It is said that Cyrus, the founder of the Persian Empire, once had captured a prince
and his family. When they came before him, the monarch asked the prisoner, "What will
you give me if I release you?" "The half of my wealth," was his reply.
"And if I release your children?" "Everything I possess." "And if
I release your wife?" "Your Majesty, I will give myself." Cyrus was so
moved by his devotion that he freed them all. As they returned home, the prince said to
his wife, "Wasn't Cyrus a handsome man!" With a look of deep love for her
husband, she said to him, "I didn't notice. I could only keep my eyes on you- -the
one who was willing to give himself for me."
At lunch one day in a hotel with her son Reggie and his new wife, Gloria, Alice
Vanderbilt asked whether Gloria had received her pearls. Reggie replied that he had not
yet bought any because the only pearls worthy of his bride were beyond his price. His
mother then calmly ordered that a pair of scissors be brought to her. When the scissors
arrived, Mrs. Vanderbilt promptly cut off about one-third of her own $70,000 pearl
necklace and handed them to her new daughter-in-law. "There you are, Gloria,"
she said. "All Vanderbilt women have pearls."
Today in the Word, September 18, 1993.
During his reign, King Frederick William III of Prussia found himself in trouble. Wars
had been costly, and in trying to build the nation, he was seriously short of finances. He
couldn't disappoint his people, and to capitulate to the enemy was unthinkable. After
careful reflection, he decided to ask the women of Prussia to bring their jewelry of gold
and silver to be melted down for their country. For each ornament received, he determined
to exchange a decoration of bronze or iron as a symbol of his gratitude. Each decoration
would be inscribed, "I gave gold for iron, 18l3." The response was overwhelming.
Even more important, these women prized their gifts from the king more highly than their
former jewelry. The reason, of course, is clear. The decorations were proof that they had
sacrificed for their king. Indeed, it became unfashionable to wear jewelry, and thus was
established the Order of the Iron Cross. Members wore no ornaments except a cross of iron
for all to see. When Christians come to their King, they too exchange the flourishes of
their former life for a cross.
It is said that on his retreat from Greece after his great military expedition there,
King Xerxes boarded a Phoenician ship along with a number of his Persian troops. But a
fearful storm came up, and the captain told Xerxes there was no hope unless the ship's
load was substantially lightened. The king turned to his fellow Persians on deck and said,
"It is on you that my safety depends. Now let some of you show your regard for your
king." A number of the men bowed to Xerxes and threw themselves overboard! Lightened
of its load, the ship made it safely to harbor. Xerxes immediately ordered that a golden
crown be given to the pilot for preserving the king's life -- then ordered the man
beheaded for causing the loss of so many Persian lives!
Today in the Word, July 11, 1993.
Fifty-six men signed the Declaration of Independence. Their conviction resulted in
untold sufferings for themselves and their families. Of the 56 men, five were captured by
the British and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.
Two lost their sons in the Revolutionary Army. Another had two sons captured. Nine of the
fifty-six fought and died from wounds or hardships of the war. Carter Braxton of Virginia,
a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships sunk by the British navy. He sold his home and
properties to pay his debts and died in poverty.
At the battle of Yorktown, the British General Cornwallis had taken over Thomas
Nelson's home for his headquarters. Nelson quietly ordered General George Washington to
open fire on the Nelson home. The home was destroyed and Nelson died bankrupt. John Hart
was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their thirteen children fled for
their lives. His fields and mill were destroyed. For over a year, he lived in forest and
caves, returning home only to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks
later, he died from exhaustion.
Kenneth L. Dodge, Resource, Sept./ Oct., 1992,
Sitting majestically atop the highest hill in Toledo, Spain, is the Alcazar, a
16th-century fortress. In the civil war of the 1930s, the Alcazar became a battleground
when the Loyalists tried to oust the Nationalists, who held the fortress. During one
dramatic episode of the war, the Nationalist leader received a phone call while in his
office at the Alcazar. It was from his son, who had been captured by the Loyalists. The
ultimatum: If the father didn't surrender the Alcazar to them, they would kill his son.
The father weighed his options. After a long pause and with a heavy heart, he said to his
son, "Then die like a man."
Daily Walk, April 16, 1992.
I went into church and sat on the velvet pew. I watched as the sun came shining through
the stained glass windows. The minister dressed in a velvet robe opened the golden gilded
Bible, marked it with a silk bookmark and said, "If any man will be my disciple, said
Jesus, let him deny himself, take up his cross, sell what he has, give it to the poor, and
Soren Kierkagaard, in "And I looked Around and Nobody was Laughing."
