Do you ever wonder how much sharing your faith really makes an impact? Phil and Al Robertson share thought-provoking stories about the transformations they have experienced and witnessed through God’s life-altering grace in this 7 day reading plan. Each of these stories is taken from the Duck Commander Faith and Family Bible by Thomas Nelson Publishers.

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2. Do you ever wonder how much sharing your faith really
makes an impact? Phil and Al Robertson share thought-provoking
stories about the transformations they have
experienced and witnessed through God’s life-altering
grace in this 7 day reading plan. Each of these stories is
taken from The Duck Commander Faith and Family Bible
by Thomas Nelson Publishers.

3. Table of Contents
Day 1:
Day 2:
Day 3:
Day 4:
Day 5:
Day 6:
Day 7:
Breaking the Ice
The Ripple Effect
Heed the Call
One Rodeo Clown
Preach It
Sowing Seeds
Shining Light in Duck Places

4. Day 1: Breaking the Ice
Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations,
baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. MATTHEW 28:19
A few years back, the creek down the hill from my house froze over solid. I’d never seen a phenomenon like that in all my years. The
temperature dropped low enough to make a snowman shiver. I figured anyone with a lick of sense would stay inside like I was doing. That’s
when I heard a banging sound outdoors. I bundled up and walked down to the mouth of the creek to see who or what was making all that
racket. This was back in the day when I was able to let folks come and go on my property as they pleased, to launch a boat or whatnot.
When I walked to the riverbank, I spied an aluminum boat with two young bucks in there thrashing about. They were maybe fifteen,
sixteen years old. One dude was hitting and breaking the ice with his wooden paddle. He’d cut a path about twenty feet out into the creek.
“What are you boys fixin’ on doing?” I asked.
They looked up, startled to see me. The older boy, “Curly Don,” said to the other, “That’s him!”
You might say in this part of the country I’m a bit of a legendary figure. I’ve managed to win the respect of the locals, who’ve watched
me work hard and grow the Duck Commander business. To some of the rednecks, however, I scare the daylights out of them. You have to
remember: when they’re dealing with me, there’s always a Bible within arm’s reach. To a redneck, a Bible in the hand of an ex-drunk is
scarier than a guy with an Uzi. They’re thinking, Don’t mess with that ol’ cat because he’s gonna start preachin’ to you and everything else
around. They see me and my Bible and they start tearing up the road. But these dudes were clearly fans. After getting over their initial
shock, they answered, “We’re gonna go duck huntin’ up the creek about a mile or so.”
“Without a motor?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you realize that even if you could bust the ice for a mile, it’d be refreezing right behind you?” They hadn’t thought of that and, of
course, they didn’t have the proper clothes to keep warm. They were just a couple of rednecks with their shotguns.
I said, “Boys, you don’t want to try that. You’ll get tangled up out there and you’re likely to freeze to death. Get out of that boat; I’ll take
you.”
After we shot a bunch of ducks, I invited them to swing by the house to talk whenever they had a chance. Curly Don took me up on that
offer and got to hanging around to learn about God. He eventually gave his heart to Jesus and he’s been a member of our church for
probably twenty or twenty-five years.
Here’s the deal. The Bible says we’re supposed to make disciples of all the nations, right? But that’s not just the work of missionaries in
faraway places. Literally. When I ran up on those boys trying to break the ice, I could have run them off my property, or I could have ignored
them and let them be. When I offered to take them duck hunting, I was thinking of their eternal souls. The hunting was just a way to make
the first connection.
- Phil Robertson

