Excerpts from
The
Positive Power
of Jesus Christ
by Norman Vincent Peale
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Book Description
Peale's strong, clear, and loving witness to his faith in
Jesus. He
also relates true stories about others who have experienced the
positive power of Jesus Christ. Here's a clear, vibrant witness to the
saving, positive power of Jesus in people from practically every walk
of life. This book compellingly reveals the reality of Christ's power
at work today, through a totally commited life.
"
Life-Changing Adventures
in Faith "
" NORMAN VICENT PEALE says ...
" Positive thinking really means a faith attitude, and only faith can
turn the life around. "
All his life, Dr. Peale has been leading men and women to Jesus Christ,
and Christ has been transforming their lives - just as the Bible
promises.
In this book from Norman Vincent Peale, he tells of his boyhood
encounters with Jesus Christ, and of his growth in spiritual life as he
attended seminary and began his world-
renowned ministry.
Every chapter abounds with exciting true stories about people who have
experienced the positive power of Jesus Christ. "
" Peale says, " I have always witnessed to the work of Christ in my own
life, in my long ministry, and in the life experience of many with whom
I have either had a pastoral relationship or have communicated by
books, radio, television, public speeches, or by other methods ...
[I wanted this book] to be a strong, clear, and loving witness to my
faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and an expression of gratitude for all
He has done for me, one of the least of His servants. " "
Contents includes:
Introduction
ONE Some
Early Encounters with the Power
TWO Personal
Experience of the Power
THREE Deeper
into the Power
FOUR
Witnessing to the Power
FIVE Some
Amazing Results of the Power
SIX Faith and
the Power
SEVEN How the
Power Came to Some
EIGHT The Joy
and the Power
NINE
Excitement and the Power
TEN Strength
and the Power
About
This Book
When one has published
twenty-eight
books it would seem that is enough. And actually I had entertained no
definite
thought of writing another book. But then three things happened that
changed my
mind and resulted in this volume.
The first was that Dr. Wendell
Hawley of
Tyndale House Publishers wrote me requesting an interview. I met him at
our editorial
offices at 747 Third Avenue in New York City. He said he hoped I would
write a
distinctly religious book as distinguished from the
religious-motivational books
which I had previously written. He seemed aware of my strong
evangelical convictions
and expressed the thought that a book describing the changed lives
through
faith in Jesus Christ which had occurred through my ministry could,
perhaps, be
helpful to many. Having had the feeling for a long time that I would
eventually
like to write such a book telling of the many persons with whom I had
been
involved as they experienced the saving power of the Lord, Dr. Hawley’s
suggestion seemed an expression of God’s guidance.
He stated that he would like
the title
of the book to be The Positive Power of Jesus Christ. At first
I had
trouble with this title, thinking that it might be criticized as a sort
of
gimmicky play on the title of my book, The Power of Positive
Thinking. And
as one who venerates and respects Jesus so profoundly, any suggestion
of “using”
Him was repugnant to me. However, as I thought and prayed about the
matter I
reminded myself that I had lived too long to be much concerned about
possible
criticism, and furthermore the title seemed to say something very
important;
namely, that the power of Jesus Christ is indeed positive and
life-changing. I
decided, therefore, to go with the title, believing that it showed
great
respect for the beloved Master who effects a positive and powerful
change
within us when we yield to His saving grace.
A second reason for writing
this book,
if I needed a reason, is that I have always witnessed to the work of
Christ in
my own life, in my long ministry, and in the life experience of many
with whom
I have either had a pastoral relationship or have communicated by
books, radio,
television, public speeches, or by other methods. I felt that I would
like very
much for my last book (if it should be that) to be a strong, clear, and
loving
witness to my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and an expression of
gratitude for
all He has done for me, one of the least of His servants.
And, finally, I received a
letter which
I publish here. It is one of many letters which have come to me from
time to
time saying the same thing. I have never met the writer of the letter
which appears
below, but obviously it is a friendly and kindly suggestion which he
makes. It
came at just the opportune time, and not only impressed me by its
sincerity and
wisdom, but it also urged an action which, as I said previously, had
been
germinating in my mind. The letter follows:
Dear
Dr.
Peale,
For
many years I have been receiving your literature. I have found
it to be a very great help and feel that it served its purpose as a
signpost
pointing toward a Christian life. I just wanted you to know that God is
using
your work to reach the lost.
