February 23. Justin Martyr. About 100 AD, Martyr was born in Samaria, the capital of the northern kingdom of ancient Israel, a city of Gentiles and mixed marriages. 

Even as a boy, he wanted answers for life’s big questions, and he wasn’t finding them among the Stoics and other philosophers. 

But one day he met a man who knew Jesus. Martyr listened. He questioned. He believed. And he became a traveling teacher and the second century’s foremost defender of the faith. Martyr wrote, “I fell in love with the prophets and these men who had loved Christ; I reflected on all their words and found that this philosophy alone was true and profitable.” Here’s the story. 

When the unrighteous rule, a righteous man acts. 

In the late second century, Martyr stood in the middle of a firestorm. Christians all around him were being imprisoned and executed simply for naming themselves Christian. Martyr had a chance to escape from Rome and save himself, but he decided to stay and take a stand with the other Christians. 

The leaders of the Roman Empire considered Christianity to be a dangerous, rapidly-spreading political cult, and they launched “bitter attacks against the Christians.” 

Roman Christians were beheaded, crucified, or torn apart by lions in colosseums packed with bloodthirsty spectators. Martyr and the surviving members of the early church grieved bitterly for spouses, friends, and relatives who had been stolen from them during this time. Everybody lost someone. 

But of all the losses, none affected Martyr more than the execution of Polycarp, the bishop of Smyrna. A spiritual father to many and a man who had known the Apostle John personally, at the age of eighty-six, Polycarp had been burned at the stake. He had refused to recant his faith in Jesus. 

Polycarp’s death ignited a holy fire within Martyr. Counting himself among the believers was no longer enough. He had to do something. 

So Martyr wrote a powerful and explosive letter to the Roman Emperor himself, Antoninus Pius—a risky thing to do. Offending the Emperor would certainly result in Martyr’s execution. 

But in his letter to Antoninus, Martyr didn’t hold back. The Roman state had accused Christians of atheism and punished Christians for rejecting the Roman gods. 

In response, Martyr denounced all of the Roman gods and called them “demons that men call gods.” He declared that as far as the Roman gods were concerned, the Christians were indeed atheists. For they had a higher calling: to worship “the most true God, the Father of righteousness.” 

The second serious charge against the Christians was that their “cult” inspired rebellion against the Emperor and, if left unchecked, would soon throw the Empire itself into chaos. 

Martyr smashed that accusation by testifying to what had actually happened. Christ’s mighty power worked in the church and transformed them into a people of radical peace: “We who hated and destroyed one another, who would not live with men of a different tribe, now, since the coming of Christ, live familiarly with them and pray for our enemies, and endeavor to persuade those who hate us to become partakers of the same joyful hope.” 

After writing this letter, Martyr, a man in his late sixties, still could have escaped Rome for the safety of a friendlier nation. Instead, he chose to remain, and he worked tirelessly to legalize Christianity in the Roman Empire. At the same time, he preached the Gospel to all who would hear it. Every day he remained in Rome put his life in great jeopardy, but he continued to act on his faith and stand against injustice. 

Several years later, after a new and equally unjust emperor, Marcus Aurelius, was named Caesar, the time came for Martyr to take his final stand. And on that glorious day he found himself in the same position Polycarp had once been: standing before a Roman proconsul, who demanded he recant his faith. Martyr would not recant and was executed alongside his students. 

“So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin” (James 4:17 ESV). 

What injustice is God calling you to take a stand against? When the unrighteous rule, a righteous man acts. 

“Polycarp: Martyrdom.” Accessed October 8, 2020. All About Religion. https://www.polycarp.net/

“The First Apology of Justin.” Accessed October 8, 2020. Bible Study Tools. https://www.biblestudytools.com/history/early-church-fathers/ante-nicene/vol-1-apostolic-with-justin-martyr-irenaeus/justin-martyr/first-apology-of-justin.html

Parvis, Paul. “Justin Martyr.” The Expository Times 120, no. 2 (November 1, 2008): 53-61. 

Martyr, Justin. Dialog with Trypho. Washington, DC: Catholic University of America Press; Revised Edition, July 1, 2002. 

Story read by Chuck Stecker 

February 22. Scott Schwinn. Scott is like many men. He cares about his wife. He cares about his children. And he cares about being a man he can admire. These strong values rarely go untested, and Scott is no exception there either. When the test came, Scott had a choice to make. Here’s what happened. 

It’s not what happens to you, but what happens in you that truly matters. 

Scott moaned. Intense abdominal pain curled him tighter on the bed. This was the fourth episode of acute liver-related disease in three months. This time, it resulted in infection, and Scott became septic—a life-threatening infection spread by means of the bloodstream. 

Scott’s wife Cinnamon rushed him to the hospital, where doctors gave him IV antibiotics and cleaned him out. But no one knew how many more times they could successfully do this. 

Scott’s body was developing a resistance to antibiotics. “Next time could be the last time,” the doctor said. He put Scott on a liver-transplant list, but the wait could take years. 

A year later, time was running out. Scott was bumped higher on the list, and his six children—ages two to nineteen—were scared. 

Then tragedy struck the family—again. On May 8, 2015, Scott’s oldest child Autumn was in a near-fatal car accident. Traumatic brain injury kept Autumn in the ICU for weeks, a specialty hospital for a month, and then in outpatient therapy. 

The family focused on Autumn—but in the background, Scott’s life clock ticked off minute by minute, time running out. 

