when I’m gone. All 600 acres.” And when she joined Floyd in heaven, she made that happen. 

To anyone who would listen, Deano would say, “J.O.Y.—surely means Jesus first, yourself last and others in between.” 

“Plant the good seeds of righteousness, and you will harvest a crop of love” (Hosea 10:12 NLT). 

Is there someone in your life who needs to be reminded of their value? When you value God’s people, they begin to see their worth. 

Based on an interview with Sandy Sargent and Melinda Sargent Bray, August 4, 2019. 

Story read by: Chuck Stecker 

Introduction read by: Daniel Carpenter 

Audio production: Joel Carpenter 

Story written by: Shelli Mandeville, https://worthy.life/ 

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

Project manager: Blake Mattocks 

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

January 13. CT Studd. CT was considered England’s most outstanding cricket player. By the time he was 16, he was an excellent player, and he played all through college and became famous throughout England. 

Full of energy and courage, CT walked away from cricket, left Cambridge, to preach the Gospel in China. CT had many, many major adventures and founded the Worldwide Evangelization Crusade. On this date in 1887, CT gave away a large portion of his inheritance to support George Mueller’s work with orphans. 

If God leads you into a tight spot, He’ll have your back.  

Star cricket player CT Studd loved God, he loved people, and he wanted to “run a rescue shop within a yard of hell.” When he heard about a tribe of cannibals in the heart of Africa—who had never heard about Jesus—he had to go to Africa. 

No matter CT was over 50 years old. No matter his health was iffy. No matter the cannibals had filed their teeth to sharp points. 

CT welcomed tight spots—just to see how God would get him out. And—in any situation God led him—CT refused the negative point of view. 

With hired porters, CT and (his soon-to-be son-in-law) Alfred set out across Africa on bicycles with hard seats and skinny tires. No modern roads, no paved paths—no reason to complain. CT kept pedaling. 

The first night in the Congo, they pitched a tent twenty yards from Lake Albert, where “the flies provided a treble to the … barking of the crocodiles,” CT said. “It was not altogether nice to have them so close.” Though he would never complain or worry, he did wisely burn a good fire all night between the crocodiles and his bed. 

As they moved on, the journey was slow going, and they often had to carry their bikes, which CT declared no problem. Massive trees turned the “midday sun to twilight.” Steaming heat rose from thick vegetation full of leopards and lions and lowland gorillas. 

At one point, Alfred and CT got separated from their porters, and the bicycles were little help on steep hills and through crowded villages. Hot and hungry, the guys had no money, no food, and very little understanding of the language. They stumbled through a village, not completely pleased with life. 

CT begged a man with a basket of maize and sweet potatoes to sell them food. And the man agreed. 

But how would they pay for it? 

CT grinned. God’s provision was very near. Why were there so many buttons on breeches? To be cut off and used as money, of course! The native went away happy. (But—instead of clothes, the villagers oiled their skin. So CT wondered how the man’s wife would sew his new buttons on.) 

Now CT and Alfred had food, but no way to prepare it. At the next village, they found a man with actual clothes on. Time to barter with buttons. The man made them a fire. But CT had no pot or griddle or even a paper bag. 

No problem. 

The man threw their food into the fire, and—thirty minutes later—when he pulled it out, CT declared the food “unspoiled” by rich sauces. 

The presence of two white guys with too many clothes on did attract a little too much attention. But CT and Alfred were “lank, lean, and tough,” so their new pointy-toothed friends-in-need were not “tempted beyond what they were able to bear.” Intact, CT and Alfred left the village. 

As they traveled, CT and Alfred fought a fever. It was like being knocked in the head by the devil. Fever rose. Medication failed. Weakness increased. 

Scripture said if anyone was sick to anoint them and pray, but CT and Alfred didn’t have salad oil, or olive oil, or even linseed oil. They decided lamp oil worked just fine. That night CT felt he was at the edge of death. But come morning he was fit as an African fiddle. 