Boarding the SS Dorchester on a dreary winter day in 1943 were 903 troops and four
chaplains, including Moody alumnus Lt. George Fox. World War II was in full swing, and the
ship was headed across the icy North Atlantic where German U-boats lurked. At 12:00 on the
morning of February 3, a German torpedo ripped into the ship. "She's going
down!" the men cried, scrambling for lifeboats.
A young GI crept up to one of the chaplains. "I've lost my life jacket," he
said. "Take this," the chaplain said, handing the soldier his jacket. Before the
ship sank, each chaplain gave his life jacket to another man. The heroic chaplains then
linked arms and lifted their voices in prayer as the Dorchester went down. Lt. Fox and his
fellow pastors were awarded posthumously the Distinguished Service Cross.
Today in the Word, April 1, 1992.
Ministry that costs nothing, accomplishes nothing.
John Henry Jowett.
Sometimes marriage to a great leader comes with a special price for his wife. Such was
the case for Mary Moffatt Livingstone, wife of Dr. David Livingstone, perhaps the most
celebrated missionary in the Western world. Mary was born in Africa as the daughter of
Robert Moffatt, the missionary who inspired Livingstone to go to Africa. The Livingstones
were married in Africa in 1845, but the years that followed were difficult for Mary.
Finally, she and their six children returned to England so she could recuperate as
Livingstone plunged deeper into the African interior. Unfortunately, even in England Mary
lived in near poverty. The hardships and long separations took their toll on Mrs.
Livingstone, who died when she was just forty-two.
Today in the Word, MBI, January, 1990, p. 12.
Every year in Alaska, a 1000-mile dogsled race, run for prize money and prestige,
commemorates an original "race" run to save lives. Back in January of 1926,
six-year-old Richard Stanley showed symptoms of diphtheria, signaling the possibility of
an outbreak in the small town of Nome. When the boy passed away a day later, Dr. Curtis
Welch began immunizing children and adults with an experimental but effective
anti-diphtheria serum. But it wasn't long before Dr. Welch's supply ran out, and the
nearest serum was in Nenana, Alaska--1000 miles of frozen wilderness away. Amazingly, a
group of trappers and prospectors volunteered to cover the distance with their dog teams!
Operating in relays from trading post to trapping station and beyond, one sled started out
from Nome while another, carrying the serum, started from Nenana. Oblivious to frostbite,
fatigue, and exhaustion, the teamsters mushed relentlessly until, after 144 hours in minus
50-degree winds, the serum was delivered to Nome. As a result, only one other life was
lost to the potential epidemic. Their sacrifice had given an entire town the gift of life.
Two weeks after the stolen steak deal, I took Helen (eight years old) and Brandon (five
years old) to the Cloverleaf Mall in Hattiesburg to do a little shopping. As we drove up,
we spotted a Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler parked with a big sign on it that said,
"Petting Zoo." The kids jumped up in a rush and asked, "Daddy, Daddy. Can
we go? Please. Please. Can we go?"
"Sure," I said, flipping them both a quarter before walking into Sears. They
bolted away, and I felt free to take my time looking for a scroll saw. A petting zoo
consists of a portable fence erected in the mall with about six inches of sawdust and a
hundred little furry baby animals of all kinds. Kids pay their money and stay in the
enclosure enraptured with the squirmy little critters while their moms and dads shop.
A few minutes later, I turned around and saw Helen walking along behind me. I was
shocked to see she preferred the hardware department to the petting zoo. Recognizing my
error, I bent down and asked her what was wrong.
She looked up at me with those giant limpid brown eyes and said sadly, "Well,
Daddy, it cost fifty cents. So, I gave Brandon my quarter." Then she said the most
beautiful thing I ever heard. She repeated the family motto. The family motto is in
"Love is Action!"
She had given Brandon her quarter, and no one loves cuddly furry creatures more than
Helen. She had watched Sandy take my steak and say, "Love is Action!" She had
watched both of us do and say "Love is Action!" for years around the house and
Kings Arrow Ranch. She had heard and seen "Love is Action," and now she had
incorporated it into her little lifestyle. It had become part of her.
What do you think I did? Well, not what you might think. As soon as I finished my
errands, I took Helen to the petting zoo. We stood by the fence and watched Brandon go
crazy petting and feeding the animals. Helen stood with her hands and chin resting on the
fence and just watched Brandon. I had fifty cents burning a hole in my pocket; I never
offered it to Helen, and she never asked for it.
Because she knew the whole family motto. It's not "Love is Action." It's
"Love is SACRIFICIAL Action!" Love always pays a price. Love always costs
something. Love is expensive. When you love, benefits accrue to another's account. Love is
for you, not for me. Love gives; it doesn't grab. Helen gave her quarter to Brandon and
wanted to follow through with her lesson. She knew she had to taste the sacrifice. She
wanted to experience that total family motto. Love is sacrificial action.