5. Day 2: The Ripple Effect
Philip opened his mouth, and beginning at this Scripture, preached Jesus to him.
Now as they went down the road, they came to some water. And the eunuch said, “See, here is water.
What hinders me from being baptized?” Then Philip said, “If you believe with all your heart, you may.”
And he answered and said, “I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God.”
“Ben” was a nineteen-year-old who had experienced more than his fair share of tragedy. When he was thirteen, he discovered the
body of his father in his home office. His dad had committed suicide by blowing out his brains with a shotgun. For years, Ben carried
the burden of that scene around with him.
One day my brother Jase was invited to give a Bible study on a houseboat where Ben’s brother lived on the river. Ben and several
others happened to be there, and Jase shared the news that Jesus had died for them, to remove their sin and pain. His death made a
way for them to get to heaven.
The whole time Jase was reading from the Bible and teaching about Jesus, Ben sat still as a stone, staring at the floor. When the
study was over, Jase asked if anyone wanted to give their heart to Jesus and get baptized in the river. The owner of the houseboat said,
“Let me think about it.” That was pretty much the sentiment of the group . . . although Ben still hadn’t moved or said a word. Jase
sensed that Ben was wrestling with what he had heard, but he didn’t push it.
Jase thanked his audience for the chance to share his faith and then took off for downtown Monroe, Louisiana. You can imagine his
surprise when he looked in his rearview mirror and saw a sports car racing up the road, closing in on his tail. He wondered who the
crazy maniac was who was driving like that. Jase pulled over to
avoid a collision—only to discover that it was Ben behind the wheel. Evidently the message of the Bible study had reached Ben’s heart,
and Ben didn’t want to wait another minute to get right with God. So he literally ran Jase down and, like the eunuch in Acts 8, asked to
be baptized that very minute in the river.
The story doesn’t end there.
Not long after Ben was converted, his brother, his sister, and his mother—their entire family—wound up getting saved. You might
say Ben was the first domino of faith that changed the eternal destiny of his loved ones. That’s what I call the “ripple effect” of the
gospel. Think of it like this: if you’ve ever thrown a pebble in a pool of calm water, what happens? One by one, ring-shaped wavelets
move outward from the center, creating an impact far beyond the initial point of contact. When we, like Jase, make ourselves available
to tell others about what Jesus has done for us, lives change . . . and changed lives change lives.
-Al Robertson
ACTS 8:35–37

6. Day 3: Heed the Call
A servant of the Lord must not quarrel but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those
who are in opposition, . . . that they may come to their senses. 2 TIMOTHY 2:24–26
In the early days of our duck call business, before Duck Dynasty was a hit TV show, I was answering the phone and taking orders. We were happy, happy, happy just to hear
the phone ring at that time. Every sale was necessary for our survival.
One day as I was taking an order, the customer used the Lord’s name in vain about five or six times. He wasn’t upset, mind you. He just talked that way, probably out of habit.
After I finished taking down his shipping information, I said, “Let me ask you something. Why do you keep cursing the only One who can save you from death? Why would you pick
Him out and use His name like that?”
There was silence on the other end. Finally, I said, “Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m still here . . . ,” he answered. “You got my duck call or what?”
“Yup,” I said. “Got it. It’s on the way.”
The caller slammed down the phone. I figured that was the end of that.
Ten minutes passed and the phone rang again.
“Hello, Duck Commander,” I answered.
It was him.
“You know something?” he said. “I’ve been thinking. You’ve got a point.”
I looked down at his order. Thinking out loud, I said, “Let’s see, you’re in Alabama. You can drive here in about ten hours. You ought to load up and come on down here, and
I’ll tell you a story about the One whose name you’ve been misusing. You might change your mind about Him.”
He said he’d think about that offer. Again, I figured that would be the end of the story. Then, about a week later, a guy knocks on my door and steps into my house.
“You know who I am?”
“I don’t believe I do.”
“I’m that guy from Alabama.”
Amazed that the dude actually showed up, I invited him into our living room. I got out my Bible and told him how we all have a problem with sin and death. I explained who
Jesus was, what He had done on the cross, and that God had sent Him so that everybody who believes in Him won’t perish. After I gave him the Good News, I said, “You’ve been
cursing Him. What about now? Do you still feel the same way?”
That guy wept. I mean, he was a grown man, maybe thirty-five or forty years old, but he just cried on my living room floor. I asked if he wanted to go down to the river and be
washed of his sins and his evil ways. He said yes. I offered him dry clothes to put on afterward, but he said he’d be alright. After I baptized him, he got back in his truck—wet
clothes and all—and took off up the road like his tail was on fire.
Seventeen years went by, and I was getting ready to preach at a church in Alabama when someone came up to me and said, “Phil, do you remember the guy who called you
on the phone to order a duck call and was using God’s name in vain so much?”
“Well, now that you mention it, I do remember that dude. He was from Alabama,” I replied.
“He is one of the leaders of this church!” he rejoiced. “He’s waiting downstairs and wants to talk to you.” You could have knocked me over with a feather.
When I went down there, he told me how he had confronted his Christian buddies after he left my home. He asked them, “How come I had to drive all the way to Louisiana
before I heard the gospel of Jesus? I was using that filthy language around y’all, and y’all never said a word. That old guy on the telephone called me out on it. I went over there to
see what the fuss was about. Now, I have eternal life. Y’all never told me that.”
The looks on their faces said, We didn’t know you was ever going to change!
None of us knows what God can accomplish when we act according to the wisdom of 2 Timothy 2:24–26. When we’re gentle, patient, humble, and willing to speak the truth,
even the most unlikely people can “come to their senses.” And who knows? They may even guide others to accept the message that was extended to them.
-Phil Robertson