CT and Alfred told the tribesmen about Jesus, and the first baptism was held in a river. To keep their new converts safe, CT had two jobs: 1. Dunk people. 2. Shoot crocodiles. 

Eventually he and Alfred settled in an African village. People from all around came to hear about Jesus. One man and his wife walked 200 miles to hear about God. “He never missed a meeting.” 

It seems CT was open to anything the Lord delivered. One converted cannibal, also an ex-soldier, took it upon himself to keep the 200 oiled bodies respectful. If, during prayer, someone opened his eyes, he popped them on the head and told them to behave in God’s house. If someone prayed too long, CT said, “Now we’ll sing a hymn while our brother finishes.” 

One man stood and said he was sorry. Everyone listened. He had to confess he had eaten his uncle. 

“In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened; he saved me from all my troubles” (Psalm 34:6 NLT). 

How do you respond to difficult situations? If God leads you into a tight spot, He’ll have your back.  

Grubb, Norman. Chapter Fifteen: “Through Cannibal Tribes.” CT Studd—Cricketer and Pioneer. Fort Washington, PA: Christian Literature Crusade, 1982 (Original publication date: 1933). 

Hammond, Peter. Cricketer for ChristCT Studd (1860–1931). Published January 20, 2017. Frontline Fellowship. https://www.slideshare.net/frontfel/ct-studd-cricketer-for-christ

“Chapter 26.” THE FUNDAMENTALS – A TESTIMONY TO THE TRUTH Vol. 4, Edited by R.A. Torrey, A.C. Dixon and Others. Accessed September 23, 2020. AGES Digital Library, 2000. (Original publication of essays 1910–1915). http://www.ntslibrary.com/PDF% 20Books% 20II/Torrey% 20-% 20The% 20Fundamentals% 204.pdf.

January 12. Richie Parker. Richie is a mechanical engineer. About his life, he says, “I’m thankful that I don’t have arms.” And he means it. Without arms, he’s earned a Masters of Business Administration and Engineering degree. Without arms, he became a star in auto-racing design. Without arms, he’s now using his education and his experience to help others with disabilities. 

In his shop working on cars in various states of repair, he says, “We have to be thankful for what we don’t have because a lot of times that’s what shapes us into what we are.” Here’s his story. 

Facing a challenge? Embrace it, and count on God.  

He slid into the front seat of his car and kicked off his shoes. Inserting the key into the ignition and turning it with his toes, the engine in his 64 Chevy Super Sport roared to life. Leaning over he slipped the seat belt clip in place with his mouth and nudged the gear shift into drive with his shoulder. It was time to go. 

Armed with his freshly printed Mechanical Engineering degree from Clemson University and his relentless drive to achieve, Richie headed out for one of the most important meetings of his young life.  

Growing up without arms, Richie was surrounded by a chorus of doubters telling him what he couldn’t do without hands — they had said he couldn’t ride a bike, drive a car, or find a good job.  

But Richie never listened, and he did all that. “You either embrace the challenges and find a way, or you let the obstacles get the best of you.” He developed solutions and overcame every obstacle that stood in the way of achieving his dream—a career in automotive engineering.  

Pulling out of the driveway, Richie’s ever-present smile was a little bit bigger that morning as his calloused feet artfully used the special steering wheel on the floorboard—a steering wheel he had designed.  

This was going to be his day.  

He had been selected as a candidate for a ten-week NASCAR Diversity Internship Program with Hendrick Motor Sports, the most winning organization in NASCAR.  

Richie entered Hendrick’s headquarters for his interview with the company’s engineering manager Rex Stump, and a lot of people were looking on. They had no idea what he could do or what he was going to do there. But they were about to find out. 

“I think I had about 20 resumes that I went through before I settled on Richie’s,” Stump said. “I knew he could do the things that I needed him to do; it was more a question of how.” 

