Jesus Will never Give up on You

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I won’t be showing any more excerpts from the book, “Signs of Hope: Ways to Survive in an Unfriendly World.” You can always go into the archives to find back excerpts I have posted.

“Signs of Hope: Ways to Survive in an Unfriendly World,” reaches out to those who may be suffering from anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, self-doubt, hopelessness, and the many other usual suspects.

It is on a special sale right now in the bookstore. Check it out by clicking on the Bookstore tab at the top of this page.


I will not be sharing an excerpt today. I want to tell you about a new adventure we will be having here.

We are going to slowly change this site into an author’s reference, and resource center.

It will have guest interviews; the sharing of ideas for marketing, and looking at the trends in publishing.

I will soon have a podcast that I did with John Kremer, the marketing guru. He asked me question about selling books in unusual places. He was very pleased with the taping, and I will be able to share the whole podcast with you soon.

I also have a trailer for my book that will be available on this site soon. It is on You Tube right now. Just go to You Tube and put in Signs of Hope-Doug Bolton. Let me know what you think of it.

I want to close with some thoughts:

Jesus didn’t give up on Peter, the adulterous woman, or the thief on the cr0ss. He won’t give up on you either.


You are not alone.

You are not forsaken.

You are not unloved.

Above all: Never, ever, give up!


My Reality Check Bounced

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I will be having a huge announcement about my book, “Signs of Hope: Ways to Survive in an Unfriendly World,” coming up in about a week. That’s all I’m telling you for now. Be sure to come back often to see when it pops up.

This book reaches out to those who may be suffering from anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, self-doubt, hopelessness, and the many other usual suspects.


I have another excerpt from the book, “Signs of Hope: Ways to Survive in an Unfriendly World.”  This chapter talks about the “good ole days,” compared to today.


Chapter 70


My Reality Check Bounced


You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again?

It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men.

You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden.

Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand,

and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men,

that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.



Back when I was a youth, people didn’t go to R-rated movies because there weren’t any. The meanest language I ever heard in a movie back then was when Clark Gable, playing Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind, said, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” That sent shock waves throughout the entire nation. How could they allow that kind of language in a movie?

They tried to counterbalance that statement by having Vivien Leigh, who played Scarlett O’Hara, say, “As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.”

Back when I was a youth, smoking cigarettes was only for the “weeds.” We called them that because we considered tobacco a weed. Now it is a billion dollar business. I have lost too many friends to lung cancer who started smoking back then.

Back when I was a youth, very few high school students drank alcohol. Very few of us could afford it. Today, most middle school students have already tried alcohol.

Back when I was a youth, we didn’t see very many high school girls who had gotten pregnant, but those who gave birth kept the child and survived somehow. Today, it’s commonplace to see many high school—and even middle school—girls expecting a child. More often, though, they take care of their “problem” with an abortion.

Back when I was a youth, we didn’t know what drugs were. We took aspirin for a headache, and that was about it. Today, kids are trying to find the new fix that will get them higher than they were the last time they experimented.

What has happened? Why are people of today so destructive?

Our reality checks have bounced. We have slowly allowed sin to become the norm in our culture, so much so that things we called “sin” years ago are now a “lifestyle choice” and quite acceptable. It started several generations ago, and it will not stop anytime soon.

Today, reality to most people is not a Christian-based reality because everyone gets to determine their own reality. (The very meaning of the word “reality” has become subjective rather than objective.) So much more is acceptable today, and even the laws keep changing to accelerate the slippage away from an objective reality.

Women have the right to an abortion now. People can share pornography on the internet because they have the freedom of speech. Movies and television show so much more violence now. The language has Satan smiling. The crime rate creeps up in the big cities.

What can we do? There seems to be no way to turn all of this around. Do we, as Christians, just go live in a cave and hide from everything?

God says no! Since God knows even each hair on our heads, He knows what is happening—and He doesn’t like it.

Part of Matthew5:13-16 reminds us not to hide our light under a basket, but instead to put it on a stand and let it shine for all.

“This little light of mine, I’m gonna’ let it shine,” are the words of a children’s song many of us learned at church. The words apply to adults as well. Christians can’t run and hide. We are God’s disciples, and He has commissioned us to go out into the world and witness for Him. We couldn’t do much witnessing in a cave, unless the spiders made up our congregation!