That fall—when no deceased donor had become available—the doctor suggested they look for a live donor. But that procedure was risky. Two years before, a donor had died. 

Now, discouragement hounded Scott. Even if someone were willing to take the risk, it had to be someone healthy of the right size and blood type. Scott and Cinnamon discussed his possible death. Though she homeschooled their children, Cinnamon returned to her previous career. If Scott died, she could support the children. 

They battled fear, anger, and bitterness. Scott pondered James’s words in the Bible. James said when trials came, consider it joy. Trials developed maturity. A friend said Scott could let life happen to him or for him. Scott had a choice. He could be angry and let life happen to him, or he could allow life to work for him. It was all about mindset. 

The trials could mature him or leave him bitter. Scott determined to be faithful to God until his last day. He prayed for maturity to face his struggle head on and grow from it. 

As Scott faced the “valley of the shadow of death,” Psalm 23 became precious. He asked Jesus to help him “lie down in green pastures” and to lead him “beside quiet waters.” And God comforted him. 

Scott believed God wanted him to live and raise his children, but he surrendered an unknown future into God’s hands. 

“The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake” (Psalm 23:1-3 NASB). 

Then Scott’s friend Chris realized he had Scott’s blood type. He offered his liver. “If I’m able to help you, why wouldn’t I?” 

Scott was beyond grateful. Chris went through testing. Hope grew. In February of 2016, after a two-year wait for a liver, doctors declared a match. It felt miraculous. They scheduled the surgery for May 17, still hoping for a cadaver liver. 

On May 4, Scott was in the hospital for the second time in a month. The surgeon entered his room. “I have good news. We have a cadaver liver available.” They discussed risks of surgery so close to an episode of infection, but the opportunity outweighed the risks. 

Then the doctor surprised Scott with a new twist. He drew a liver on the whiteboard. It had two blood supplies. He drew a line. It could be cut right there—and a little girl in Children’s Hospital could receive a liver too. Would Scott share? 

Echoing Chris’s words to him, Scott said, “Why wouldn’t I?” 

Twenty-four hours later, Scott—and a child across town—had new livers. 

The Schwinns celebrated. But they knew another family’s loss had given Scott life. All six children wrote the parents of the twenty-one-year-old donor. They said “thank you” for their dad’s life. 

Which do you choose—passive bitterness or a determination to face your circumstances, trust God, and grow? It’s not what happens to you, but what happens in you that truly matters. 

Based on an interview with Scott Schwinn on September 30, 2019. 

Story read by Joel Carpenter

February 21. George Latimer. Around 1820 in Virginia, a stonemason named Latimer and a young woman, who was owned by his brother, had a son named George. George Latimer. And though his father was white, and George had his name, he was considered mere property. And he was treated like property. 

He was a house servant until he was sixteen. After that, he was rented out like we might rent a power washer or a generator. 

In the next couple of years, George was arrested and jailed—because his master had reneged on his debts. When he wasn’t jailed, the work days could be long and hard and the masters brutal. Today’s story starts in Virginia in September 1842. 

There’s a time to wait, a time to pray, and a time to take a risk. 

George hoofed it to work at his current master’s store. About half an hour before sunrise, George reached the market area. Suddenly his master’s angry gait became visible in the twilight. James Gray was headed for George, and he was carrying a thick stick. 

The second Gray was within striking distance, he drew back and smashed the stick across George’s jaw and chided him for being late—though it wasn’t yet light and the stores weren’t open. 

Gray hustled George to the store, and when they arrived, he ordered George upstairs. Gray brought the stick down on George’s back and arms—again and again. Fifteen times. Eighteen. Twenty. 

Gray threw the stick. Said it wasn’t enough; he needed a rawhide. He ordered George to meet him at Roanoke Square, where Gray could get his hands on a cowhide to beat George with. 

But when Gray left, George stayed. He refused to go to Roanoke for the beating. He just didn’t go. Later, when Gray called for help hoisting the meal, George did go, and Gray acted as if nothing had happened. 

But George was planning to get away. He and his wife had been saving money, and now she was expecting a baby. She had told George she would never raise a child as a slave, so the pressure was on him to do something soon. He wrote, “I have thought frequently of running away even when I was a little boy. I have frequently rolled up my sleeve, and asked—‘Can this flesh belong to any man as horses do?’” 

Within a month, George led Rebecca toward a ship bound for Baltimore. They boarded, and for nine hours, they lay—in the ship’s deepest storage compartment—on the stone used to stabilize the ship. George said, “As we lay concealed in the darkness, we could peek through the cracks of the partition into the bar-room of the vessel, where men who would have gladly captured us were drinking.” 

At Baltimore, they slipped off the ship. George had purchased a first-class ticket for the rest of the trip. He posed as a gentleman, and Rebecca pretended to be his servant. As they crossed the gangway, George saw a liquor wholesaler, who had sold to Gray. George pulled his Quaker hat low, and he thought he and his wife had gone unnoticed. They hid in their cabin the rest of the way. 

The next stop was Philadelphia—where slavery was banned. So from then on, George and Rebecca traveled freely as man and wife. 

On October 7, the ship docked in Boston. Here a man could make his own way. Here their baby would be born free. They entered the city with real hope. But George saw another familiar man, and this time it was too late to hide. The man had worked at Gray’s store. 

Thirteen days later, George was arrested. He stood accused of stealing himself. 