Now
that I have found Christ I can understand the full meaning of your
books and your monthly messages, “Creative Help for Daily Living.” Life
is
truly worth living using these principles.
Dr.
Peale, I have been thinking that possibly you have yet to
write your greatest book. If you would write concerning your
relationship to
Jesus Christ as your Savior and the center of your being, possibly it
would tie
all your works together into one understandable whole.
I
can see that your writings have been aimed at the greatest
possible audience and I thank you for that. Had you pushed Christ
rather than
His principles you would have “turned off” many people. By selling His
principles you have effectively unlocked the doors for others to make
an effective
witness for Christ. However, now, if you can put forth Christ in one
book,
think how it would throw light on all your previous works.
Thank
you again for your part in bringing me to Christ.
In Him,
Jim
McCallion
This book is my humble tribute
to our
Lord Jesus Christ. I wish it were more worthy, for a tribute to Him
should be
of exquisite quality. Yet, with all its manifest and obvious
imperfections,
this book is my simple offering of love to our blessed Lord and Savior
Jesus
Christ, who has done so much for me in life and in whom I trust for
life eternal.
And now I am glad to present
this book
to you through the Foundation for Christian Living. For more than forty
years
this nonprofit organization which Mrs. Peale and I founded has been
distributing books and pamphlets throughout the world to those who ask
for
them. I am constantly amazed at the way the Foundation’s work is
growing, and I
attribute it all to the positive spirit of my fellow workers and the
positive
power of Jesus Christ.
Norman Vincent
Peale
Some
Early Encounters with
the Power
SOMETIMES AN EVENT OCCURS IN A
PERSON’S life with dramatic
suddenness, and as a result that person is never the same again. The
experience
may penetrate so deeply into personality that it leaves a permanent
impression.
And that powerful effect can possibly change the individual for life.
Such an unforgettable and
determinative
experience happened to me when I was a very small boy. It conditioned
my thinking
and living for a lifetime. It happened on a cold February night in a
little
village in the Midwest of the United States. The snow lay deep around
the white
steepled church. Light gleamed through the windows, welcoming the
worshipers
who struggled through the drifts, stamping off snow at the door. The
little
church was filled to the last seat, with many standing.
It was the midwinter revival
series,
with evangelistic preaching every night for a two-week period.
“Protracted
meetings,” I seem to remember they were called. The interest developed
was intense,
especially if the preacher, in this case my father, was well-known
throughout
the area as a powerful speaker motivated by a sincere faith and
dedication to
Jesus Christ. Since in those days there was no radio or television to
compete,
and, indeed, no motion picture theater, the church was the center and
focal
point of interest. A special series of revival meetings, long
anticipated,
attracted not only regular churchgoers but all others as well. Few were
so irreligious
as to ignore the excitement generated as the meetings progressed night
after
night.
I was present each night,
sitting near
the front with my mother and younger brother, Bob, and felt the
excitement and
awareness of God’s presence that developed as the revival series
mounted in
zeal. It was a controlled emotional content, however, for my father was
suspicious of the emotionalism that sometimes prevailed at such
meetings and
often resulted in a falling away of people converted superficially.
What he
wanted was in-depth life change in which not only emotion but the mind
combined
in a commitment bringing spiritual growth and lifelong Christian
discipleship.
There was in the air the excitement of great things happening, and on
one
particular night something great did happen.
There was a man in the
community, Dave
Henderson, who was a very rough, tough character. He would go on
regular drunks.
Nowadays he would be considered an alcoholic. His speech was very
profane and
he could easily be provoked into a fight. And he had a mean streak that
was
revealed in violent outbursts of temper. Rumor had it that he was a
wife-beater, but his sweet and dignified mate never let on that he was
anything
but a perfect husband.
Despite everything, there was
something
about Dave that was likable, and my father, a “he-man” type of
minister, was
rather fond of him. I recall his saying, “There is something pretty
fine in
that man if he would only let the Lord bring it out.” And Dave, in
turn, liked
my father. He would often come to church, sitting in a rear pew, and
afterward
say to Father, “I like to hear you talk, Reverend.” But still he went
on with
his life style which most charitably could be described, to use words
prevalent
in those days, as wicked and evil. He was the bad man of the town.
