what difference do it make?

This post has taken over two years to hit the printable page.  It is one that is near and dear to my heart and I could never find the right words, introduction or passion to convey my zeal for this subject.  Until today.

What happened?  Well, this question came up for discussion in our small group.  'What is your concern for the poor and those who are treated unjustly?'  We discussed who we thought the poor were.  We discussed our attitudes, our actions and our inaction.  As the discussion was going on around me I was surprised at the rate my heart was pumping and by the emotion that overcame me.  I couldn't speak for a time and felt nervous to say anything in case I couldn't articulate my thoughts.  You see, I have been poor.  Not homeless poor, but very close.

My husband lost his job and was unemployed for almost a year and that year was a bad year.  During that year we used up all our savings and retirement funds, we almost lost our house, we had medical bills with no money to pay them.  We couldn't buy clothes for our family and barely had enough money for food.  That year changed me.

It changed me for the good.  It showed me that those who are moved to action make a difference.  For example, we received a gift certificate for groceries from an anonymous friend.  That one kind and simple act not only allowed us to put food on the table but it has influenced my actions to this very day.  It opened my eyes to see the need around me and to act on it.  Our need was mild compared to others, but it was a need nonetheless.  And this kind soul made a difference in our lives forever.

It was around this time that I read What difference do it make? Stories of Hope and Healing by Ron Hall, Denver Moore, and Lynn Vincent.  This book is their second book together. You can read the introduction below.  It's about true tales of how people's lives have been changed because of Ron and Denver's story and how they were inspired to make a difference in their own worlds.  These stories are lovely and truly inspiring.  They made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes.  To see God's love through every one of these people gives me goosebumps.  I enjoyed seeing the different ways people acted and were changed.  From young children being inspired to raise money and a family's story of  adoption to change through illness and the development of a community garden.

I didn't say as much as I wanted during our small group discussion.  Hindsight is always 20/20.  If I could revisit that day I would encourage everyone in that room to read What difference do it make? so we could all be inspired to grab the world by the tail and spin it until we're all dizzy with the excitement and anticipation of making a difference.  If you've felt the tug to do more, read this book and be inspired.  What difference can you make?  A lot!


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


  1. Kim,
    What a poignant post. Your words moved me to tears. In our small group we are studying Beth Moore's James Mercy Triumphs. It is a challenge to us to open our eyes to the poor and marginalized and to put feet and hands to our words about love, grace and mercy.
    I'm going to buy this book and suggest it for our small group.
    Blessings to you,

  2. Thank you for your kind words Annesta. I think you will really enjoy the book.
    The Beth Moore study sounds like one I'd enjoy too! I'll have to suggest it as a summer study with friends. Hugs!

  3. Love you and am always open to have hindsight 20/20 chats;) I would ask to borrow the book from you, but we both know how that ends up:)
    See you Friday,

  4. This is the most moving book I have ever read. I was so inspired that Ron and Deborah determined not to be 'put-off' by the outward appearance, but to know the soul of the man, Denver. And what a treasure they did find! The wisdom that pours from Denver is overwhelming. I would love to sit at his feet and have him teach me.


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