Gray demanded the state of Massachusetts return his “property,” and the Fugitive Slave Act, required free states to return runaway slaves. 

But abolitionists, journalists, and preachers—Black and white—visited George and fought for his freedom. Through them, George asked Bostonians to pray for his release. 

Preachers shared George’s request. Abolitionists printed “Prayers for Deliverance” as the Liberator’s headline. 

The people of Boston prayed for George and for the deliverance of all who were enslaved. 

Then James Gray showed up. 

“You just come on back peacefully,” Gray said. 

George turned his back on Gray. George reported it: “He said if I would go back peacefully there would be no more trouble—he would like me out of jail and serve me well. I then turned toward him and said, ‘Mr. Gray when you get me back to Norfolk you may kill me.’” 

Free Black men surrounded the jail. Abolitionists created The Latimer Journal, and urged citizens to take a freedom stand. George and the people prayed. 

And God answered. 

Legislation to protect human beings who had escaped from slavery was making its way through the system. But before it was passed, on November 18, Doctor Caldwell, a Black pastor from a local church, purchased George’s freedom with $400 raised by parishioners. 

Soon Massachusetts did pass the legislation. The news reached all who dared flee to freedom. For forty-five years he went on working as a wallpaper hanger. 

“Is any one of you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise” (James 5:13 NIV). 

For the trouble you’re facing now, what time is it? There’s a time to wait, a time to pray, and a time to take a risk. 

Schneider, Janet, and Bayla Singer, eds. Blueprint for Change: The Life and Times of Lewis H. Latimer. Jamaica, NY: Queens Borough Public Library, 1995. 

Gac, Scott. “Slave or Free? White or Black? The Representation of George Latimer.” Published March, 2015. Trinity College Digital Repository. https://digitalrepository.trincoll.edu/facpub/131/

Story read by Daniel Carpenter 

Story written by Teresa Crumpton, https://authorspark.org/ 

February 20. Jake Peavy. In June 2002, Jake played his first professional baseball game with the San Diego Padres. During his career, he played for the Chicago White Sox, the Boston Red Sox, and the San Francisco Giants. 

When he was seven years old, Jake devoted his life to God. He once said: “[God is] the reason that I believe I’m able to do what I do. There’s no way I can tell you that on my own I can go out and be able to perform in some of these stadiums and some of these atmospheres. But for some reason I believe that I am here, that He has a calling on my life and has allowed me to have the talent.” 

Here’s today’s story. 

Sometimes a curve ball knocks you down; let it teach you how to get back up. 

San Francisco Giants Spring Training 2016 opened with Jake leading the charge. Jake was the team’s three-time All Star, two-time World Champion, and winner of the 2007 Cy Young Award for the best pitcher in the National League. 

As the smell of newly mown grass and the crack of the bat filled the air, Jake got the news that someone—a friend—had used his retirement account to fund a Ponzi scheme. 

He reeled from the broken trust and the loss of the friendship. His 2016 season became an avalanche of depositions, lawyers, and numbers he didn’t fully understand. 

Jake had to take part in conference calls, sometimes hours before taking the mound. He frequently had to leave the team between his scheduled pitching days to give depositions and meet with lawyers, FBI agents, and investigators from the Securities and Exchange Commission. 

All he could do was compartmentalize things, take his turn on the mound, and focus on the Scripture he had written under the bill of his cap: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” 

When the baseball season finally ended, Jake headed home to get away from it all, and find divorce papers. 

Papers that shattered what he treasured most—family life with his four boys. “It rips your soul out,” Jake said. 

Jake looked back and made a choice. “The last year of my life presented challenges I didn’t foresee. It’s something I’ve embraced. It’s been refreshing in a lot of ways … it was time to be more involved where I was gonna spend the rest of my life.” 

Jake left baseball behind with a new focus on his sons, his family, his love of music, and his generosity to others through the Jake Peavy Foundation, helping underprivileged youngsters and veterans. To the world, Jake may be a two-time World Series champion, but to disadvantaged youths, military veterans, and his family, he’s a world-class hero. 

Sitting on a bench with a bunch of kids, he coaches them: “There’s gonna be times when you get hurt and get knocked down, but you got to get back up. There’s gonna be times in life when you’re gonna want to quit. What are we gonna do? We’re gonna keep going.” 

Jake knows whereof he speaks—firsthand experience. 

“We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed” (2 Corinthians 4:8–9 ESV). 

What message will you put under the bill of your cap? Sometimes a curve ball knocks you down; let it teach you how to get back up. 

Elman, Jake. “Jake Peavy Didn’t Win the Cy Young Award With His Talent Alone.” Published August 4, 2020. Sportscasting. https://www.sportscasting.com/jake-peavy-didnt-win-the-cy-young-award-with-his-talent-alone/. 

