In His Steps

In His Steps

by Charles M. Sheldon


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This classic that has been inspiring and challenging readers to a spiritual adventure for over a century now gets an updated look for a new generation.

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ISBN-13: 9781604508048
Publisher: Serenity Publishers
Publication date: 07/21/2010
Pages: 176
Product dimensions: 6.14(w) x 9.21(h) x 0.38(d)

About the Author

Charles M. Sheldon was a pastor in 1896 when he chose to preach one Sunday night on the question "What would Jesus do?" A sermon became a series, that became an article, that became a book, that became a movement. And the book has sold over 30 million copies.

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"To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps." — 1 Peter 2:21 (NIV)

It was Friday morning and the Rev. Henry Maxwell was trying to finish his Sunday morning sermon. He had been interrupted several times and was growing nervous as the morning wore away, and the sermon grew very slowly toward a satisfactory finish.

"Mary," he called to his wife, as he went upstairs after the last interruption, "if anyone comes after this, I wish you would say I am very busy and cannot come down unless it is something very important."

"Yes, Henry. But I am going over to visit the kindergarten and you will have the house all to yourself."

The minister went into his study and shut the door. In a few minutes he heard his wife go out, and then everything was quiet. He settled himself at his desk with a sigh of relief and began to write. His text was from 1 Peter 2:21: "To this you were called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example that you should follow in his steps."

He had emphasized in the first part of the sermon the atonement as a personal sacrifice for each of us, calling attention to the fact of Jesus' suffering in various ways, in His life as well as in His death. He then went on to emphasize the atonement by the use of examples, giving illustrations from the life and teachings of Jesus to show how faith in Christ helped to save us because of the pattern of character traits He displayed for us to imitate. He was now on the third and last point, the necessity of following Jesus in His sacrifice by His death and example by His life.

He had put down "Three Steps. What are they?" and was about to enumerate them in logical order when the doorbell rang sharply. It was one of those clock-work bells and always went off as a clock might go off if it tried to strike twelve all at once.

Henry Maxwell sat at his desk and frowned a little. He made no movement to answer the bell. Very soon it rang again; then he rose and walked over to one of his windows which commanded the view of the front door. A man was standing on the steps. He was a young man, very shabbily dressed.

"He looks like a tramp," said the minister. "I suppose I'll have to go down and —"

He did not finish his sentence, but went downstairs and opened the front door. There was a moment's pause as the two men stood facing each other, then the shabby-looking young man said: "I'm out of a job, sir, and thought maybe you might help me in the way of getting some employment."

"I don't know of anything. Jobs are scarce," replied the minister, beginning to shut the door slowly.

"I thought you might perhaps be able to give me a contact in the city railway or the superintendent of the shops, or someplace else," continued the young man, nervously shifting his faded hat from one hand to the other.

"It would be of no use. You will have to excuse me. I am very busy this morning. I hope you will find somewhere to work. Sorry I can't give you something to do here. But I keep only a horse and a cow and do the work myself."

The Rev. Henry Maxwell closed the door and heard the man walk down the steps. As he went up into his study, he saw from his hall window that the man was going slowly down the street, still holding his hat between his hands. There was something in the figure so dejected, homeless, and forsaken that the minister hesitated a moment as he stood looking at him. Then he turned to his desk and with a sigh began to write where he had left off.

He had no more interruptions, and when his wife came in two hours later the sermon was finished, the loose pages gathered up, neatly tied together, and laid on his Bible all ready for the Sunday morning service.

"A strange thing happened at the kindergarten this morning, Henry," said his wife while they were eating dinner. "You know I went over with Mrs. Brown to visit the school, and just after the games, while the children were at the tables, the door opened and a young man came in holding a dirty hat in both hands. He sat down near the door and never said a word; he only looked at the children. He was evidently a tramp, and Miss Wren and her assistant Miss Kyle were a little frightened at first, but he sat there very quietly and after a few minutes he went out."

"Perhaps he was tired and wanted to rest somewhere. The same man called here, I think. Did he look like a tramp?"

