Going to See a Man About a Dog – by Mark Twain

Scotch whisky to a Scotchman is as innocent as milk is to the rest of the human race. In Swinton’s case it was a virtue and not an economical one. Twenty-four dollars a week would really have been riches to us if we hadn’t had to support that jug; because of theScotch whisky to a Scotchman is as innocent as milk is to the rest of the human race. jug we were always sailing pretty close to the wind, and any tardiness in the arrival of any part of our income was sure to cause some inconvenience.

I remember a time when a shortage occurred; we had to have three dollars and we had to have it before the close of the day. I don’t know now how we happened to want all that money at one time; I only know we had to have it. Swinton told me to go out and find it and he said he would also go out and see what he could do. He didn’t seem to have any doubt that we would succeed but I knew that that was his religion working in him; I hadn’t the same confidence; I hadn’t any idea where to turn to raise all that bullion and I said so.

I think he was ashamed of me, privately, because of my weak faith.

He told me to give myself no uneasiness, no concern; and said in a simple, confident and unquestioning way, “The Lord will provide.” I saw that he fully believed the Lord would provide but it seemed to me that if he had had my experience—But never mind that.

Before he was done with me his strong faith had had its influence and I went forth from the place almost convinced that the Lord really would provide.

At last I lounged into the big lobby of the Ebbitt House, which was then a new hotel, and sat down.I wandered around the streets for an hour, trying to think up some way to get that money, but nothing suggested itself. At last I lounged into the big lobby of the Ebbitt House, which was then a new hotel, and sat down. Presently a dog came loafing along. He paused, glanced up at me and said with his eyes, “Are you friendly?” I answered with my eyes that I was. He gave his tail a grateful wag and came forward and rested his jaw on my knee and lifted his brown eyes to my face in a winningly affectionate way. He was a lovely creature, as beautiful as a girl, and he was made all of silk and velvet. I stroked his smooth brown head and fondled his drooping ears and we were a pair of lovers right away.

Pretty soon Brig.-Gen. Miles, the hero of the land, came strolling by in his blue and gold splendors, with everybody’s admiring gaze upon him. He saw the dog and stopped, and there was a light in his eye which showed that he had a warm place in his heart for dogs like this gracious creature; then he came forward and patted the dog and said,

“He is very fine—he is a wonder; would you sell him?” I was greatly moved; it seemed a marvelous thing to me, the way Swinton’s prediction had come true.

I said, “Yes.”

The General said, “What do you ask for him?”

“Three dollars.”

Nelson A. MilesThe General was manifestly surprised. He said, “Three dollars? Only three dollars? Why that dog is a most uncommon dog; he can’t possibly be worth less than fifty. If he were mine, I wouldn’t take a hundred for him. I’m afraid you are not aware of his value. Reconsider your price if you like, I don’t wish to wrong you.”

But if he had known me he would have known that I was no more capable of wronging him than he was of wronging me. I responded with the same quiet decision as before.

“No, three dollars. That is his price.”

“Very well, since you insist upon it,” said the General, and he gave me three dollars and led the dog away and disappeared upstairs.

In about ten minutes a gentle-faced, middle-aged gentleman came along and began to look around here and there and under tables and everywhere, and I said to him, “Is it a dog you are looking for?”

His face had been sad before and troubled; but it lit up gladly now and he answered, “Yes—have you seen him?”

“Yes,” I said, “he was here a minute ago and I saw him follow a gentleman away. I think I could find him for you if you would like me to try.”

I have seldom seen a person look so grateful, and there was gratitude in his voice too when he conceded that he would like me to try. I said I would do it with great pleasure but that as it might take a little time I hoped he would not mind paying me something for my trouble. He said he would do it most gladly—repeating that phrase “most gladly”—and asked me how much.

I said, “Three dollars.”

He looked surprised, and said, “Dear me, it is nothing! I will pay you ten, quite willingly.”

But I said, “No, three is the price,” and I started for the stairs without waiting for any further argument.

Swinton had said that that was the amount that the Lord would provide and it seemed to me that it would be sacrilegious to take a penny more than was promised.

I got the number of the General’s room from the office clerk as I passed by his wicket, and when I reached the room I found the General there caressing his dog and quite happy. I said, “I am sorry, but I have to take the dog again.”