 “Jake Peavy #44.” Accessed October 6, 2020. MLB. https://www.mlb.com/player/jake-peavy-408241

“Jake Peavy: Biography.” Accessed October 6, 2020. JockBio.com. https://www.jockbio.com/Bios/Peavy/Peavy_bio.html

Friend, Tom. “Country Rock.” Published June 6, 2005. ESPN. https://www.espn.com/‌espnmag/‌story?id=3745264

Miller, Scott. “I Need a Miracle Every Day: Jake Peavy Picks Up Pieces of a Shattered Life.” MLB. Published February 14, 2018. Bleacher Report. https://bleacherreport.com/articles/2756799-i-need-a-miracle-every-day-jake-peavy-picks-up-pieces-of-a-shattered-life

“Peavy, Jake.” Last updated May 9, 2019. Player Profiles http://baseball.playerprofiles.com/sampleplayerprofile.asp? playerid=5502

“Jake Peavy Foundation 2017” Published September 27, 2017. YouTube video. https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=4W_sHo0sOrA&t=41s

Story read by Nathan Walker 

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

February 19. Fred Rogers. Rogers was a puppeteer, writer, producer, and ordained minister. At his ordination, the Presbyterian Church asked him to use television to minister to children and families. On this date in 1968, the premiere episode of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood aired, and it ran on PBS from 1968 to 2001. 

Rogers produced, wrote, and hosted the TV program Mister Rogers Neighborhood. He had a degree in music composition and wrote 200 songs for the show, including the theme song, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” 

Among several Emmy Awards and other awards, in 2002 Rogers was awarded the nation’s highest civilian award: The Presidential Medal of Freedom. Here’s a story about Rogers being neighborly. 

There’s always time for encouragement. 

Rogers was a busy man. As the host of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, he was constantly on the go, running an internationally-acclaimed television show and raising a family of his own. Still, no matter how busy he was, Mr. Rogers always took time out for others. He knew there was always time for encouragement. 

A young college student named Anthony was having a hard time—feeling hopeless, lonely, and angry. Discouragement overwhelmed him. In the middle of all that, he suffered a devastating loss. How could the future get better? 

Upon leaving his dorm room, he walked down the hallway but heard a familiar song and stopped to listen: “Won’t you be my neighbor …” He turned to find an empty room playing Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, and the host was asking what to do when you feel angry. Anthony watched the show without sitting down, and he suddenly started to feel a little bit better. It was the magic of Rogers’s kind words. 

Several days passed, and Anthony got onto the elevator at the college to ride down to the lobby. When the doors opened, a familiar face appeared. It was Mr. Rogers himself, wearing a big coat and scarf and carrying a small case in front of him. 

Rogers nodded at him in greeting, and they rode the elevator together in silence. When the doors opened, Rogers allowed Anthony to go out first. But as they stepped into the lobby, Anthony spoke. “Mr. Rogers … I don’t mean to bother you. But I just wanted to say thanks.” 

Rogers smiled and asked, “Did you grow up as one of my television neighbors?” Anthony said he had, and Rogers opened his arms for a hug. “It’s good to see you again, neighbor.” 

They hugged and walked through the lobby together, engaging in small talk. As they made it to the door, Anthony mentioned that he had watched the show some days before, and that it really helped him through a hard time. He thanked Rogers again. 

But instead of leaving to go about his business, Rogers paused and let the door close. He unraveled his scarf, made a motion toward the window, and sat on the ledge. He turned to Anthony in concern. “Do you want to tell me what was upsetting you?” 

Anthony was shocked. Most people wouldn’t take the time to hear about his life. But Mr. Rogers was different. 

Anthony sat at the window and told Rogers what was bothering him, but this time he went deeper. He shared that his grandfather had died, and how losing one of the few good things left in his life made him feel broken. 

Rogers listened intently and then shared how losing his own grandfather had hurt him too. “You’ll never stop missing the people you love,” he said. He even shared how his grandfather got him a rowboat when he was younger, for his hard work. The rowboat was gone, but he still had the work ethic his grandfather taught him. “Those things never go away.” 

The conversation ended, and Anthony thanked him again and apologized if he made him late for an appointment. Mr. Rogers just smiled, answering, “Sometimes you’re right where you need to be.” 

“Therefore encourage one another and build up one another, just as you also are doing” (1 Thessalonians 5:11 NASB). 

Think of a person you know who may be going through a hard time. Find some time today to say a kind word, send a text, or call. There’s always time for encouragement. 

Burke, Daniel. “Mr. Rogers was a televangelist to toddlers.” Entertainment. Updated November 23, 2019. CNN. https://www.cnn.com/2019/11/23/entertainment/mister-rogers-faith-religion/index.html

Biography.com Editors. “Fred Rogers: Biography.” Last updated September 17, 2020. Biography.com. https://www.biography.com/performer/fred-rogers

Keane, James T. “Review: The faith that made Mr. Rogers a great evangelist.” Published November 25, 2019. America: The Jesuit Review. https://www.americamagazine.org/arts-culture/2019/11/25/review-faith-made-mr-rogers-great-evangelist

Breznican, Anthony. “Remembering Mr. Rogers, A True-Life ‘Helper’ When the World Still Needs One.” Published May 23, 2017. Entertainment Weekly. https://ew.com/tv/2017/05/23/remembering-mr-rogers/

King, Maxwell. The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers. New York, NY: Abrams Press, 2018. 

Story read by Peter R Warren, https://www.peterwarrenministries.com/ 

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’” 

~Fred Rogers 

February 18. John Bunyan. John was a 17th Century Englishman—a preacher and an author. He wrote more than sixty books, mostly about preaching, the Christian life, and the struggles Christians encounter. 

He felt compelled to preach about Jesus Christ at a time when men were not allowed to preach without a license from the government. And John went on preaching. 

It led to repeated imprisonments—one during which he wrote the still-read The Pilgrim’s ProgressThe Pilgrim’s Progress is a Christian allegory which—within the first 10 years after it was published—went through 11 editions and sold as many as 100,000 copies. 

