Now This Is The Living Bible
His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with
holes in it, jeans, and no shoes.
This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.
He is brilliant. He is kind of profound and very, very
bright. He became a Christian while attending college.
the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative
church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but
not sure how to go about it.
One day Bill decides to go
there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and his
The service has already started, so Bill starts
the aisle looking for a seat.
The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By
now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says
Bill gets closer and closer to the pulpit. When he realizes
there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.
By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is
About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the
church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill.
Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and is wearing
a three-piece suit. He is
godly man — very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He
with a cane. As he starts walking toward this boy, everyone
saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do.
How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand
some college kid on the floor?
It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.
church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All
eyes are focused on him.
You can't even hear anyone
The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he
has to do.
the deacon finally reaches Bill, the church watches as this elderly man
drops his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers
himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be
Everyone chokes up with emotion.
When the minister
gains control, he says, "What I'm about to preach, you will never
What you have just seen, you will never forget."
"Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a
bag of nails and told him
that every time he lost his temper, he must
hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the
next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails
hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to
hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He
told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull
out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days
passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the
nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said,
"You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The
fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave
a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it
out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is
still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."
Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole and I have hurt a person
and have not been to bring
Changing The World
When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world. I found it was
difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation. When I
found I couldn’t change the nation, I began to focus on my
I couldn’t change the town and as an older man, I tried to
my family. Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is
myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I
could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made
an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I
could indeed have changed the world.
The Bishop’s Gift
Once a church had fallen upon hard times. Only five members were left:
the pastor and four others,
all over 60 years old.
In the mountains near the church there lived a retired Bishop. It
occurred to the pastor to ask the Bishop if he could offer any advice
that might save the church. The pastor and the Bishop spoke at length,
but when asked for advice, the Bishop simply responded by saying,
“I have no advice to give. The only thing I can tell you is
the Messiah is one of you.”
The pastor, returning to the church, told the church members what the
Bishop had said. In the months that followed, the old church members
pondered the words of the Bishop. “The Messiah is one of
us?” they each asked themselves. As they thought about this
possibility, they all began to treat each other with extraordinary
respect on the off chance that that one among them might be the
Messiah. And on the off, off chance that each member himself might be
the Messiah, they also began to treat themselves with extraordinary
As time went by, people visiting the church noticed the aura of respect
and gentle kindness that surrounded the five old members of the small
church. Hardly knowing why, more people began to come back to the
church. They began to bring their friends, and their friends brought
more friends. Within a few years, the small church had once again
become a thriving church, thanks to the Bishop’s gift.