Book Review

"What Difference Do It Make?" by

Ron Hall, Denver Moore and Lynn Vincent

This is a follow up to a favorite book of mine called

"Same Kind of Different As Me"

Let me tell you a little bit about this first one: (albeit, this review will be very brief. you MUST read this book for inspiration and hope)

Same...was written by Ron Hall and Denver Moore. This was a most unlikely combination of writers that one may ever read. It was a typical fairy tale story, in my opinion...but it really did come true.

Denver was a man that was raised on a modern day slave farm. He just decided to leave one day after much sadness touched his life. He ended up homeless and without a good outlook for his life until two amazing people, Ron and Debbie Hall, came into his life. They decided to stay for good...and he accepted their generosity and their love and decided to give it back to them.

Basically this first book is a story of hope for those that are without it, unconditional love given freely by Ron and Debbie and a true want to change attitude that was adopted by Denver.

I was so inspired by this book. It showed me personally, that you can make a difference in someone's life, especially those that are less fortunate than me. I felt that it was a call to action for myself. I have always been the one who donates clothes and toys, gives to the shelter...

but not the one to delve right in and present myself for the help. I have decided that this must change. I want to make a difference in someone's life who is without hope, without joy and without the belief in themselves that I am trying to instill into my children!

The second book, aptly named by Denver, "What Difference Do It Make?" is a continuation of their story. It delved further into the lives of Ron and Denver and certain aspects of what made them the way they were/are. It gave anecdotes from others that were inspired by their story, just as I was, but those others have gone on to do something positive...which is what I inspire to do.

There are a few sections that truly hit me in my heart, such as:

(and I hope that I am allowed to quote the book like this! please let me know if I am not!)

Denver saying to Ron: "...you gon' have to learn how to serve these people without judgin 'em. Let the judgin be up to God."

This is so true in our lives...

how many times a day do you say or want to say..

"where did that person learn how to drive?"

"what makes her think she is so much better than me?"

"why doesn't she/he just get up off their lazy butt and find some work?"

But what we have to realize is that it is not our right to judge anyone except ourself. We have to let others find their way, be it easy or hard, or be it what we feel they should do..because it is their life and they must find their own way. If there is a chance to help them, why not take that chance...but only if it is what you are called to do. I can not be stingy in this world. I hope that I inspire people enough to not be stingy either, but I can't make anyone do something they do not want to do.

Not everyone is made out to be the Denver Hall's of life...

but I certainly hope that I can incorporate his type of unconditional love into my life!

God is present in me and in my life...and as Ron, Debbie and Denver continue to serve faithfully to Him, I hope that I can do the same.

I have included a chapter insert(below) and book cover, graciously offered to me by Jodi Hughes of Thomas Nelson. Thank you Jodi for the book, and the chance to continue to enjoy this amazing life story...or as Ron calls it..

"A love story"...

Please read Ron's note below...

Introduction

Hello again.

If you’re reading this book, it might be because you already have read Same Kind of Different as Me, a true story about my wife, Deborah, and the man who changed our lives, Denver Moore. If you haven’t, don’t worry—we’ve included enough of the story to catch you up. (The “catch up” sections from Same Kind of Different as Me are in italics.)

Since June 2006, when Same Kind of Different as Me snuck first onto bookstore shelves, then onto the New York Times bestsellers list, Denver and I have traveled thousands of miles back and forth across America. We’ve spoken at hundreds of venues, from local book clubs filled with sweet little old ladies to the Bethesda, Maryland, symphony hall. (We were in Bethesda as guests of Doro Bush Kock and her mother, former first lady Barbara Bush, who quite possibly is Denver’s biggest fan.) Throughout that time, we have seen thousands of lives changed—homeless shelters started and millions of dollars raised for the homeless, yes, but also astonishing changes in the lives of everyday Americans that we never could’ve imagined or predicted.

That’s why we wrote this book, to tell you just a few of the stories of hope and redemption that God continues to write in the lives of so many—and in our own.

One day in the spring of 2009, as we were writing, I was in the kitchen at the Murchison estate, where Denver and I live, on a conference call with executives at Thomas Nelson, our publisher. During the call, Denver walked in.

“Hey, Denver,” I said, putting the call on speaker. “We’re talking about titles for the new book. Got any ideas?”

“Title for the new book?” he said, screwing his eyelids down into his famous hard squint. “What difference do it make?”