On this date in 1674, John led a church meeting at Gamlingay. And today’s story starts on the way to the church. 

A good reputation is hard to build. Guard it. 

The path to Gamlingay was slippery with slush. And Pastor John Bunyan gripped the reins tightly, spoke to his horse gently. On the road, John saw familiar faces from his church. A husband and wife were already on their horse. But the husband’s sister, young Agnes, didn’t have a ride. 

John paused to chat with the family. 

The man her father had chosen to escort Agnes to the church hadn’t shown up. Though John hated that she was without a ride, there were certainly other family members who could help. John was a minister—a married one at that—and if he rode into town with a single woman hanging onto him, the talk would fly. 

He couldn’t offer to take her. 

But it was getting late, and the bad roads only threatened to slow them down. The brother asked John to let his sister ride behind him. Surely the minister wanted her to be at the service. 

He did. But John knew it wouldn’t look right, and he answered no. 

Agnes urged her brother to ask again. And the young man went back to John, his voice a little firmer. He told John that saying no would break Agnes’s heart. Surely, he couldn’t do that to the poor girl. He couldn’t ride off and leave her behind! 

But John answered with his own firm voice. No. He would not let Agnes ride with him. With him being a married man, it would not look right. 

If the brother wouldn’t listen, then surely, Agnes would. John turned to her and reminded her just how angry her father would be that she was riding with someone she wasn’t supposed to. 

But Agnes wasn’t thinking. She was too excited with being able to ride with the famous preacher. Her brother joined in as they continued to pester him. 

Soon, all the begging, all the urging, all the insistence that she just had to ride with him to church wore him down. He gave in, and Agnes climbed up onto his horse, snug against him. 

Down the path they went, off to the church. 

At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No one stared. No one gossiped. It didn’t really seem like anyone noticed. 

Until they reached the end of the town. 

A local minister, who knew both Agnes and John, suddenly stopped. His eyes widened in disbelief; he stared and watched them ride by. Wasn’t that John Bunyan, a married minister, riding with a single woman to church? 

The big-eyed minister told others that the two were having an affair—a lie that was greedily passed from person to person throughout the entire area. There were looks and smirks and whispers. 

Not many days later, Agnes’s father happened to die, and one of the men who had admired Agnes, but she had rejected, plotted to use that fact to get revenge for being dumped. He spread the rumor that John had provided poison, and Agnes had killed her father. Got the old man out of the way, so she and John could pursue their affair. 

The authorities called for an investigation, and soon the rumors spiraled out of control. How could a simple ride to church turn into such a fiasco? It wasn’t as if John had done anything wrong. He didn’t have an affair with Agnes, and he hadn’t poisoned anyone. This had become ludicrous. 

It caused tremendous stress, and John’s and Agnes’s reputations were trashed. 

They both denied any wrongdoing and tried to clear their names by telling what really had happened. In the end, the authorities discovered Mr. Beaumont died naturally, and poison wasn’t used. 

But the damage was already done. 

To clear both their names and prevent further scandal, Agnes wrote her side of the story and published it. John wrote as well. In a new edition of his book, Grace Abounding, he brought up how rumors had swirled that he had mistresses, and he swiftly denied them. In his life, he made sure to abstain from a typical kiss of greeting and rarely allowed himself to touch a woman’s hand. 

Never again would John let his reputation go unguarded. 

“Keep away from every kind of evil” (1 Thessalonians 5:22 TLB). 

What are some things that may seem innocent but could possibly be used against you? How could you guard your reputation by keeping up a good appearance? A good reputation is hard to build. Guard it. 

“John Bunyan.” Accessed October 5, 2020. Banner of Truth. https://​banneroftruth.org/​us/​about/​banner-authors/​john-bunyan/. 

“John Bunyan: Pilgrim who made progress in prison.” Christian History. Accessed October 5, 2020. Christianity Today. https://​www.christianitytoday.com/​history/​people/​musiciansartistsandwriters/​john-bunyan.html

Story read by Blake Mattocks 

Would You Like to Learn More About This Man? 

The title page from The Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan in 1678. 

February 17. Benjamin Carson. Ben grew up in Detroit (with a brief stint in Boston), and as risk-factors go, young Ben was rich with them. He was Black, in poverty, from a single-parent family, with a mother who couldn’t read and had to work multiple jobs to keep food on the table. But that hard-working woman made a habit of going to the Lord for wisdom. Under her direction, Ben overcame a ton of obstacles, became a world-famous neurosurgeon, and in 2017, became the United States Secretary of Housing and Urban Development. Here’s his story: 

The power to overcome sin begins with calling it what it is: sin. 

Since he was eight, Ben knew he wanted to be a doctor. And by the time he was fourteen, he had real hope for a successful career in medicine. He had pulled himself up from the bottom of the class in fifth grade and was making academic progress. 

But one day, when Ben and his friend Bob were listening to some tunes, Bob made fun of what Ben was listening to and switched the radio station. It bugged Ben, and he switched it back. Not to be outdone, of course, Bob was obligated to switch it again. 

Instead of laughing it off and rough-housing with his friend, Ben flew into a rage. A mind-numbing rage. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his pocket knife, snapped it open, and, with all his strength, thrust it into Bob’s belly. 

Bob’s mouth dropped open. He stared, as if appalled at Ben. He was obviously terrified. 

