The Power of Influence
I met Mickey* shortly after graduating high school when I began working at a local metal fabrication plant. He wasn’t a Christian but acted more like one than I did…and I was.
Coming off several years of rebellious living, I needed a positive influence. Mickey provided that-and even more so after he became a believer. He didn’t judge me because of my questionable ways but quietly followed most of my ungodly speech or actions with “You ain’t right”…then kindly pointed out the correct manner by his personal example. Mickey lent a helping hand even when it wasn’t a part of his “job description.” Over the years, his encouraging influence directed my life’s course back toward righteous living. Read more...
Coming off several years of rebellious living, I needed a positive influence. Mickey provided that-and even more so after he became a believer. He didn’t judge me because of my questionable ways but quietly followed most of my ungodly speech or actions with “You ain’t right”…then kindly pointed out the correct manner by his personal example. Mickey lent a helping hand even when it wasn’t a part of his “job description.” Over the years, his encouraging influence directed my life’s course back toward righteous living. Read more...
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