The lament becomes: “What can I do? I don’t know what to say.” Acts 1:8 says, “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses.” Jesus then lists various places He wants us to witness: in our hometown, in regions other than our own—even to “the ends of the earth.” God’s very Holy Spirit will help us use the right words.

I have never been able to memorize a set list of things to say when an opportunity comes up to witness. I don’t just wing it either. I quickly ask for God to give me the right words. I don’t always say them quite as eloquently as God might want me to say them—and I may feel I have failed to say what I should have—but the seed has been planted. And there will be times when I get to see the reward for my efforts.

Regardless of the immediate outcome, the people we talk to will remember the conversation for a long time. They will wrestle over and over again with the things we’ve said. It’s called conviction. Hopefully it will turn them around so they can start walking on the right path.

We don’t have to go out and knock on people’s doors. (Salespeople do that.) But you’ll be very surprised how many people will “knock” at your door. Opportunities to speak a word for God come up more often than you’d think. It may be a friend who says she had a fight with her parents last night, and doesn’t know what to do. That’s a door-opener right there. A neighbor may have had a death in the family and he comes to us for support. Another golden opportunity to share God’s love with them.

It may be much more subtle. A brother comes home from college, and he seems different somehow. Happy-go-lucky when he left for school, now he won’t talk much, and he’s on the defensive all the time. We can start a conversation with him to draw out his feelings, assuring him that God is always there for him.

Another good way to witness is to be a good example for others. Your actions tell a story about you. You are like an open book. What will people read when they see you?

Above all, remain on the right reality train. Don’t take the train that goes nowhere. Don’t take the train that leads toward the pleasures of the world. Take the train that leads to God’s glory, and try to load it up with as many people as you can. Invite them onboard.


For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose.

Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure,

children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine

like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life.



Further Adventures

Count how many times in a week, or in a day, you have had a chance to “witness” to someone. How many times did you actually do it?

Here’s an easy way to ease into witnessing: “I had something similar happen to me, and this is how God helped me through it.”

You don’t have to tell them to get down on their knees right there on the spot. They will get the picture. This is a much easier approach, and it gives them a way to escape their own demons.


Something to Ponder

Isn’t it funny that we have found that we have nothing to fear but fear itself?


You are not, alone.

You are not forsaken.

You are not unloved.

Above all… never, ever, give up!


The Most Precious Things in Life Cannot be Bought

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I will be having a huge announcement about my book, “Signs of Hope: Ways to Survive in an Unfriendly World,” coming up in about a week. That’s all I’m telling you for now. Be sure to come back often to see when it pops up.

This book reaches out to those who may be suffering from anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, self-doubt, hopelessness, and the many other usual suspects.


I have another excerpt from the book, “Signs of Hope: Ways to Survive in an Unfriendly World.” This chapter is about resentment. Resentment only hurts the person who is full of resentment.


Chapter 68


The Most Precious Things in Life Cannot Be Bought


Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together imperfect unity (emphasis mine).



Have you ever walked around balancing a chip on your shoulder? It’s heavy on one side of your body and makes you walk funny. Have you had an argument with someone and then never spoken to them again for years? You have to put on an unhappy face every time that person comes by. That is very difficult.

I felt resentment against my father for over 60 years! He gambled and played poker, which sometimes left our family without grocery money. This went on for a few years until my mother divorced him.

I had a great deal of resentment against him for what he had done to our family. He didn’t keep in contact with my brother and me very often—maybe once a year for a special function or a trip of some kind. He had married a woman with several children. I thought he didn’t have time for us. I didn’t think he loved us. This went on for years.

            I used the word resentment in my short description of my father. The word resentment literally means “to feel again.” I spent 60 years filled with resentment. I kept reliving the past. I felt abandoned. I felt unloved.

Philip Yancey, the renowned Christian author, wrote in his book, What’s So Amazing About Grace?: “Not to forgive imprisons me in the past and locks out all potential for change. I thus yield to another, my enemy, and doom myself to suffer the consequences of the wrong.” 1 He then goes on to quote Lewis Smedes, who has written extensively on forgiveness and interpersonal relationships: “When we genuinely forgive, we set a prisoner free and then discover that the prisoner we set free was us.”2

My father was not my enemy. I should have put the word father in the quote. He was my father, and I desperately wanted his love. I needed a father like the other kids had. My heart ached when my friends told me about their fishing trips with their dads or about their dads taking them camping.