THE MIRACLE HAPPENS
Then came this unforgettable
night. The meeting opened with
the congregational singing of old revival hymns. Prayer was offered,
the
Scriptures read. Then Father went into his sermon. He was always tender
and loving;
most persuasive. He loved Jesus, and that love communicated itself
impressively
to the congregation. He told how great Jesus is; that the Savior can do
the
most wonderful things in even the worst lives. The sermon was
thoughtful,
intelligent; the message irrefutable in its logical presentation. And
it was
heightened by love. My father loved those people, and one by one he had
loved
them into the Kingdom.
He finished his sermon by
giving the
invitation to all who wanted to be saved and know the Lord, to be
converted and
have their lives changed, to come forward to the altar and receive the
power,
the power of Christ.
There was a moment of silence.
Then I
could almost feel the church shake a bit as a heavy man started down
the aisle.
Seated at the end of the pew, I looked back to see who it was. It was
Dave,
walking with a kind of determined air, quite unconscious of the stir he
was creating.
Tears were streaming down his cheeks. Even though I was a small boy, I
was well
aware that this man was deeply moved.
Reaching the altar, Dave knelt.
Father
knelt with him and, as he later told us, said to him, “Dave, you have
been
struggling against God, and that is no good. God wants you, my dear
friend, and
if you surrender to Him He will give you peace and joy and your life
will be
wonderful forever.”
Dave said quietly, “Reverend, I
want
Jesus. I can’t do anything with my life. I don’t want to be this way
anymore.”
Father put his
hand on the big fellow’s shoulder and said, “Receive Jesus Christ who
forgives
all your sins and makes you now His own.”
I could not hear this
conversation. It
was spoken in very low tones, and I report it here from memory as told
to me by
my father over seventy years ago. Then Dave rose and turned around to
face the
congregation, all of whom knew him for his bad qualities and actions.
He said
only, “Jesus! Thank You, Jesus!” But it was the look on his face that
got me,
and, indeed, everyone else. It was a look that was out of this world in
its
beauty. This man’s countenance was transformed, illuminated. It was
beautiful.
It was so incredibly wonderful that tears welled up in my eyes. The
feeling I had
was one of wonderment, astonishment. How could this be? Surely this
wasn’t
happening to this man! And just what was happening? The
answer is that
the positive power of Jesus Christ was happening. A man was being
changed.
And Dave was changed. Some
people said
it wouldn’t last. But it did last. From that moment this man was
totally
different. He broke instantly with all his bad habits. He became a
good, honorable,
upright man of God. Literally he became a saint, a rugged, loving
saint. And if
I were called upon to name the best men, the most Christlike men I have
ever
known, Dave Henderson would be right up there at the top of the list.
But still, even though I was
only a
small boy, I was confused. How could this be–a man walks into a church
one sort
of man and leaves the church totally different? “What happened,
Father?” I
asked. “What happened to Dave in that one minute of time?”
Father smiled. “It’s wonderful,
Norman;
it’s all very wonderful. The power happened to him. He received the
power–the
positive power of Jesus Christ. He is a new man in Christ.” I can
recall to
this day my father repeating that glorious line from Scripture: “If any
man be
in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold,
all things
are become new.” Then Father added, “The fact that Jesus Christ can do
this to
people made me a preacher.”
And, I might add, it made me a
preacher
also,
THE BLESSING
So the years passed and Dave
kept the faith. He walked
among men as a man of God. He was beloved, even venerated. He was a
blessing to
everyone he met. His big head was finally crowned with snowy white
hair. Love
and kindness were written on his rugged countenance. Then he became ill
and I
received word that the end was near. I immediately went from my home in
New
York back to the little town where he lived to see him once more. He
lay in
bed, his white hair against the pillow. His giant form was now
emaciated. His
big hand, now so thin, was white against the sheet, and the blue veins
showed
clearly. We talked of the old times, particularly of my father.
“Greatest man I
ever knew,” said Dave. “He led me to Christ. And what greater thing can
one man
do for another?”
Then I asked
Dave to pray for me. I knelt by the side of his bed and could feel his
hand
reaching for me. Presently it rested on my head. I cannot now recall
just what
he said and I’ve never before written this story. I only know that this
was a
sacred experience. I felt cleansed and blessed. I felt the Holy
Presence. It
was one of the few deepest and most beautiful spiritual experiences of
life.
I stood to say good-bye and we
both knew
it was the last good-bye until we should meet in Heaven. My mind
flashed back
to that night so long ago, and apparently his did, too, for he said,
“You were
with me the night I was reborn, Norman. I’ve always loved you.”