"Yes, very dusty, shabby, and downtrodden. Not more than thirty to thirty-three years old, I should say."

"The same man," said the Rev. Henry Maxwell thoughtfully.

"Did you finish your sermon, Henry?" his wife asked after a pause.

"Yes, all done. It has been a very busy week with me. The two sermons have turned out to be a lot of work."

"They will be appreciated by a large audience Sunday, I hope," replied his wife, smiling. "What are you going to preach about in the morning?"

"Following Christ. I take up the atonement as a way of example and sacrifice, and then show the steps needed to follow His example and sacrifice as found in His life and death."

"I am sure it will be a good sermon. I hope it won't rain Sunday. We have had so many stormy Sundays lately."

"Yes, the audiences have been quite small for some time. Some people will not come out to church in a storm." The Rev. Henry Maxwell sighed as he said it. He was thinking of the careful, laborious effort he had made in preparing sermons for large audiences that failed to appear.

But Sunday morning dawned on the town of Raymond one of the perfect days that sometimes comes after long periods of wind and mud and rain. The air was clear and bracing, the sky was free from all threatening signs, and most everyone in Mr. Maxwell's parish prepared to go to church. When the service opened at eleven o'clock, the large building was filled with an audience of the best-dressed, most well-to-do looking people of Raymond.

The First Church of Raymond believed in having the best music that money could buy, and its quartet choir this morning was a source of great pleasure to the congregation. The anthem was inspiring. All the music was in keeping with the subject of the sermon. And the anthem was an elaborate adaptation to the most modern music of the hymn, "Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee."

Just before the sermon, the soprano sang a solo, the well-known hymn, "Where He leads me I will follow, I'll go with Him, with Him, all the way."

Rachel Winslow looked very beautiful that morning as she stood up behind the screen of carved oak, which was significantly marked with the emblems of the cross and the crown. Her voice was even more beautiful than her face, and that was saying a great deal. There was a general rustle of expectation from the audience as she rose. Mr. Maxwell settled himself contentedly behind the pulpit. Rachel Winslow's singing always assisted his sermon. He generally arranged for a song before the sermon. It made possible a certain inspiration and mood that made his delivery more impressive.

People said to each other they had never heard such singing even in the First Church. It is certain that if it had not been a church service, her solo would have been vigorously applauded. It even seemed to the minister when she sat down that something like an attempted clapping of hands swept through the church. He was a bit startled by it. As he rose, however, and laid his sermon on the Bible, he said to himself he had only imagined it. Of course it would not occur. In a few moments he was absorbed in his sermon and everything else was forgotten in the smoothness of his delivery.

No one had ever accused Henry Maxwell of being a dull preacher. On the contrary, he had often been charged with being sensational — not in what he had said so much as in his way of saying it. But the First Church people liked that. It gave their preacher and their parish a pleasant distinction that was noticeable.

It was also true that the pastor of the First Church loved to preach. He seldom exchanged pulpits. He was eager to be in his own pulpit when Sunday came. There was an exhilarating half hour waiting for him as he faced a church full of attentive people and knew that he had a hearing. He was peculiarly sensitive to variations in attendance. He never preached well before a small audience. The weather also decidedly affected him. He was at his best before just such an audience as faced him now, on just such a morning. He felt a glow of satisfaction as he preached on. The church was premier in the city. It had the best choir. It had a membership composed of the leading influential people, representatives of the wealth, society, and intelligence of Raymond. He was going abroad on a three-month vacation in the summer, and the circumstances of his pastorate, his influence, and his position as pastor of the First Church in the city were unchallenged.

It is not certain that the Rev. Henry Maxwell knew just how he could quietly display these feelings in connection with his sermon, but as he drew near the end of it, he knew that at some point in his delivery he had conveyed all of them. They had entered into the very substance of his content; it might have been all in a few seconds of time, but he had been conscious of defining his position, and his delivery partook of the thrill of deep, personal self-gratification.