Rex and Richie sat at the computer, and Richie took his shoes off and put the keyboard and mouse on the floor. Stump’s question was immediately answered as Richie flew through the design challenge. He could type faster with his feet than most people could with their hands. 

It was just the crack in the opportunity door Richie needed.  

What was to be a ten-week internship working with the likes of NASCAR legends Jimmy Johnson, Jeff Gordon, and Dale Earnhardt Jr. turned into a twelve-year position as a Vehicle Design Engineer … designing engine and chassis components with his feet.  

Ultimately, Richie became the Group Manager, contributing to over 100 wins and 7 NASCAR Championships.  

But his dream didn’t stop there!  

While working fulltime, he earned his Master of Business Administration in Entrepreneurship and Innovation. Now his dream of owning his own consulting company designing tools to improve the quality of life of people with physical challenges became a reality.  

Richie’s dream continues to grow because he never forgets how he got there. “My faith in God has been a part of my life since day one. God made me the way I am, and as I have gotten older —the man that I am today—I am able to help other people realize that a big part of life is understanding God’s plan, accepting his plan, and then embracing his plan. When times are hard, and my back is against the wall, I grow closer to God.” 

“But there is [a vital force] a spirit [of intelligence] in man, And the breath of the Almighty gives them understanding” (Job 32:8 AMP). 

Facing a challenge? Embrace it, and count on God.  

“Throughout his life, Richie Parker has found a way.” Published April 16, 2014. Salisbury Posthttps://‌www.salisburypost.com/‌2014/‌04/‌16/‌throughout-his-life-richie-parker-has-found-a-way/

Blair, Leonardo. “Man Born Without Hands Is Engineer for NASCAR’s Most Winning Organization.” Published August 6, 2013. Christian Posthttps://www.christianpost.com/news/man-born-without-hands-is-engineer-for-nascars-most-winning-organization.html

Scar, Ken, “DRIVEN: Clemson MBAe grad Richie Parker embraces life.” Published August 29, 2017. The NEWSSTAND. https://newsstand.clemson.edu/mediarelations/driven-clemson-mbae-grad-richie-parker-embraces-life/. 

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

January 11. Chuck Stecker. Chuck is the Founder and Executive Director of A Chosen Generation—a Christ-centered ministry that exists to train up leaders for intergenerational ministry. 

As an Army Lieutenant Colonel, Chuck served as a leader, including three years on the Joint Staff in the Pentagon. Combining business experience, twenty-three years of military service and more than thirteen years of full-time ministry, Chuck delivers a clear strategy to equip, train, empower, and release a whole new generation of leaders. These leaders would develop clear pathways to keep young adults actively connected to their churches and to help them develop into the leaders that will impact every area of our society. 

A Chosen Generation is all about intergenerational ministry. Today’s story begins at a “When Men Pray” event at Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium, and it’s all about intergenerational too. 

A godly man resists the temptation to judge another man’s actions. 

Retired Lieutenant Colonels did not cry. And if they ever were to cry, it would not be in a huge public event in the Ryman Auditorium. 

But when the man with the microphone said God would heal men who had never received their father’s blessing, Chuck’s stoicism flew out the arched windows. He hadn’t seen his father in twelve years. Wasn’t sure where—or if—he lived. And Chuck bawled like a little kid. 

It was the When Men Pray conference, and a friend saw Chuck crying. The man hugged Chuck and prayed a father’s blessing over him. 

During the next month, Chuck began to heal, but it was hard to release the poison from years of resentment. 

Then Chuck traveled for ministry, and he carried a letter with a Wichita address—his father’s last known place of residence. On the way home, when Chuck reached Memphis, he had to choose between two routes. One was I 40 through Wichita. Did God really expect Chuck to seek his biological father? 

Chuck was in no mood to be spiritual. “I’m tired, God. I’m going the shortest route home.” Chuck grabbed his Rand McNally map and counted the mileage. Twice. Chuck took I 40. Then turned north on I 35 toward Wichita. 

