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The Bible is an Action Word

For Jessie, there had to be more to God than what she had seen in her own life, more to the faith she had been living. As a searching college student, she discovered her need for God’s Word — the real challenge was putting it into action.

By Jessie Blackman

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Each college semester usually felt like a new start. But burdened beneath the loneliness of an ended relationship and the grief of losing my uncle to cancer, this one just piled on to what I was already trying to handle.

At nineteen I was learning to take responsibility for my emotional health and — scarier still — my faith, which had just taken a sucker punch to the gut. Though I was reading God’s Word, it felt disconnected from my situation. I felt even less encouraged by the Christian clichés people tried to encourage me with. I found myself considering a simple thought:

There had to be more.

From outside my room, the sweet sound of voices broke through my heavy thoughts. A group of people had gathered in the quad outside my dorm, singing, “You make beautiful things out of dust. You make beautiful things out of us.”1

The words permeated my soul with the message I needed to hear most: I was not too broken to be made beautiful. Half in hunger, half in desperation, I went down to the group of people — laundry duties forgotten.

What I found was a bunch of college kids — Bibles wide open — devouring God’s Word.

The Chicken Man

That hunger for the Bible led me to join the college group, particularly with serving a homeless ministry in downtown Lakeland, Florida.

Despite growing up in church, I believed ministry meant being a pastor or a Sunday school teacher — not doing uncomfortable things like serving the homeless. And though I had seen homelessness, I seldom thought past a that’s so sad type of thought.

By day, downtown Lakeland was a picturesque combo of historical but quaint architecture. It was a place where old friends catch up and little old ladies shop for antiques.

At night, it became a very different place, with homelessness, drugs and sex slavery riddling the streets. I never failed to encounter someone in need.

A cooler full of fried chicken

The first time I saw Dave and his team, I was amazed at the number of people. They were lined up as far as I could see. It was like Matthew 25:35 (NLT) had come to life: “For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. ...”

People were hungry, thirsty, sick, in need of clothes and just out of jail. And there Dave was, living out Jesus’ words before our eyes.

We saw God working, and we joined in. Then we joined again on the next Tuesday. And again on the Tuesday after that.

College students don’t exactly scream consistency, so it took time to show Dave and his team that we were there to stay. We were there to learn. We were there to obey God in his commandment to feed those who hungered and to care about those who were hurting.

If I believed the gospel is true — and I did — then I needed to learn how to read and apply it.

People gather around Dave's truck

God Knew His Name

The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep recognize his voice and come out to him. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. — John 10:3 (NLT)

Night had settled, and with it the cold. With no moon visible, the darkness around us was only broken by the single fluorescent street lamp over us. We stepped out of our vehicle at 11 that night and into one of the roughest parts of Lakeland.

Beside us a small plot of unclaimed land separated a cluster of houses. Wooded and unkempt, the darkness made it difficult to see anything but a large picket fence that divided it from other homes. It was a sort of no-man’s land.

Sleeping bags were lined up in this no man’s land. At our arrival, a man stirred from one of the sleeping bags and slowly made his way to where we all stood. After some small talk, Dave said: “You know Jesus loves you, right?”

Man crouched over

I had heard conversations like this before, and so I ventured back to the truck to grab one of the extra jackets that had been donated. I grabbed the biggest, thickest one I could and gave it to the man. He bowed his head and slipped on the jacket.

“What’s your name, man?” Dave asked.


They shook hands and Dave stopped, looking at the badge on the donated jacket that now belonged to James. “Look! God gave you that jacket — it has your name on it!”

James looked down at the breast pocket of the jacket. The name — his name — that had been neatly, intentionally embroidered on the pocket shone like a beacon of hope.

The Transformation of Action

That season changed my life. Five years has passed, but I look back and can see God transformed me.

That hunger to know God better led me to community grounded in Bible study. That community led me into homeless ministry where I had the privilege of seeing hundreds of men like James feel the touch of God by way of a jacket, a cup of coffee and a meal of fried chicken.

1Beautiful Things ©2009 Capitol CMG Written by Lisa Gungor and Michael Gungor

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