“And I you, Dave,” I said. “You
will
live in my heart always.”
And so we parted for a while.
THE EVANGELISTIC CHURCH
This experience of the power
enthralled me, and the emotion
has lasted for a lifetime. I realized that only Jesus Christ can change
weak
persons into strong people. Only Jesus Christ can change evil human
nature into
good men and women. I was fascinated with the power, with the
wonder-working
power that produces changed lives, or, as I call it for the purposes of
this
book, the positive power of Jesus Christ. Indeed, it has to be the
greatest
power in the world, because it alone can change a human being, the most
complicated,
even perverse, of all entities. I have seen it gloriously at work in
the lives
of so many, some of whom I want to tell you about in this book.
I count myself fortunate to
have been
young in an era when there was a strong evangelistic motivation in our
country.
The church was dedicated to “soul winning,” as the process was then
called. And
great emphasis was laid upon bringing young boys and girls to Christ.
Preaching
was directed to that end. Sunday schools had what they called “Decision
Days”
and parents were never happier than when their children found the Lord.
It was a beautiful time in
America. It
was a religious country, genuinely so. A few writers like Sinclair
Lewis and
others tried to depict it as hypocritical. Undoubtedly there were some
phonies.
Indeed, I knew a few myself. But they were the exception rather than
the rule.
We were brought up to have ideals and principles, to be clean, decent,
honest.
Of course we were not all that perfect, but one thing is sure: we were
taught
to love God, to love Jesus, to love our country, to love our fellowmen.
And we
had a happy time. It was glorious to be young in America between the
turn of
the century and the twenties. That was before the church started
playing down
personal commitment and before the moral principles that made the
nation strong
and great began to be eroded. That was before prayer and Bible reading
were
taken out of the public schools, and before pornography became a big
industry
to corrupt boys and girls and pour filthy dollars into the pockets of
greedy
men who would debauch a nation to make a fast buck.
But God is never set aside. He
alone
remains. Now, happily, there is a new spiritual movement sweeping the
country
in the form of small spiritual groups everywhere. Once again thousands
of
churches are preaching and teaching the power of Christ to change
lives, to
bring people to peace and joy in themselves and in their families.
It was really wonderful in
those earlier
days how Christian parents knew instinctively, as the result of the
positive
power of Jesus Christ, how to deal with children. And this is a skill
that we
would do well to re-learn. I recall once when we lived in Greenville,
Ohio, and
I was an adolescent that I could not sleep and was tossing restlessly.
My
mother came in, sat on my bed, and asked what the matter was. I was
reluctant
to tell her what was on my mind, but she was the kind of mother to whom
a kid
could talk and I blurted out, “I have bad thoughts.” My mother was
smart enough
to know that this should be handled by my father, so she said she loved
me and
left the room.
BAD THOUGHTS ARE HEALED
Later I was awakened by my
father sitting on my bed. “About
those bad thoughts,” he began directly, “girls?” I nodded shamefacedly.
“They
are natural. We all have had them.”
“You?” I said. “You have had
bad
thoughts?”
“Sure. Every real boy does.”
My father had been a medical
doctor
before becoming a minister. Indeed, I could never quite figure where
the
medical doctor left off and the minister began. He proceeded to give me
a
medical description of the “bad thought” problem, then concluded the
conversation
by quoting an old saying: “‘You cannot prevent birds from flying over
your
head, but you can keep them from building nests in your hair.’ It is
natural
for bad thoughts to come to mind. But if your mind, acting as a judge,
repels
them, you are stronger thereby and should in no sense feel guilty. In
fact, you
have gained a moral victory. And,” he added, “Jesus is there to help you.”
Always my mother and father
made us
realize that Jesus was ever there to help. And other mothers and
fathers were
doing the same. So powerful was this Christ-centered influence that as
I think
back to all the boys and girls I knew in my youth, the great majority,
perhaps
as many as 90 percent of them, turned out to be people of the finest
character.
Some had spent time, perhaps, in the “far country,” but they returned,
as the
old parable of the prodigal son has it, to the father’s house. The
positive
power of Jesus Christ works with kids if they have parents who believe
it, who
have experienced it, and who know how to use it with their children.