He seemed very much surprised and said, “Take him again? Why, he is my dog; you sold him to me and at your own price.”

“Yes,” I said, “it is true—but I have to have him, because the man wants him again.”

“What man?”

“The man that owns him; he wasn’t my dog.”

The General looked even more surprised than before, and for a moment he couldn’t seem to find his voice; then he said, “Do you mean to tell me that you were selling another man’s dog—and knew it?”

“Yes, I knew it wasn’t my dog.”

“Then why did you sell him?”

I said, “Well, that is a curious question to ask. I sold him because you wanted him. You offered to buy the dog; you can’t deny that. I was not anxious to sell him—I had not even thought of selling him—but it seemed to me that if it could be any accommodation to you—”

He broke me off in the middle, and said, “Accommodation to me? It is the most extraordinary spirit of accommodation I have ever heard of—the idea of your selling a dog that didn’t belong to you—”

I broke him off there and said, “There is no relevancy about this kind of argument; you said yourself that the dog was probably worth a hundred dollars. I only asked you three; was there anything unfair about that? You offered to pay more, you know you did. I only asked you three; you can’t deny it.”

“Oh, what in the world has that to do with it! The crux of the matter is that you didn’t own the dog—can’t you see that? You seem to think that there is no impropriety in selling property that isn’t yours provided you sell it cheap. Now then—”

I said, “Please don’t argue about it any more. You can’t get around the fact that the price was perfectly fair, perfectly reasonable—considering that I didn’t own the dog—and so arguing about it is only a waste of words. I have to have him back again because the man wants him; don’t you see that I haven’t any choice in the matter? Put yourself in my place. Suppose you had sold a dog that didn’t belong to you; suppose you—”

“Oh,” he said, “don’t muddle my brains any more with your idiotic reasonings! Take him along and give me a rest.”

So I paid back the three dollars and led the dog downstairs and passed him over to his owner and collected three for my trouble.

I went away then with a good conscience, because I had acted honorably.

I never could have used the three that I sold the dog for, because it was not rightly my own, but the three I got for restoring him to his rightful owner was righteously and properly mine, because I had earned it.

That man might never have gotten that dog back at all, if it hadn’t been for me. My principles have remained to this day what they were then. I was always honest; I know I can never be otherwise. It is as I said in the beginning—I was never able to persuade myself to use money which I had acquired in questionable ways.

Now then, that is the tale. Some of it is true.

Building an Army of Gadites

Bayleaf NCDavid was banished. 1 Chronicles 12:1

To be kicked off, rejected, turned down … can be a powerful motivator.

I spent most of Little League playing for a county ball team that couldn’t afford uniforms. Some days we couldn’t even afford to field a full team. I played for Bayleaf (a crossroads) because all the sponsored teams (like K-Mart) considered me too small. (By the way, I still won’t shop at K-Mart.)

The coaches put me at catcher. (It helps to be small when the only thing protecting you from a Joey Willett fastball is a baseball mitt the size of a cured ham.) And though I couldn’t hit worth a lick, I could get hit. My batting average stunk, but if I could get plunked – I leaned across the plate, a lot – I could walk to first. From there, I usually stole second and waited for a wild pitch to take third. Sometimes I’d get all the way to home without anyone ever hitting the ball.

I made the league all-star team most years, not because I was good, but because I hustled and refused to quit.

Still do.

I get the impression David hustled and refused to quit, too.
I sense he played with a Louisville Slugger size chip on his shoulder.

As well he should. After all, he secured a victory for Saul over Goliath, played music when the king suffered from a sour spirit, and served as Saul’s army general. His reward?

Saul kicked David off the team.

Most of us have been tossed out or off some club or team. Too often we look at rejection as a setback when, in fact, it may be God trying to turn us towards a new opportunity.

A few months ago Amazon banished my publishing company from their “select” Kindle distribution program. The company’s actions opened my eyes to the dangers of making alliances with “giants” and forced me to seek a new selling model: one based on God’s strategy for victory. Going forward, LPC will advance into the bookselling marketplace with an army of Gadites.

If you are not familiar with Gadites, here is how they are described in 1 Chronicles 12.

Gadites defected to David at his stronghold in the wilderness. They were brave warriors, ready for battle and able to handle the shield and spear. These Gadites were army commanders; the least was a match for a hundred, and the greatest for a thousand. 1 Chronicles 12:14.

