Shaun Stevenson

I was a quiet kid, nervously watching three other students yell at our homeroom teacher, Mr. McMahon, as he stepped outside the classroom to talk with the principal. We had just returned from a trip to the state capitol, where my three classmates had kicked and scuffed a door, walked across the desks in the state congress, and shoved the tour guide up against a wall.

Words like suspended, expelled, and not my business rumbled through my mind as they said things about Mr. McMahon that no one should ever say about another human being—things such as, “I’m going to stalk him and kill him!”

I had to say something. Mr. McMahon was a Christian who went to my church and prayed for us every day. I stood. “Hey, stop it! You don’t know what you’re talking about. Mr. McMahon actually cares about us. You can’t say this stuff. It’s wrong!”

locker talk Ftr TSP 78488647Everyone stared at me, mouths open.

The bell rang, and I hurried out to my locker. A girl walked over and tapped me on the shoulder. “Thank you. That took a lot of courage, but someone needed to say something. It wasn’t right.”

For the first time, I had spoken up for what was right. Even though I was still shaking, I knew I had done what God wanted me to do, no matter how hard it had been.


“The word God puts in my mouth, that is what I must say.”
Numbers 22:38b (NRSV)

JOURNAL: Write about a time when you spoke God’s word and stood up for what was right.

Shaun Stevenson is from Aloha, Oregon.

—from devozine (May/June 2015). Copyright © 2015 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

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