Dave Simmons, Dad, The Family Coach, Victor Books, 1991,
Jermaine Washington, 26, did something that amazes many people. He became a kidney
donor, giving a vital organ to a woman he describes as "just a friend."
Washington met Michelle Stevens, 23, when they began working together at the Washington,
D.C., Department of Employment Services. They used to have lunch with one another and
chitchat during breaks. "He was somebody I could talk to," says Stevens.
"One day, I cried on his shoulder. I had been on the kidney donor waiting list for 11
months, and I had lost all hope."
She told Washington how depressing it was to spend three days a week, three hours a
day, on a kidney dialysis machine. She suffered chronic fatigue and blackouts and was
plagued by joint pain. He could already see that she had lost her smile. "I saw my
friend dying before my eyes," Washington recalls. "What was I supposed to do?
Sit back and watch her die?"
Steven's mother, suffering from hypertension, was ineligible to donate a kidney. Her
two brothers were reluctant. "I understood," says Stevens. "They said they
loved me very much, but they were just too afraid."
The operation at Washington Hospital Center in April 1991 began with a painful
procedure in which doctors inserted a catheter into an artery in Washington's groin. They
then injected dye through the catheter into his kidney before taking X rays to determine
if it was fit for transplant. A week later, an incision nearly 15 inches long was made
from his navel to the middle of his back. After surgery he remained hospitalized for five
Today, both Stevens and Washington are fully recovered. "I jog at least twice a
week," Washington says. Three times a month, they get together for what they call a
"gratitude lunch." Despite occasional pressure by friends, a romantic
relationship is not what they want. "We are thankful for the beautiful friendship
that we have," Stevens says. "We don't want to mess up a good thing."
To this day, people wonder why Washington did it -- and even question his sanity. But
when one admirer asked him where he had found the courage to give away a kidney, his
answer quelled the skeptics. "I prayed for it," Washington replied. "I
asked God for guidance and that's what I got."
Courtland Milloy in Washington Post, quoted in Reader's Digest.
Eric Fellman speaks of meeting a Chinese couple in Hong Kong, while traveling to
China. "A friend took me down a narrow alley to a second-floor flat to meet a man
recently released from prison in China. I knew I would be pressed to carry Bibles and
literature on my trip. But I was hesitant and tried to mask my fear with rationalizations
about legalities and other concerns.
A Chinese man in his 6Os opened the door. His smile was radiant, but his back was bent
almost double. He led us to a sparsely furnished room. A Chinese woman of about the same
age came in to serve tea. As she lingered, I couldn't help but notice how they touched and
lovingly looked at each other. My staring apparently didn't go unnoticed, for soon they
were both giggling. "What is it?" I asked my friend. "Oh nothing," he
said with a smile. "They just wanted you to know it was OK--they're newlyweds."
I learned they had been engaged in 1949, when he was a student at Nanking Seminary. On the
day of their wedding rehearsal, Chinese communists seized the seminary. They took the
students to a hard-labor prison. For the next 30 years, the bride-to-be was allowed only
one visit per year. Each time, following their brief minutes together, the man would be
called to the warden's office. "You may go home with your bride," he said,
"if you will renounce Christianity." Year after year, this man replied with just
one word; "No." I was stunned. How had he been able to stand the strain for so
long, being denied his family, his marriage, and even his health? When I asked, he seemed
astonished at my question. He replied, "With all that Jesus has done for me, how
could I betray Him?" The next day, I requested that my suitcase be crammed with
Bibles and training literature for Chinese Christians. I determined not to lie about the
materials, yet lost not one minute of sleep worrying about the consequences. And as God
had planned, my suitcases were never inspected.
Eric Fellman, Moody Monthly, January 1986 p. 33.
People talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending so much of my life in Africa. Can
that be called a sacrifice which is simply acknowledging a great debt we owe to our God,
which we can never repay? Is that a sacrifice which brings its own reward in healthful
activity, the consciousness of doing good, peace of mind, and a bright hope of a glorious
destiny? It is emphatically no sacrifice. Rather it is a privilege. Anxiety, sickness,
suffering, danger, foregoing the common conveniences of this life--these may make us
pause, and cause the spirit to waver, and the soul to sink; but let this only be for a
moment. All these are nothing compared with the glory which shall later be revealed in and
through us. I never made a sacrifice. Of this we ought not to talk, when we remember the
great sacrifice which He made who left His Father's throne on high to give Himself for us.