That look on his friend’s face seemed to bring Ben back to reality, and he looked at the knife. The blade had struck Bob’s thick metal belt buckle and snapped off. There it lay on the floor next to Bob’s shoe. 

Ben gaped. What had just happened? 

Staring at the broken blade on the floor, he decided he must be on the verge of madness. Only crazy people tried to kill their friends! He mumbled a weak apology without daring to look Bob in the eye. And then Ben ran. 

Ben ran all the way home, but he didn’t want his older brother Curtis or his mom to see him. He was glad nobody was home. 

He went straight to the bathroom, locked himself in, and flopped on the tile between the bathtub and the sink—to think. He had to think about what he had done. About what it meant—about him. 

He had gotten angry a few times, and he had known it was getting worse. This wasn’t the first time he had “lost it,” but it was the worst. He had thought he could handle it. He didn’t want to hide from God. But what he did want was answers. What was wrong with him? What was going on in his head? Most of all, how could he get rid of this murderous rage? 

As a boy, Ben had said he believed in Jesus, but now at fourteen he didn’t understand where all this anger was coming from. It was about to ruin his life, destroy his relationships, keep him from his dream of becoming a doctor, and even land him in jail. 

He prayed and pled with God for answers and deliverance from his rage. He rehearsed every angry outburst he had ever had, and tears flowed. A sense of his own sinfulness engulfed him. Deliverance seemed impossible. 

Then he remembered God’s Word. He knew God had something to tell him, so he left the room to get a Bible and found verses in Proverbs, God’s book of wisdom, that spoke directly to him. One verse in particular stood out: 

He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he who rules his spirit than he who takes a city” (Proverbs 16:32 NKJV). 

Ben always strove to be better at everything he did—in fact he made it a personal goal in life to excel at all times. Yet, since God said to be truly better than even “the mighty,” anger must be brought under control. Ben knew the only way to do that was to surrender his anger to God. Believing only God could change him, Ben prayed that God would—and he determined he would never give another human being the power to incite his rage. Finally, he felt peace wash over him. 

Is there some sin controlling you? Are you willing to own it and ask God for help? The power to overcome sin begins with calling it what it is: sin. 

Carson, Ben. Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story. Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 2011. 

Vaira, Douglas. “The good doctor: Dr. Benjamin Carson proves that with determination and confidence, anything is possible.” Association Management. October 1, 2003. The Free Library. https://​www.thefreelibrary.com/​The+good+doctor% 3A+Dr. +Benjamin+Carson+proves+that+with+determination … -a0108970281

Andrews, Jeff. “Ben Carson to leave HUD after 2020 Election.” Affordable Housing. March 5, 2019. Curbed. https://www.curbed.com/2019/3/5/18251531/ben-carson-hud-election-2020

Story read by Daniel Carpenter 

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

February 16. Jonathan Goforth. Goforth was the first missionary from Canada to go to China with his wife. He became the most well-known missionary revivalist in the early twentieth century and changed the way missionary work was accomplished in China. 

In 1900, the Boxer Rebellion broke out. A group called the “Society of Righteous and Harmonious Fists” comprised huge numbers of violent villagers who turned on foreign Christian missionaries and diplomats. They slaughtered 32,000 Chinese Christians and 188 missionaries and their families. Goforth was struck with a sword, but he and Rosalind were able to flee to safety. 

They finally made it back to Canada. Sadly, once there, Goforth found that love of the world had invaded many churches, and few people there cared much about unsaved people in China. 

But when he returned to China, he met daily with other missionaries to pray for the power of the Holy Spirit. He said, “Normal Christianity, as is planned by our Lord, was not supposed to begin in the Spirit and continue in the flesh. In the building of His temple it never was by might nor by power, but always by His Spirit.” On this date in 1910, Goforth led 900 people to seek God in prayer. 

Sometimes, the message transforms the messenger. 

In the late 1880s, Goforth and his missionary party traveled through the Chinese mountains to share the message of Jesus with every Chinese person they came across—many of whom had never heard the name of Jesus. 

But the road ahead of the missionaries was more than 200 miles long and dangerous. Hudson Taylor wrote to Goforth that where he was headed was “one of the most antiforeign provinces in China … Brother, if you would enter that province, you must go forward on your knees.” 

Goforth did need help—a guide and animals to carry their belongings across the mountains. So they stopped off in a rundown village. 

In that village, Goforth hired Mr. Doong—an aging, uneducated farmer—and his yaks to guide the missionary party across the mountains. Doong had been part of a travelling theatrical company, “lived a low life,” and was addicted to opium. But he was happy to take on the work, as he had to feed: “five sons and their wives and children and some of their grandsons’ wives and their children.” 

Every day, Goforth and his party stopped at noon and at evening to preach to anyone they could find. Doong didn’t understand much of what these strange foreigners said, except for one thing: Goforth claimed that Doong’s gods were not gods at all. 

Doong was terrified. He began counting down the days until his goddess struck down the whole party for Goforth’s blasphemy. 

As soon as Doong saw Goforth and his team safely to their destination, he fled their company. 

But a few weeks later, when Doong visited another city, he happened to meet Goforth again, still preaching against the local gods. Nothing had happened to Goforth. Doong started to wonder if Goforth were telling the truth. What if Goforth’s God were the real God? 

After that, Doong took every opportunity to hear what Goforth had to say about Jesus and the Bible. For the first time, Doong felt peace and joy. Fear was gone. Love poured in. 