My resentment grew to a point where I didn’t care if I ever saw my father again. I hurt even more when I saw him with his stepchildren, joking and laughing with them.

Then the worst happened. My father had a massive stroke. He lay on his bedroom floor for several days without help. Finally a concerned neighbor called 911. Someone called me and I rushed to the hospital, arriving just as the ambulance got there. My father was awake and coherent. He was aware that I was there as they ran various tests. He seemed upbeat and even smiled. I began to feel saddened by his demeanor. This was a man I had spent 60 years resenting, and he was trying to make me smile!

They moved him up to a room and I spent many hours by his side. He lived about a week longer. In those few short days, we drew extremely close. I held his hand as we talked about the past. When I’d return after a short break, my father would hold his hand up, waiting for me to come back and hold it. He seemed to know he wasn’t going to make it.

He wasn’t supposed to have any water because the nurse said that people his age (he was 86) get pneumonia very easily, and the water might fill up his lungs. He begged me for water. I knew he didn’t have much time left. I went ahead and gave him some ice to wet his lips. He smiled a very big smile and called me his water boy. He told all of his visitors the same thing: “This is my water boy.” My father was a sports fanatic. To use the term water boy was a gesture of affection.

My heart nearly broke. I was his water boy. I can’t tell you how wonderful those words sounded to me! He was not always the most tender in his words of love, but to call me his water boy was his way (at least to me) of saying I was special to him, and that he loved me.

I wanted to talk to my father about Jesus—to tell Him how he could have eternal life. I went out in the hall and prayed for God to give me the words to say. When I opened my eyes after I prayed, I turned to my right, and walking down the hall was the pastor of my church! I couldn’t believe it. How could that be? He was at the hospital at the right time, on the right floor, and coming down the hall just as I prayed for help? Was this just a coincidence?

Of course it wasn’t. God sent him, and he went in and asked my father some questions. My father assured him that he had accepted Jesus as his personal savior. My father died two days later.

I was very saddened by his leaving. It is all right to grieve for your loved ones, but if you know they are Christians you have tremendous comfort. You know you will see them again one day.

Yes, I totally forgave my father that night when I heard that he had accepted God’s gift of eternal life. I probably would have forgiven him eventually, but knowing he was a believer made it so much easier to forgive him right then and there. I tossed out my resentment like yesterday’s lunch, and we had a wonderful time the last two days of his life.

Now my resentment is that I wasted 60 years of love and understanding of my father that I could have shared with him. If I could have taken the first step and overlooked my resentment for my father, I could have spent many years as his water boy.

As Christians, we have the comfort of knowing that we have eternal life. My father had that comfort once he accepted Christ. Death comes to all of us. (See Romans 5:12.) We have to go through the process all living things must go through. However, we can be assured that we will have new bodies and be in heaven with God at the end of that process. Being with God, and having new bodies at the same time. Can’t have anything better than that on this earth—or in heaven!


He who loves a quarrel loves sin;

he who builds a high gate [around himself] invites destruction.

Proverbs 17:19


Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.

1 Corinthians15:55-56


Further Adventures

When you have a loved one die who is a Christian know that they are waiting for you in heaven. My father is there, and when I go to meet him, we will have eternity to catch up on all the years we lost here on earth. I see pictures of him golfing and fishing. I love to do both. Maybe there will be a special golf course in heaven that we can play on forever.

I had played with my dad on a couple occasions. He was a wonderful golfer. He had three holes in one over his lifetime. He can teach me all the good things about how to hit the ball and putt when I see him in heaven. When I play now, I will remember him telling me to concentrate on what the goal is (hitting the ball) and to keep my head down.

You and I do that all the time. It is called praying


Something to Ponder

Wouldn’t it be nice if whenever we mess up our life we could simply press “Ctrl Alt Delete” and start over?


You are never alone.

You are never forsaken.

You are never unloved.

Above all….never, ever, give up!