Sam E. Stone: Anecdotes from Articles

February 18, 2021

Christian Standard

We continue to celebrate the life of Sam E. Stone this week by highlighting humorous and poignant snippets from articles he wrote primarily in the years before he became Christian Standardโ€™s editor in 1978.

The โ€œThrowback Thursdayโ€ features throughout February are dedicated to Sam, who died Jan. 25 at age 84.

As youโ€™ll seeโ€”and as friends, family, and longtime readers surely rememberโ€”Sam had a deft ability to weave anecdotes, stories, and quick asides into his articles (and sermons) to entertain the reader (and listener) while making larger points grounded in Scripture. Here are some examples . . .

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โ€œWhat Makes a Good Church Leader?โ€ (May 25, 1968)

. . . We need men of faith. Robert Morrison was such a man. He set sail to do missionary work in China amid considerable ridicule. Someone asked him if he thought that heโ€”just one manโ€”could make much of an impression on a great nation like China, so long embedded in another religion. He replied, โ€œI can do very little, if anything. However, I expect that God will.โ€ And God did. And He will with your life if you commit it unreservedly to Him in faith.

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โ€œEsther Saves Her Peopleโ€ (a Bible School Lesson from Sept. 7, 1968)

Often it appears easier for a person to remain silent in cases of dissent, discord, discussion, and disturbance. We think of the old slogan, โ€œSilence is golden.โ€ Someone has observed, however, โ€œSilence isnโ€™t always golden; sometimes itโ€™s just plain yellow!โ€

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โ€œConvention Charactersโ€ (April 24, 1965, p. 7)

I like conventionsโ€”you meet so many interesting people there. . . . The mover caught my eye first. Naturally. . . . He would breeze into the auditorium and just as quickly (and noticeably) make his exit. . . . The shaker was the next convention guest to catch my eye. . . . He was always coming up to someone and extending his hand in greeting. As soon as the name on your convention badge came into the view of his well-trained eye he was ready to call you by your first name. A friend decided to have a little fun with him. He wrote โ€œPope Paulโ€ on his badge, walked over and received a jubilant greetingโ€”at first. . . .

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โ€œSinless Christiansโ€ (May 15, 1977; p. 4)

โ€œDo you ever sin? If you do, then youโ€™re not a real Christian.โ€ Some in the religious world today hold this position.

They say that those who are truly born again live in a state completely above sin. If you slip and do wrong, according to these people, it simply proves that youโ€™re not a true Christian.

Most of us have a different experience, however. Weโ€™re like the little boy who was asked, โ€œIf everyone were made either a white sheep or a black sheep depending on whether he was good or bad, which color would you be?โ€

He thought a moment and then said, โ€œI guess Iโ€™d be kind of spotted.โ€ . . .

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โ€œHelp Someone Growโ€ (June 5, 1977; p. 5)

There are various roles. Wherever you are, whatever ability you have, whatever the circumstances, there is something you can do for God. Several years ago I baptized a little grandmotherโ€”a lady in her eighties. She was as faithful as could be. Sheโ€™s worked with a ladies service group making clothing for the needy; she would share her social security check with the Lord; she would seldom miss a service.

Then her health began to fail. She was admitted to a nursing home. And when I would visit her there, she told me how she passed her copies of The Lookout and other Christian literature around to the other residents and the nurses.

Her eyes never lost their twinkle. She smiled at me one day and said, โ€œPerhaps here is my place of service.โ€ And it was. She lived there until her death. And she made it a place of service. You can do that too.

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โ€œThe Kind of Father I Want to Beโ€ (June 19, 1977โ€”Fatherโ€™s Day ; p. 11)

One father was upset with his son and scolded, โ€œEvery time youโ€™re bad, I get a gray hair.โ€

โ€œBoy!โ€ his son replied, โ€œYou must have been a terror! Look at Grandpa!โ€ I must not forget my own shortcomings. . . .

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โ€œLights for a Dark Worldโ€ (July 3, 1977; p. 11)

I preached at one church for nine yearsโ€”and preached perhaps nine hundred sermons there. If I were to return and ask the people to name or outline some of my messages, I doubt that few members could even list ten. But every person there would be able to tell how I lived, the spirit I showed, and the impression my life made.

As Charles Allen put it, โ€˜โ€˜The minister brings the greatest light by the life that he lives rather than the words he speaks.โ€ So it is with every Christian.

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โ€œHigher Groundโ€ (July 17, 1977; p. 5)

A teacher in our high school had a greater influence on me than she probably ever knew. I never had a class under her. I didnโ€™t know her well. I had always thought of her as a little eccentricโ€”wrapped up in her Latin and history classes.

During my senior year, some of us put on an assembly that was just a lot of clowning around. I wrote one of the skits. I thought it was really funny. The kids ate it up.

But later word got to me that this teacher, Miss McGowan, had been a little upset about it. She reportedly thought some of the lines were in poor taste.

I decided that Iโ€™d just go talk to her about it. I wasnโ€™t afraid of her! And, after all, what was so bad about the skit?

Iโ€™ll never forget that afternoon I went to her room at the end of the school day. . . .

โ€œMiss McGowan,โ€ I began, โ€œI heard you didnโ€™t like my skit in the assembly. I wanted to know what was wrong with it.โ€

She was very calm. She had been bothered by it, she explained. But she didnโ€™t start bawling me out.

โ€œBut there wasnโ€™t anything really bad or wrong in it,โ€ I defended.

She stood quietly and said, โ€œNo, Sam, that may be true. But there is so much to see in life thatโ€™s good, Why focus on anything but the good? Thereโ€™s a poem,โ€ she mused. โ€œIt goes: โ€˜Two men stood behind prison barsโ€”One saw mud, the other stars.โ€™โ€

That was about all there was to our conversation. But Iโ€™ve never forgotten it. It made me see the crucial importance of oneโ€™s outlookโ€”or perhaps I should say his upยญlook.

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โ€œSpiritual Growth for the Church Leaderโ€ (Dec. 11, 1977; p. 4)

The alarming thing about many Christian leaders today is that they seem oblivious to the implications of the message they teach. They can shout about holy living; they can write about the need for devotion; they can preach about Christian behaviorโ€”but seemingly they fail to realize that the message must first be obeyed in their own lives.

They remind one of the Boston preacher who saw some urchins clustered about a dog of doubtful pedigree. โ€œWell, what are you fellows up to?โ€

โ€œSwapping lies,โ€ said one. โ€œThe fellow that tells the biggest one gets the pup.โ€

โ€œBoys! Iโ€™m shocked! When I was your age I never thought of telling an untruth!โ€ the preacher replied.

The kids chorused, โ€œYou win, the dogโ€™s yours!โ€

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โ€œWhen Itโ€™s Hard to Give Thanksโ€ (November 28, 2013)

Two men were walking through a field when they spotted an enraged bull. Instantly they started running for the nearest fence. The bull was in hot pursuit. Terrified, one shouted to the other, โ€œPray, John. Weโ€™re in for it!โ€

โ€œI canโ€™t,โ€ his friend yelled back. โ€œIโ€™ve never prayed in public in all my life!โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve got to!โ€ his friend implored. โ€œThe bullโ€™s gaining on us!โ€

โ€œOK,โ€ panted John. โ€œIโ€™ll pray the only prayer I knowโ€”the one my mom taught me at the table: โ€˜O Lord, for what we are about to receive, make us truly thankful.โ€™โ€

Sometimes it is hard to give thanks.

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When assessing Samโ€™s life, his writings, and his ministry, it isnโ€™t hard to give thanks at all. And so we will end this remembrance by simply saying, โ€œThanks, Sam.โ€

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