The sermon was quite interesting. It was full of striking sentences. They would have commanded attention if printed. Spoken with the passion of dramatic utterance that had the good taste never to offend his listeners with a suspicion of ranting or judgment, they were very effective. If the Rev. Henry Maxwell that morning felt satisfied with the conditions of his pastorate, the First Church also had a similar feeling as it congratulated itself on the presence in the pulpit of this scholarly, refined, somewhat striking face and figure, preaching with such animation and yet free of all vulgar, trite, or uncomfortable mannerisms.

Suddenly, into the midst of this perfect concord between preacher and audience, there came a very remarkable interruption. It would be difficult to indicate the extent of the shock which this interruption caused. It was so unexpected, so entirely contrary to any inkling of any person present, that it offered no room for consideration or, for the time being, resistance.

The sermon had come to a close. Mr. Maxwell had just turned the half of the big Bible over upon his manuscript and was about to sit down as the quartet prepared to arise to sing the closing selection, "All for Jesus, all for Jesus, All my being's ransomed powers," when the entire congregation was startled by the sound of a man's voice. It came from the rear of the church, from one of the seats under the gallery. The next moment this man came out of the shadows and walked down the middle aisle.

Before the startled congregation barely realized what was going on, the man had reached the open space in front of the pulpit and had turned around facing the people.

"I've been wondering since I came in here" — they were the words he used under the gallery, and he repeated them — "if it would be the right thing to say a word at the close of the service. I'm not drunk and I'm not crazy, and I am perfectly harmless, but if I die, as there is every likelihood I shall in a few days, I want the satisfaction of thinking that I had my say in a place like this, and before this sort of a crowd."

Henry Maxwell had not taken his seat, and he now remained standing, leaning on his pulpit, looking down at the stranger. It was the man who had come to his house the Friday before, the same dusty, worn, shabby-looking young man. He held his faded hat in his two hands. It seemed to be a favorite gesture. He had not been shaved and his hair was rough and tangled. It is doubtful if anyone like this had ever confronted the First Church within the sanctuary. It was a tolerably familiar scene with this sort of humanity out on the street, around the railroad shops, but no one had ever dreamed of such an incident in the sanctuary here.

There was nothing offensive in the man's manner or tone. He was not excited and he spoke in a low but distinct voice. Mr. Maxwell was conscious, even as he stood there smitten into dumb astonishment at this spectacle, that somehow the man's action reminded him of a person he had once seen walking and talking in his own sleep.

No one in the church made any motion to stop the stranger or in any way interrupt him. Perhaps the first shock of his sudden appearance deepened into a genuine perplexity concerning what was best to do. However that may be, he went on as if he had no thought of interruption and no thought of the unusual element which he had introduced into the decorum of the First Church service. And all the while he was speaking, the minister leaned over the pulpit, his face turning white and sad. But he made no movement to stop him, and the people sat spellbound into breathless silence. One other pale face, that of Rachel Winslow from the choir, stared intently down at the shabby figure with the faded hat. Her face was striking at any time. Under the pressure of the present, unheard-of incident, it was as personally distinct as if it had been framed in fire.

"I'm not an ordinary tramp, though I don't know of any teaching of Jesus that makes one kind of a tramp less worth saving than another. Do you?" He put the question as naturally as if the whole congregation had been a small Bible class. He paused just a moment and coughed painfully. Then he went on.

"I lost my job ten months ago. I am a printer by trade. The new linotype machines are beautiful specimens of invention, but I know six men who have killed themselves within the year just on account of those machines. Of course, I don't blame the newspapers for getting the machines. Meanwhile, what can a man do? I know I never learned but one trade, and that's all I can do. I've walked all over the country trying to find something. There are a good many others like me. I'm not complaining, am I? Just stating facts. But I was wondering, as I sat there under the gallery, if what you call following Jesus is the same thing as what He taught. What did He mean when He said, 'Follow Me!'? The minister said" — here he turned about and looked up at the pulpit — "that it is necessary for the disciple of Jesus to follow in His steps, and he said the steps are 'obedience, faith, love, and imitation.' But I did not hear him tell you just what he defined that to mean, especially the last step. What do you Christians mean by following in the steps of Jesus?