One thing is
sure; my parents knew how. A case in point is the day my father drove
me to
college. As he prepared to leave after getting me settled in my room in
the Phi
Gamma Delta fraternity house, he said, “Norman, you have now left home
for the
first time. Perhaps, aside from vacations, you may never live in your
old home
again. Your mother and I have tried to have a Christian home. We
believe it has
had an influence on you. But now you are in a new world, a college
world. I
believe in you, that you will live straight. I hope you won’t get mixed
up with
women or liquor or whatever. But if you get into any kind of trouble I
don’t
want you to lie to me. Level with me and I’ll try my best to get you
out of it
by getting the problem, whatever it is, solved.” He paused; his lip
trembled,
and he sort of punched me in the chest. “Stick to Jesus. He will always
help
you.” Whereupon without another word he walked to his car, rounded the
corner
and, with a wave of his hand, was gone. I stood there, already
homesick, but
never to forget that regular guy, that sturdy Christian father, always
man-to-man
with his son and never forgetting Jesus.
CURE OF INFERIORITY COMPLEX
A reason for writing this book,
The Positive Power of
Jesus Christ, is that while growing up, my brothers, Robert and
Leonard,
and I were always exposed to its operation. We saw it work in the life
experience of countless people who were affected by the Christian
ministry of
our father and mother. And in the crisis times in our own lives it was
invoked
by our parents, who truly believed, and logically so, that faith in
Jesus
Christ could bring a right outcome out of any situation.
Some time after the bad thought
episode
my father applied the positive power of Jesus Christ to another of my
problems,
perhaps the most difficult problem I ever faced as a youth: namely, my
horrible
inferiority complex. I was shy, reticent, shrinking, filled with
self-doubt. In
fact, I lived like a scared rabbit. I was bashful. This word,
not used
much in later years, was a very descriptive word, meaning, as it does,
abashed.
I constantly told myself that I had no brains, no ability; that I
didn’t amount
to anything and never would. I lived in a miserable world of
self-depreciation.
I then became aware that people were agreeing with me, for it is a fact
that
others will unconsciously take you at your own self-appraisal. At any
rate, I
was a pretty wretched victim of the inferiority complex.
One summer Sunday afternoon my
father
said he wanted to call on a family of his church who lived a couple of
miles
out of town in the country at Greenville, Ohio, and he asked me to
accompany
him. We went on foot, our little fox terrier, Tip, running along with
us. It
was a rich countryside we traveled–Darke County, Ohio–and we passed
prosperous-looking
farms and waved to the people, as of course we knew them all. I recall
that one
family persuaded us to stop for a drink of cold lemonade, it being a
warm day,
and then the farmer’s wife served us a heaping dish of homemade vanilla
ice
cream with cookies. I have eaten ice cream all around the world, but
this
homemade dish remains in memory over all these years as the most
delectable–unforgettable.
We reached the family my father
wanted
to visit. There was some kind of trouble to which he brought his caring
spirit
and practical skills. Then we started home and he got me to talking
about
myself. I unloaded my problem about my inferiority feelings, which had
been
discussed with him on previous occasions.
My father’s medical experience
as a
doctor and his genius as a pastor made him an acute and competent curer
of
souls. His perception that abnormal guilt from the bad thoughts or
wrong thinking
about personality traits could be harmful made him adept in dealing
with my
inferiority feelings. Indeed, it was this religio-medical
characteristic of my
father that was influential in my own founding, years later, with the
famous
psychiatrist Dr. Smiley Blanton, of the American Foundation of Religion
and Psychiatry,
now called the Institutes of Religion and Health.
Finally we came to a place
where several
trees had been cut down, and we sat on convenient stumps. Father
described the
mechanism of inferiority and self-doubt feelings in a manner that would
do
credit to a modern psychiatrist. He stated that scientific treatment
could
probably cure me, but that such treatment was not available in our
little
village, and besides, it was quite expensive.
“But,” he continued, “there is
a Doctor
right here who can cure any disease of the mental and emotional life
He has a rare and amazing power to correct our unhealthy thought
patterns. And
He can heal the sensitive self-centeredness that lies at the root of
inferiority-inadequacy
feelings.” Long afterward when I told Dr. Blanton about this treatment
he said
admiringly, “Your father was a genius in his insights.”
Finally Father said, “Norman,
are you
willing to let this great Doctor, Jesus Christ, treat you for that
inferiority
complex? If you will let Jesus take charge of your mind, indeed your
whole life,
you can be freed of this misery which, if it continues, can destroy
your effectiveness.”
I was profoundly impressed and said I would give my life into the hands
of Jesus.
