Proof of a Text Driven Life
The Text Driven Life
Living by the book is a lifestyle that begins with a conviction about what God says.
Your conviction moves you to make a choice to allow Jesus to rule over every aspect of your life.
Years ago, I worked part-time on the loading docks of various trucking companies. At one company I met a fine Christian man named Rufus Kidd. He had just completed his associate’s degree in transportation and wanted to make it a full-time career. Since the company was beginning to open up to minorities at that time, Rufus, an African-American, interviewed for a position.
Later I asked him how the interview went, and he said they offered him a job in sales, which would pay well and offer unlimited opportunity. I was excited for him, but he said he wasn’t going to take it. Although it was everything he wanted, he would have to give up his ministry with singles at his church. He said he would wait for a job to come along that would allow him to continue to teach his class.
Rufus sacrificed his chance to leave the sweltering docks and gave up a brand-new career to continue teaching.
—Kenneth Mitchell, Jacksonville, Florida
Those choices mean making a commitment to live as He says live.
Your commitment to follow Jesus in all areas of your life is incomplete without living out His commission.
Edward Kimball, a shoe store assistant and a Sunday school teacher in Chicago, spent hours of his free time visiting the young street urchins in Chicago’s inner city, trying to win them for Christ. Through him, a young boy named D. L. Moody got saved in 1858. Moody grew up to be a preacher.
In 1879, Moody won F. B. Meyer to the Lord. Meyer became a preacher and won J. W. Chapman to Christ. Chapman became a preacher and brought the message of Christ to a baseball player named Billy Sunday.
Sunday held a revival in Charlotte, North Carolina, which was so successful that evangelist Mordecai Ham was invited to Charlotte to preach. Under Ham’s preaching, a teenager named Billy Graham gave his life to Jesus.
It all started with winning one child to Jesus.
Our two older children, ages seven and nine, seemed to attract every child in our neighborhood for after-school games of hide-and-seek. Our youngest, Carrie, was not quite three and—in the minds of her older siblings—always in the way. Ten minutes into a game, our little one would get pushed aside or skin a knee.
One afternoon, Carrie came through the front door, again in tears. My wife, Elizabeth, tried to comfort her by giving her two freshly baked cookies. “Now don’t tell the big kids yet,” she cautioned. “I haven’t got enough for everybody yet.”
It took less than three seconds for Carrie to make it to the screen door, fling it wide, and announce to the big kids, “Cookies, I gots cookies!”
Great news should be shared with enthusiasm.
—Russell Brownworth, Thomasville, North Carolina