“What Difference Do It Make?” I said. “That’s it!”

Denver shrugged and walked off, shaking his head.

It was the perfect title. Since Same Kind came out, over and over, like the needle stuck in the groove of an old vinyl record, we’ve repeated a single message: one person can make a difference. My wife, Deborah Hall, is proof of that.

As many of you know, God took Deborah in 2001. Cancer. But if she were here today, she would tell you she was nobody special. If you had come to our house, she would have made you fresh coffee or tea and invited you to sit down at the kitchen table and tell her about yourself. And you would have felt loved. Because that was Deborah’s gift. She loved God and, because of her intimate walk with Him, loved people. Her whole life was about forgiveness and unconditional love, two qualities that most of us find difficult to master on a regular basis.

It really was that simple. Deborah’s life showed that kind of love is attainable for anyone willing to put in the time on their knees, then overcome their fear and go out and get their hands a little dirty. And I have talked to literally hundreds of people who told me that Deborah’s story inspired them to do just that. Through the difference her life made, others are now making a difference, and that’s in part what this book is about. It’s packed full with stories folks have shared with us about how Deborah’s example inspired them to do more, both in their own homes and in their communities.

A lady named Ann, for example, wrote to us from Vivian, a small Louisiana town just north of Shreveport—not too far from Red River Parish, where Denver worked the plantations. Ann wrote of how she loaned Same Kind of Different as Me to about twenty different friends. Every friend who brings it back has a very different story about how the story affected him or her.

“One person notices the friendship Denver and Ron share,” Ann wrote. “Another feels shame over the way her grandparents treated the ‘Denvers’ in their lives.”

One woman surprised Ann by telling her that the portion of the book that dealt with Deborah’s cancer battle stirred her to go and have a colonoscopy she’d been putting off!

Like Ann, we’ve been struck by the amazing variety of stories people tell us about how Debbie’s story affected them. Here we thought we were writing a book about one woman’s determination to make a difference for the homeless, and we started getting letters about marriages restored, friendships renewed, ministries begun, even babies adopted!

In Fort Worth, a high school teacher named Carin told us that, “unbelievably,” she’d been able to get the school administration to approve our book to be read by her entire mental-health class. “The students have learned how so many issues affect our mental health,” Carin wrote. “I have also used the book to help relay to them the importance of community involvement, passion, and what it means to be a servant to others.”

Shortly after Deborah died, her best friend, Mary Ellen, told me that God had whispered to her during prayer that Deborah was like the kernel of wheat Jesus refers to in the gospel of John: “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”

Mary Ellen told me she thought that maybe Deborah’s death would be like that—fruitful. I cannot even express how much I absolutely did not want to hear that at the time. But it appears that Mary Ellen was right, more right than even she knew.

She told me about the wheat kernel just a couple of days before the dedication of the Deborah L. Hall Memorial Chapel, the new worship facility built at the Union Gospel Mission in my wife’s honor and funded by donations that poured in after local folks heard Denver’s story at her memorial service. At the time, we thought the chapel, along with the new care facilities for the homeless, were the fruit God would bring from my wife’s death. I had no idea that the Union Gospel Mission was just the first fruit in what would become a cornucopia of blessing.

Take Detra, for example. Detra, who lives in Austin, Texas, wrote to tell us that after reading Deborah’s story, she decided to start carrying food and socks and blankets in her car so that she can bless the homeless. Also, her church had a picnic in an Austin park and had so much food that they began feeding hungry people who were in the park that day.

One little girl asked Detra, “When are you coming back?”

After that, the church made the picnic a monthly event where church members sit down and break bread with the homeless.

Would I take back blessings like that one and those you are about to read about in this book? If I could rewind time like a video and create a cancer story with a happy ending, would I?

I’m sorry to say there’s a big part of me that says, “Yes! I want my wife back!”

But I can tell you without reservation that Deborah would say, “No, Ron. I’ll see you soon.”

And so the story goes on—men and women all over the country inspired by the story of Denver and Deborah to make a difference in other people’s lives. Over the past three years, I thought I was making a difference too—traveling and speaking all over the country, “carrying Miss Debbie’s torch,” as Denver calls it. And I suppose I was.

But in 2009, I learned that sometimes the most difficult difference to make is the one that’s closest to home.

– Ron Hall

Dallas, Texas

July 2009