A couple of observations:

  • “Gadites defected.” Gadites are warriors disillusioned by the attitude, methods, and bullying of the prevailing “king.”
  • “David [had] his stronghold in the wilderness.”Gadites assemble and train in dangerous and wild territory.
  • “They were brave warriors.”Gadites are not wimps. They expected to fight, bleed, and shed blood.
  • “Ready for battle.” Gadites arrive prepared to fight.
  • “Able to handle the shield and spear.” Gadites play offense and defense equally well. They know how to take territory and protect their own.
  • “Gadites were army commanders.” Gadites are leaders and influencers. For us, Gadites are:
    • Connectors: They know lots of people and enjoy introducing new authors and books.
    • Mavens: Maven are information specialist who solve problems – both their own and others. The word maven comes from Hebrew, meaning “one who understands.”
    • Salesmen: Sales reps are charismatic people with powerful negotiation skills. They are able to persuade others to agree with them.
  • “The least was a match for a hundred, and the greatest for a thousand.” Gadites advance and capture territory.

My business is book publishing and I am assembling an army of Gadites.

 If 100 Gadites each sell 100 copies of a book,  that’s 10,000 copies sold.

Difficult? Perhaps. We won’t know until we advance. But if 100 Gadites only sell 10 copies each, we’ll still reach an audience of around 3000. (One book is normally shared with two others.)

If you would like to help sow God’s truth through story … if you would like to promote Christian Living booksdevotionals, and help authors find new ways to reach readers, visit lpcbooks.com or drop me an email.

With God’s help, we will vanquish the giants that seek to rule (and ruin) the industry and return the glory to Him.

Is There Life After Amazon?

is there life after Amazon?

“Lord, is there life after Amazon?”

That’s the question isn’t it? For authors and publishers? If Amazon conquers Barnes & Noble, LifeWay, Family Bookstores, and Books-A-Million, will there remain the freedom to write, publish, and sell novels and nonfiction outside of Amazon?

In July Amazon banished LPC from its KDP Select program. When I asked to be re-admitted, they replied, “We can’t offer any additional insight or action on this matter.” So while our titles continue to appear on Amazon as Kindle eBooks, they are no longer prominently featured or promoted by Amazon.

Thus my question to God: “Lord, reveal to me what you want me to learn from this. Show me the next step for LPC.”

Here are a few insights God gave me this week, followed by my prayers.

David was banished from the presence of Saul. I Chronicles 12:1

“Lord, may you be with us and bless us during our time of exile.”

Some Gadites defected to David. I Chronicles 12:8. The least was a match for a hundred. I Chronicles 12:14

“May the God of our fathers see what has happened to Christian publishing, and send modern-day Gadites to help change the face of publishing. Individuals who are strong in faith, where the least is a match for a hundred.”

Success, success to you, and success to those who help you, for your God will help you. I Chronicles 12:18

“I do not assume this verse of success is for LPC, but if it is your will, please give us success in the marketplace.”

Day after day men came to help. I Chronicles 12:18

“I ask that you send men and women to help LPC grow and reach new markets and more readers.”

Will not God also graciously give [you] all things? Romans 8:32

“Lord, show us a better way. Create opportunities for us outside of Amazon. If the LPC Ambassador Program is your idea, bless it.”

I do not know what will become of book publishing in the wake of Amazon’s growing influence, but the trends remain discouraging. Here are a few recent headlines from the book publishing industry.

Beacon Hill Press ClosingKansas City-based Nazarene Publishing House, parent company of trade imprint Beacon Hill Press, will shut down on December 1.

Abingdon re-evaluates publishing programs beyond 2015Abingdon Press, an imprint of The United Methodist Publishing House, announced Thursday that it is reassessing and realigning its Christian Living and Abingdon Fiction programs as a result of shifts in the industry.

Last week I received word that another popular romance imprint was shutting its doors. Each time a house or imprint contracts, another group of authors looks at the landscape and considers self-publishing with Amazon – a company that demands total loyalty.

Where are our Gadites of our day? Where are those men and women eager to change the face of book publishing? If you feel called by God to rise up and run at the giant, please email me. Together, I believe we can make a difference.

One percent of anything with God by your side is a recipe for success.

 

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