Finally he approached the place his father lived. Trash, beer cans, and needles littered the street in front of the dilapidated apartment building. His father’s name was on a mailbox. Chuck tugged on the front door. Locked

Chuck leaned against his car. “What now, God?” 

Just then, a woman appeared and opened the door from the inside. 

He stood still, kept his hands in sight, and relaxed. The woman was clearly frightened. 

“I’ll stay right where I am, ma’am,” Chuck said. 

She gazed at him. “You’re one of the old man’s boys.” 

What was she talking about? “I’ve never been here before,” he said. 

“You’re one of the old man’s boys,” she said again. “He’s told us for years one of you would come. But it’s been so long, none of us believed him anymore.” 

She flung open the door, ran back into her apartment, and spoke through a slit in her door. “Third apartment on the right.” 

Chuck walked down there. Printed on a grimy piece of tape was his father’s name. 

Chuck knocked. Knocked again. No answer. 

A neighbor stepped from her apartment. She banged on Chuck’s father’s door. “Open up!” 

Finally, the door opened. 

And there he was, bowed over like a baboon and wearing only boxers. 

His father stared at him. “Well, I’ll be damned.” 

Chuck stepped onto a greasy carpet pocked with beer cans. He sat on a broken-down chair. And huge cockroaches scuttled up the wall. 

After an awkward visit, Chuck said he would return in the morning, and he made his escape out to his car. 

But in his hotel room that night, Chuck couldn’t sleep. 

God asked, “What control do you have over your father?” 

“None,” Chuck said. 

“What control do you have over yourself as a son?” 

“That’s what I get to control,” Chuck said. 

“Honor thy father and mother.” 

As a boy, Chuck had to be very careful around his father. If you backed him into a corner, he would coil up like a rattlesnake and strike. 

Chuck wished Scripture said to honor your father unless he was an idiot, a drunk, or a jailbird. 

But it didn’t. 

The Holy Spirit repeatedly asked the same questions and whispered, “Honor thy father and mother.” 

The next morning Chuck returned to his dad’s. On hands and knees on the dirty carpet, Chuck clutched his father’s feet and prayed aloud, “God, forgive me. I have not been the son I should have been. I have resented my father. I have not honored him.” 

His dad didn’t say much. 

With the promise to stay in touch, Chuck left. 

And Chuck kept his word. His father installed a phone to make it easier. Chuck realized no one had taught his father how to love. Yet Chuck had held his dad responsible for what he didn’t know. Based on his own needs, expectations, and desires, Chuck had judged his father. 

Three years later, during one of their visits, Chuck’s dad asked spiritual questions. 

“You have never accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior, have you?” Chuck asked. 

“No,” his dad said. “If that’s why you’re here, that’s not what I’m going to do either.” 

“Dad, heaven and hell are real. I’m not much of a theologian, but I know heaven will be in the presence of God. Hell will be out of God’s presence. For eternity. 

“Someday I’ll be the family patriarch, and I’ll make sure your grandchildren know about Jesus. But if I get to heaven and you’re not there, it won’t be the same without you.” 

His dad sobbed. Then he knelt on the exact spot of carpet where—three years before—Chuck had knelt. Now they knelt  together and cried together. His dad accepted Jesus. 

“There’s a little bit of Pharisee in all of us,” says Chuck. “We hold people to standards we ourselves can’t stand up to.… I judged myself by my good intentions and my dad by his actions.” 

God’s grace changed Chuck—then it changed his dad. 

“We are careful not to judge people by what they seem to be, though we once judged Christ in that way” (2 Corinthians 5:16 CEV). 

How do you measure yourself? Is it how you measure others? A godly man resists the temptation to judge another man’s actions. 

Based on an interview with Chuck Stecker, May 23, 2020. 

Story written by: Shelli Mandeville, https://worthy.life/