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In His Steps: What Would Jesus Do?

In His Steps: What Would Jesus Do?

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"I want volunteers from First Church who will pledge themselves, earnestly and honestly, for an entire year, not to do anything without first asking the question, What Would Jesus Do?" A minister's challenge, spurred by a mysterious stranger's impassioned plea, is answered by an heiress, a newspaper editor, a college president, and the local beauty queen. Their


"I want volunteers from First Church who will pledge themselves, earnestly and honestly, for an entire year, not to do anything without first asking the question, What Would Jesus Do?" A minister's challenge, spurred by a mysterious stranger's impassioned plea, is answered by an heiress, a newspaper editor, a college president, and the local beauty queen. Their stories form the inspirational novel that popularized the expression, What Would Jesus Do?
Author Charles M. Sheldon, a Congregational minister, preached popular sermons that focused on Christ's example. His philosophy derived from the Social Gospel movement within Protestantism, a crusade of the late nineteenth century that applied Christian ethics to problems such as injustice, crime, poverty, and other social issues. Originally published in 1897, this classic continues to speak to modern readers with its thought-provoking explorations of what it really means to be a Christian.

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In His Steps

What Would Jesus Do?

By Charles M. Sheldon

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ISBN: 978-0-486-14580-8


"For hereunto were ye called; because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, that ye should follow His steps."

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 towards a satisfactory finish.

"Mary," he called to his wife, as he went up stairs after the last interruption, "if any one comes after this, I wish you would say that 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 up into his study and shut the door. In a few minutes he heard his wife go out.

He settled himself at his desk with a sigh of relief and began to write. His text was from First Peter, ii: 21.

"For hereunto were ye called; because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, that ye should follow His steps."

He had emphasized in the first part of his sermon the Atonement as a personal sacrifice, calling attention to the fact of Jesus' suffering in various ways, in his life as well as in his death. He had gone on to emphasize the Atonement from the side of example, giving illustrations from the life and teaching of Jesus, to show how faith in the Christ helped to save men because of the pattern or character He displayed for their imitation. He was now on the third and last point, the necessity of following Jesus in His sacrifice and example.

He had just put down, "3 Steps: What are they?" and was about to enumerate them in logical order when the bell rang sharply. It was one of the clockwork bells and always went off as a clock might go 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 a view of the front door.

A man was standing on the steps. He was a young man very shabbily dressed.

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

He did not finish the sentence, but he went down stairs 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 put me in the way of getting something."

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

"I didn't know but you might perhaps be able to give me a line to the city railway or superintendent of the shops or something," continued the young man, shifting his faded hat from one hand to the other nervously.

"It would be of no use. You will have to excuse me. I am very busy this morning. I hope you will find something. 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 it. Then he turned to his desk, and with a sigh began the writing he had left off.

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

"A queer 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. 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 you say he looked like a tramp?"

"Yes, very dusty, shabby and generally tramp-like. Not more than thirty or 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 cost me a good deal of labor."

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

"Following Christ. I take up the Atonement under the heads of Sacrifice and Example, and then show the steps needed to follow His sacrifice and example."

"I am sure it is a good sermon. I hope it won't rain Sunday. We have had so many rainy days lately."

"Yes, the audiences have been quite small for some time. 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 efforts he had made in preparing sermons for large audiences that failed to appear.

But Sunday morning dawned on the town of Raymond one of those perfect days that sometimes come after long periods of wind and rain and mud. The air was clear and bracing, the sky was free from all threatening signs, and every one in Henry 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 comfortable-looking people in Raymond.

The First Church of Raymond believed in having the best music that money could buy and its quartette choir this morning was a great source of 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 meant a great deal. There was a general rustle of expectation over the audience as she rose. Henry Maxwell settled himself contentedly behind the pulpit. Rachel Winslow's singing always helped him. He generally arranged for a song before the sermon. It made possible a certain inspiration of feeling that he knew made his delivery more impressive.

People said to themselves 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 Henry Maxwell when he sat down that something like an attempted clapping of hands or a striking of feet on the floor swept through the church. He was startled by it. As he rose, however, and laid his sermon on the open Bible, he said to himself he had been deceived. Of course it could not occur. In a few moments he was absorbed in his sermon and everything else was forgotten in the pleasure of the 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 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 agreeable.