Father told me to kneel down by the stump and he, too, knelt. I
remember that
Tip came up and licked my ear, then sat beside me. Father then
committed me to
Christ in a moving prayer. He then asked me to tell Jesus that I was
giving
myself into His hands and letting go, by an act of affirmation, all my
inferiority feelings. As we walked home in the gathering twilight I
felt a
strange sense of peace and happiness, as though I was really on top of
my
problems. While I had another bout with this trouble during college
days later
on, the same remedy was again applied, with the result that this
self-defeating
thought pattern was healed through the positive power of Jesus Christ.
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NOT ALWAYS INSTANT CHANGE
Not everyone, of course, is
instantly changed or healed.
Sometimes the change or healing is long coming. God answers prayer
perhaps in
three ways: “Yes,” “No,” or “Wait awhile.” That was true of my struggle
with
self-doubt. One day in college a professor took me to task in a rather
forthright
manner, asserting that I “disgusted” him, for, so said he, “you know
this
material but you are so self-conscious that you are unable to express
yourself.
Why don’t you get over this inferiority and be a man?”
This angered me and I left his
office
vowing to come back and beat him up and resign from the college. This,
however,
I did not carry out; he stood well over six feet and outweighed me by
forty
pounds. And I knew he was right. Standing on the steps of the main
college
building, I determined to get over this trouble then and there for
good. My
mind returned to the prayer by the stump, and once again I took my
problem up
with Jesus Christ, humbly asking Him please to give me His power over
my
self-defeat. He did, and at that moment power came into my life.
These early personal encounters
with the
positive power of Jesus Christ led me to the conclusion that if the
power could
work successfully in my life, perhaps I could convince others that it
might
work similarly for them.
Early on in my ministry I had a
curious
experience which caused me to believe that, perhaps through my personal
witness
to Christ’s healing power, I might be able to draw many to Him. I had
just
completed my first year in the seminary, studying to be a minister, and
had
returned home to Findlay, Ohio, for the summer. At that time my father
was
superintendent over some seventy-five churches in the area, and one of
them, a
country church, was without a minister for the following Sunday, the
pastor
being ill. Would I be the preacher in his stead?
Along about Saturday I was
sitting on
the porch with Mother and Father and asked if they would listen to me
read the
sermon I intended to give the next day. It was a very complex
theological discourse, full of big words and impressive phrases. “You
know,”
said Mother, “you are going to speak to farmers, the finest people on
earth,
but most of them not too well educated.” Father was more direct. “I
suggest,”
he said, “that you burn up that manuscript. Just go there tomorrow and
talk
simply to those good people. Love them and tell them what you know
about Jesus.
Tell them how He has helped you personally.”
Somewhat deflated, I went next
day to
the church, which stood at the corner of two white, dusty roads. All
around
were cornfields, the corn being “knee high by the fourth of July,” as
the old
saying goes. I felt inadequately prepared. The church was full, the
people all
in their Sunday best. I rose to speak and began telling of the various
times in
my life when Jesus had helped me. I told all about the inferiority
problem and
talked simply and out of my heart about the power of Christ in one’s
life. I
noticed that a deep stillness fell upon the crowded church, so still I
could
hear the buzzing of a bee that had flown in the window in the summer
air.
The sermon was quite short, and
following it I was invited by a nice farmer’s wife to their home for
Sunday
dinner. I sat with the men on the verandah while the womenfolk prepared
dinner.
The tantalizing aroma of frying chicken wafted to our nostrils as we
talked.
The farmer, a huge man, sat down in a rocking chair beside me. “You
know, son,”
he said, “you’ve got a powerful lot to learn about preaching.”
“Yes, sir, I know that for a
fact.”
“But you’re right about one
thing. I’ve
had that same inferiority trouble you had. I didn’t believe in myself.
But I
found Jesus and believed in Him, and He made me believe I could do
things. I’ve
loved Jesus ever since. So just stick to Jesus and tell people about
His power.”
Years later I
wrote a book and called it The Power of Positive Thinking. It
came out
of my own struggles to find myself. And then I remembered that fine old
Midwest
farmer whom Jesus also helped to find himself. Now here I am writing a
book
which also goes back to my early encounters with the power, the amazing
grace
of Jesus. And I call the book The Positive Power of Jesus Christ because
the power of our Savior to change lives is a positive, marvelous fact;
indeed,
the greatest fact of all.
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