"I've wandered through this city for three days trying to find a job, and in all that time I've not had a word of sympathy or comfort except from your minister here, who said he was sorry for me and hoped I would find a job somewhere. I suppose it is because you get so imposed upon by the professional tramp that you have lost your interest in any other sort. I'm not blaming anybody, am I? Just stating facts. Of course, I understand you can't all go out of your way to hunt up jobs for other people like me. I'm not asking you to.

"But what I feel puzzled about is, what is meant by following Jesus? What do you mean when you sing, 'I'll go with Him, with Him, all the way?' Do you mean that you are suffering and denying yourselves and trying to save lost souls, suffering humanity, just as I understand Jesus did? What do you mean by it? I see the ragged edge of things a good deal. I understand there are more than five hundred men in this city in my case. Most of them have families. My wife died four months ago. I'm glad she is out of trouble. My little girl is staying with a printer's family until I find a job. Somehow I get puzzled when I see so many Christians living in luxury and singing, 'Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee,' and remember how my wife died in a tenement in New York City, gasping for air and asking God to take our little girl, too. Of course I don't expect you people to prevent everyone from dying of starvation, lack of proper nourishment, and foul tenement air, but what does following Jesus mean? I understand that Christian people own a good number of the tenements. A member of a church was the owner of the one where my wife died, and I have wondered if following Jesus all the way was true in his case. I heard some people singing at a church prayer meeting the other night,

'All for Jesus, all for Jesus,

All my being's ransomed powers,

All my thoughts, and all my doings,

All my days, and all my hours.'

and I kept wondering as I sat on the steps outside just what they meant by it.