When Doong got back to his village, he destroyed his family’s idols. His family and neighbors were horrified, and they expected their gods to deliver a painful death to Doong. 

But it never came. Next, Doong prayed for freedom from opium, and Doong’s new God set him free, without the use of medicine. 

Hungry to know more about his new God, Doong went to the mission. Goforth doubted whether he could teach the very old, illiterate farmer how to read, but Doong was so eager to learn that, with God’s help, he read through the entire Chinese New Testament in just a few weeks and understood its meaning. A few months later, Doong had mastered all the characters in the Chinese New Testament. 

Three years later, Doong had profoundly impacted many missionaries and Chinese Christians with his love for Jesus. Although he lacked the education others possessed, “his beautiful spirit, so gentle, and so full of love to all with whom he came in contact” won over everyone he met. Goforth didn’t hesitate to appoint Doong as an evangelist in his organization, the Canadian Presbyterian Mission. For wherever Doong went, many believed in Jesus. 

“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven” (Matthew 5:16 NIV). 

Are you asking God to bring you divine appointments today? Sometimes, the message transforms the messenger. 

Bach, Thomas John. “Jonathan Goforth, Radiant Soul-Winner of North China.” Missionary Biographies. Accessed October 1, 2020. Wholesome Words Home. https://​www.wholesomewords.org/​missions/​bgoforth4. html

Goforth, Rosalind. Goforth of China. London & Edinburgh: Marshall, Morgan and Scott, Ltd., 1937. 

Goforth, Rosalind. Chinese Diamonds for the King of Kings. Toronto: Evangelical Publishers Incorporated, 1920. 

Goforth, Jonathon. By My Spirit.” Scotts Valley, CA: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, June 7, 2015. 

Story read by Nathan Walker 

February 15. Pat Boone. In the 1950s and 60s, Boone was a popular singing star—slash—heart throb, second only to Elvis Presley. On this date in 1970, Boone portrayed evangelist-to-the-gangs David Wilkerson in the movie: The Cross and the Switchblade

At the time this introduction is being written in 2020, Boone is still going strong. He created his own record company: The Gold Label, which features stars “‘of a certain age.’ 

“‘It’s a senior tour for singers,’ Boone says. ‘But there is a qualification: they have to be able to sell records.’” 

Featured stars include Glen Campbell, Jack Jones, Roger Williams, Patti Page, Cleo Laine, Sha Na Na, and Boone himself. So far, they’ve released more than thirty Gold Record albums. 

Boone also has personal projects, such as: “For My Country,” a musical tribute to the National Guard, which builds on his sixty-first hit record: “Under God.” 

Putting his beliefs out there “stirred up debate as well as sales.” Boone said, “It’s not just liberals who can stir things up through recordings.” Today’s story is about a time God did the stirring. 

Destructive living can cripple a guy, but surrendering to Jesus can heal him. 

It was 1968, and Boone was out. The Beatles, Dean Martin, Steve McQueen—they were in. To succeed in his career, Boone had to become the bad boy that Hollywood wanted. Or so he thought. 

This new path fed his growing doubts in the God he had once trusted. “I felt my lifelong faith in the inspiration of the Bible, in miracles, in God-man relationships begin to crack,” he said. 

Boone went to church. He wrote books on parenting that painted a perfect picture of his family life. But the noble path he had once walked soon became a “twisting, bumpy, downhill road.” 

Drinking, smoking, gambling in Las Vegas—he couldn’t give them up. His wife no longer loved him as she once had, and their home had become a battlefield. He didn’t want to be there. And she didn’t want him to be there. 

To ease her own pain and keep an eye on her husband, Boone’s wife Shirley decided to embrace his new lifestyle: drinking and partying with him. They walked “hand in hand into the darkness.” 

And their marriage, already teetering on the edge of destruction, reached a new low. Suspicion crept in; accusations flew. Criticism became their everyday language. 

And then one day, a glimmer of light burst through the dark cloud. It came in the form of Clint Davidson—a man who had once been hailed as “the world’s worst insurance salesman.” 

In a very short time, Clint had miraculously become the very opposite—a man with a shocking secret for success. 

Clint had read the Bible and committed himself to the Lord. And he had read how the Apostle Paul had confronted obstacles greater than his and had overcome them with faith. So he surrendered his work to God, and in a very short period of time he became the chairman of three corporations, and even got his ideas for taxation bills enacted by Congress. 

But that wasn’t the most impressive thing about Clint Davidson: “When he prayed, it was the most intimate, personal conversation with Jesus I had ever heard,” Boone said. 

Clint radiated the love of Jesus to Boone and his family, and he brought much-needed joy to their family. This joy seemed even more profound when Boone discovered that, as a result of an accident, Clint’s wife Flora lived every day with agonizing hip pain. 

Clint mentioned that he believed in God’s power to heal the sick, and he acted on this faith by bringing Flora to a prayer meeting held by Oral Roberts, a man who moved in the healing power of God. 

Flora returned home without any pain, and after mystified doctors confirmed what she knew to be true, the Boones were undone. A great hunger to know Jesus swept in. To know him in the same way Clint and Flora did. 

A few months later, Boone prayed a prayer that changed him forever: “Oh Father, I yield my life to you. Take it Lord and make of it whatever You want. Forgive me of every sin, wash me clean; and Jesus, oh precious Jesus, baptize me in Your Spirit, the Spirit of the living God.” 