It was also true that the pastor of the First Church loved to preach. He seldom exchanged. He was eager to be in his own pulpit when Sunday came. There was an exhilarating half-hour for him as he stood facing a church full of people and knew that he had a hearing. He was peculiarly sensitive to variations in the attendance. He never preached well before a small audience. The weather also affected him decidedly. 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 went on. The church was the first in the city. It had the best choir. It had a membership composed of the leading people, representatives of the wealth, society and intelligence of Raymond. He was going abroad on a three months' vacation in the summer, and the circumstances of his pastorate, his influence and his position as pastor of the first church in the city—

It is not certain that the Rev. Henry Maxwell knew just how he could carry on all that thought in connection with his sermon, but as he drew near the end of it he knew that he had at some point in his delivery had all these feelings. They had entered into the very substance of his thought, it might have been all in a few seconds of time; but he had been conscious of defining his position and his emotions as well as if he had held a soliloquy, and his delivery partook of the thrill of deep personal satisfaction.

The sermon was interesting. It was full of striking sentences. They would have commanded attention printed. Spoken with the passion of dramatic utterance that had the good taste never to offend with a suspicion of ranting or declamation, they were very effective. If the Rev. Henry Maxwell that morning felt satisfied with the condition of his pastorate, the parish of 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 freedom from all vulgar, noisy, or disagreeable mannerism.

Suddenly, into the midst of this perfect accord and 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 measured. It was so unexpected, so entirely contrary to any thought of any person present that it offered no room for argument, or, for the time being, of resistance.

The sermon had come to a close. The Rev. Henry Maxwell had turned the half of the big Bible over upon his manuscript and was about to sit down, as the quartette prepared to rise and 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 the figure of a man came out of the shadow there and walked down the middle aisle.

Before the startled congregation realized what was being done, the man had reached the open space in front of the pulpit and had turned about, facing the people.

"I've been wondering since I came here—" they were the words he used under the gallery, and he repeated them—"If it would be just the thing to say a word at the close of this service. I'm not drunk and I'm not crazy, and I'm 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 said my say in a place like this, before just 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 Friday morning, 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 was doubtful if any one like this had ever confronted the First Church within the sanctuary. It was tolerably familiar with this sort of humanity out on the street, around the railroad shops, wandering up and down the avenue, but it had never dreamed of such an incident as this so near.

There was nothing offensive in the man's manner or tone. He was not excited and he spoke in a low but distinct voice. Henry Maxwell was conscious, even as he stood there smitten into dumb astonishment at the event, that somehow the man's action reminded him of a person he had once seen walking and talking in his 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 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 he had introduced into the decorum of the First Church service. And all the while he was speaking, Henry Maxwell leaned over the pulpit, his face growing more white and sad every moment. But he made no movement to stop him and the people sat smitten into breathless silence. One other face, that of Rachel Winslow, from the choir seats, stared white and intent 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 private 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 inside of 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 tramped 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 the man turned about and looked up at the pulpit, "that it was necessary for the disciple of Jesus to follow His steps, and he said the steps were obedience, faith, love, and imitation. But I did not hear him tell just what he meant that to mean, especially the last step. What do Christians mean by following the steps of Jesus? I've tramped 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 on by the professional tramp that you have lost your interest in the 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 people like me. I'm not asking you to, but what I feel puzzled about is, what is meant by following Jesus? Do you mean that you are suffering and denying yourselves and trying to save lost 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 the little girl too. Of course I don't expect you people can prevent every one from dying of starvation, lack of proper nourishment and tenement air, but what does following Jesus mean? I understand that Christian people own a good many 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;'


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Meet the Author

Charles Monroe Sheldon (February 26, 1857 in Wellsville, New York - February 24, 1946) was an American minister in the Congregational churches and leader of the Social Gospel movement. His novel, In His Steps, introduced the principle of "What Would Jesus Do?" which articulated an approach to Christian theology that became popular at the turn of the 20th Century and had a revival almost one hundred years later.

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In His Steps 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 38 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.
Anonymous 29 days ago
Beautifully written inspired by Jesus himself. No other way to put except to say this .brothers and sisters what are we waiting for ?
Anonymous 9 months ago
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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