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In His Steps 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 41 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Charles Sheldon's groundbreaking late 19th Century novel is a worthwhile, still groundbreaking read. The novel is credited with the coining of the phrase 'What would Jesus do?' and challenges the reader to consider this question in his/her everyday life. After reading the book the story and breadth of the commitment of the characters in the novel to the mission of Jesus is inspiring and truly a moving witness to the power of love for all humanity and a true appreciation of the peace found in one's faith in God. I encourage any one interested in Christian inspiration literature and theology to delve into this incredible classic.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
God will really speak to you in this book
Guest More than 1 year ago
In His Steps certainly brings to the forefront of my thoughts how shallow we really live without the full experience of relying on Jesus to do just what He promised. The reigning theme 'What would Jesus Do' is so awesome and can be overwhelming in 'self'.
InTheBookcase More than 1 year ago
If you're looking for one of those rare inspirational stories with so many moral lessons in it that you remember for a lifetime... read In His Steps. To me, it is THE Christian book on how to live a God-honoring life, but in fictional form. You're told the story of the First Church in a town called Raymond – and how they choose to ask themselves in any predicament: What would Jesus do? It becomes a thinking pattern and lifestyle. It changes countless lives.   In His Steps was originally written as the basis for the phrase "What would Jesus Do?" Adults & teens should read it. Younger kids should be introduced to it as well. My one note of discretion is that a large percent of the story is about drinking (especially in the town trying to ban drinking) – but this part of the story in no way degrades the book. I'm surprised at myself for only reading this book just now. It's a lifetime favorite!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
To me it is a very inspiring book. I do think it is for new christians and mature christians too.
mack57 More than 1 year ago
I've read this book several times throughout my adult life and each time it touches me deeply and propels me to be a true Christian.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Through the last 73 years, I have read "In His Steps" and am convinced that it is better each time. is a true "classic". Deffinatly a must read.
ToddPeperkorn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I hate this book. The kitsch is appalling, but it is the false theology that drives me bonkers. It works with the premise that one can keep the Law. St. Paul reminds us that by the law is the knowledge of sin. I find this book offensive to the Christian faith.
ham_shoes on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When I was a kid, a relative gave me a copy of this with the best of intentions but it actually began my shift to agnosticism. Don't get me wrong; I respect spirituality but I believe it should be founded on deep, profound life experiences. The characters of this story are trite and shallow. The depictions of their white-bread experiences are unconvincing.
ThriftyMorgana on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This novel had a truly wonderful message that is important for any and every Christian to hear and to think about. The story involves a small church in a railroad town taking the pledge to always ask the question, "What would Jesus do?" before making decisions in both their personal land business lives. One thing that the reader needs to be aware of from the get-go though is that this novel takes place in the late 1800s and the syntax/language as well as some of the cultural norms are extremely foreign to the modern reader. Another issue I had with this story was the hardcore attack of "the saloon" as it refers to any establishment that provides alcohol. Well, we all know what happened when Prohibition actually did occur about 2 decades later, rampant crime of all sorts to keep the continued production of alcohol under wraps. So, with hindsight, this aspect of the book just seemed a little ridiculous to me. Besides that though, the focus on getting one's hands dirty to help those who are less fortunate than you was truly powerful and it was heartbreaking to see the way so many of the upper class citizens saw the poor. I can only hope that our views on the less fortunate of today are FAR different from those held over a century ago. Definitely an eye-opening and enjoyable read.
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This book gives much to think about. It gives a good picture of the true meaning of what it is to truly follow Christ. Very good book, you won't regretg reading this.
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JPDH More than 1 year ago
This is a great book that offers not only a great story but an even better message that as Christians we are to take up our cross and follow him and His example no matter the cost. I would recommend this book for anyone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think everyone should read this book It wil change your life
EGHunter01 More than 1 year ago
Review title: Saving Souls with the Savior. Consider the question "What Would Jesus Do?" for any life situation that confronts you, then pray, and then follow the answer that comes in your heart. That is what a minister challenged his congregation to do. Many took the pledge and the challenge and this manuscript reveals reveals to the readers the outcome of this pledge and challenge. This novel is great for encouraging 21st century Christians to "step up" and follow in Jesus' footsteps and observe how taking the pledge will revolutionize our world. Two thumbs up for this novel.
BookClubMom31 More than 1 year ago
My daughter's book club is reading this. Sheldon was a man ahead of his time. Each chapter is meant to be paused over and thought about for a week, but you can stream through it as well. Each of us has a great gift to offer our neighbor, and Sheldon won't let us get by without facing that question, "What would Jesus do."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This inspiring book was suggested to us at a Bible Study at my church. The lady said she gave it to each Senior in her sports classes. What a wonderful way to pass it on. Now I pass it on to you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been reading this book throughout Lent. It is a great way to become closer to God inn your Christain faith. I too have taken up the challange to live my life asking WWJD What Would Jesus Do? I have felt my connection with God becoming much stronger. I also have come across the conclusion that Lent isn't about giving something up because you are told you should do so but, to do somthing to strengthen your bond with Christ. I felt I was slacking on reading the Bible so for Lent I am reading it more. In His Steps really makes you think. More and more often I find my self asking "Am I living as Christ would?" Which is what the challenge's purpose is isn't. If more Christains took up this challenge what would the world be? Yes crime would probably still be out there but not as much we Christains need to help change the world for the better. Isn't that what God is calling us to do? Isn't that what Christain faith is? We Christains have the power to change the world with God. But, do we do it? Do we call up our friends who don't know God and say "Come with me to church today"? Some of us might but ALL of us should.
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Alan Langford More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed each moment of reading. I spent much time in circumspect, in awe, in empathy, joy, sadness, and many other emotions that drew me close to the characters and their plight for answering WWJD. At the same time. I was led to examine my own walk. I am fascinated with the era the book was written; the setting of carriages, footwalking, letterwritting, and an overall slow pace of life is such a contrast, yet, so much the same in attitudes and selfcenterdness. Also, my Nook reader was handy to look up today's outdated words used a century ago. I count this book as one of my most recommended, along with: Purpose Driven Life, It's Not About Me, and of course, my Bible. ALAN LANGFORD, Huntsville, AL August 27, 2011
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