From that moment on, in every business decision, every family decision, they sought to put Jesus first. If it didn’t please him, it wasn’t an option. They read the Bible with new eyes, prayed with new passion. And nothing about their lives was ever the same again. 

“The one who loves his life [eventually] loses it [through death], but the one who hates his life in this world [and is concerned with pleasing God] will keep it for life eternal” (John 12:25 AMP). 

Are you ready to totally surrender your life to Jesus? Destructive living can cripple a guy, but surrendering to Jesus can heal him. 

“Boone, Pat.” Updated September 22, 2020. Encyclopedia.com. https://​www.encyclopedia.com/​people/​literature-and-arts/​music-popular-and-jazz-biographies/​pat-boone

Boone, Charles Eugene. A New Song. Lake Mary, FL: Creation House, 1971. 

“About Pat Boone.” Accessed October 1, 2020. Pat Boone. https://​patboone.com/​about-pat/

Story read by Chuck Stecker 

February 14. Frank P. Lytle, Jr. Although he lost his hearing when he was one, “Frank was a follower of Jesus and a leader of men.” So reads a line on Abilene Christian University’s webpage for the Frank & Lois Lytle Family Endowed Scholarship—which Frank’s son created out of deep respect for his parents. 

Frank served as a church deacon and in many deaf ministries. He was “always ‘out in front’ leading in deaf organizations throughout Michigan and Arizona.” Seems Frank has always had the drive to see what needed to be done and to do it. Listen to this. 

Success is for those who refuse to quit. 

Thirteen-year-old Frank squirmed in his seat and glanced—again—toward the door. He and his buddies at Detroit Day School for the Deaf eagerly anticipated the arrival of Henry Ford. 

Finally, in strode the great car manufacturer. He wore a dark suit, sharp tie, and pressed white shirt. 

Impressive. Mr. Ford spoke, and Frank tried to read his lips. Had he understood? The interpreter signed, “If you graduate from this school, come down to the factory, and I’ll give you a job.” 

It was true. Mr. Ford had promised him a job. In 1934, a lot of people said the deaf were unemployable, but God had given him the ability to learn—and to work hard. One day he would take Ford’s offer. 

Four years later, the World Headquarters of Ford Motor Company loomed above seventeen-year-old Frank. On his pants, he wiped sweaty palms. His mother nodded encouragement. They entered the employment office, and Frank’s mother helped him communicate his desire for a job. The company hired Frank—at a good wage—as an apprentice-journeyman in Tool and Die. 

As Frank left, he barely felt the floor beneath his feet. He had a man’s job. 

Frank was happy working in the factory—but he wanted to become a white-collar office worker. Blue-collar workers endured all kinds of shifts—day and night. But on the evening of his old school’s skating party, he was free to attend. Up walked Lois, the prettiest gal ever. Skating with her on his arm, Frank’s dreams gelled. He would find a path to a white-collar job. Then he would marry Lois. A family man needed better pay and hours. 

To go from blue-collar to white-collar work was always a leap—but it was unheard of for a man who was deaf. Still, Frank enrolled in classes to become a draftsman. 

The first day of class, Frank worked at the factory. Then he went to school and took a seat with a clear view of the teacher. But as the teacher wrote on the chalkboard, the man kept facing the wall when he talked. 

Frank couldn’t read his lips. Frank copied everything on the board but didn’t understand all of it. After class, he asked the teacher for an explanation, but the teacher didn’t help. 

Frank’s shoulders sagged, but he refused to quit. For four years he worked his factory shift and then sat in class, copied the board, and wondered what the others heard. Then Frank took the exam to certify as a draftsman. Frank failed. 

Frank’s dream shattered. But his mother marched him back to the drafting class. He enrolled for another year, and this time, the new teacher was more helpful. Once again Frank took the certification exam. He passed—and was promoted to draftsman. 

His first day, Frank strode into Ford World Headquarters in his dark suit, sharp tie, and pressed white shirt. Head high—but pulse sputtering like a poorly tuned engine—he sat at the long table covered in rolls of wide, white paper. 

The boss handed Frank a note. “Heard your story,” it said. “Wonderful story. I will give you two weeks, and we will see if it works out.” 

Frank limbs went limp. After five years of sacrifice, constant struggle, and dogged perseverance, could the dream again be stripped away? 

The two weeks dragged. At the end of them, the boss gave Frank a “thumbs up.” 

The first deaf man to obtain a white-collar job at Ford, Frank designed and built engines for forty-two and a half years. Before he retired, he managed a team of twenty-six. 

“Dad acted with the strength given by God to overcome all the challenges of being a fully deaf boy in a hearing world,” Rick Lytle, Frank’s son, said. 

Frank’s success brought hope to the deaf community. He encouraged his friends to pursue career advancement. And several did. They created a standard of living that—for the deaf of their time—was unprecedented. 

“Like us, [Dad] didn’t know … how God was working behind the scenes,” said Rick. But “Dad acted in simple faith, goodness, and hard work.” God multiplied Frank’s efforts and “blessed many lives.” 

“I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken” (Psalm 16:8 BSB). 

How do you face overwhelming odds? Success is for those who refuse to quit. 

Based on an interview with Rick Lytle, Frank Lytle’s son on November 5, 2019. 

“Frank & Lois Lytle Family Endowed Scholarship.” Accessed October 1, 2020. Abilene Christian University. https://acu.academicworks.com/opportunities/2592.  

Story read by Blake Mattocks