7. Day 4: One Rodeo Clown
The woman then left her waterpot, went her way into the city, and said to the men,
“Come, see a Man who told me all things that I ever did. Could this be the Christ?”. . .
And many of the Samaritans of that city believed in Him because of the word of the woman who testified, “He told
I love the way the woman in John 4 was so convicted by her encounter with Jesus that she just had to tell her friends and neighbors
what Christ had done for her. My family witnessed a similar occurrence about twenty-five years ago after we shared the Good News
with “Mary Ann.” Not long after giving her heart to Jesus, Mary Ann was riding around town with a friend who wanted to stop at a bar
to get a drink. As a new Christian, Mary Ann really didn’t want to go into the bar, but she went anyway to keep him company.
While they were sitting inside, “Randy,” a rodeo clown, sat down beside them and struck up a conversation. Mary Ann was a city
slicker and had never met a rodeo clown, so she was curious about what he did for a living. Randy explained that when someone gets
kicked off a bull in a rodeo, the clown’s the guy who tries to make the bull chase him instead of trampling the cowboy on the ground.
Soon it was Mary Ann’s turn to tell Randy about her life, and she included her excitement about her new faith in Jesus. When
Randy took an interest in the topic, Mary Ann invited him to meet with Phil to learn more.
My dad was glad to meet Randy and share Christ with him. Randy was convicted by the message and invited Jesus into his heart on
the spot. He was so fired up about his life being changed, he immediately did what Mary Ann had done—he told others about his
experience. Randy returned to our house the following week with his brothers and a few other family members. Now these people
lived ninety minutes away, so this was no trip around the block for them. Their efforts were soon rewarded. As we started studying the
Bible with them, the next thing we knew, all of them converted to Christ!
Since they didn’t have a home church in their town, Randy’s family would drive up to our church, White’s Ferry Road, every Sunday,
bringing someone new with them each week. Before long, that bunch grew to twenty-five or thirty. We wanted to help them grow in
their faith, so every Thursday night we loaded up a little crew from our church and drove the ninety minutes south to their home,
where we would host a Bible study. They’d invite their friends and neighbors, particularly those who couldn’t make it up to West
Monroe for our church services.
For a full year we did that and people were coming to Jesus right and left. We’d baptize folks in swimming pools at the different
motels down there. Before long, that community of believers grew into a large, thriving church where Randy is now an elder . . . all
because Mary Ann told one rodeo clown the Good News.
-Al Robertson
me all that I ever did.” JOHN 4:28, 29, 39

8. Day 5: Preach It
How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed?
And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?
For years I’d been giving my usual duck call seminar around the country. Then something changed. I took the stage at an event in
New Orleans and suddenly had what you might say was a watershed moment for me. I looked out over a crowd of about a thousand
people and thought, There’s a lot of people here; I owe them at least the Good News! I have to believe that was a nudge from the Holy
Spirit, because it certainly wasn’t part of my original plan.
Well, I just let ’er rip. I got out my Bible and preached the gospel to them for a good forty-five minutes. Everyone had been drinking
beer and partying and having a big ol’ time. But when I started talking about sin, death, and every person’s need for Jesus, the room
got as serious as a funeral. I mean, they sobered up right quick! I told them, “I owe you this news because I love you.”
My parting words were pretty strong but true: “Now that you’ve heard what you just heard, you have no excuse. You’re not going
to be able to say on Judgment Day, ‘Lord, if I had only known. If someone had told me about You, Your Son, and what He’s done, I could
have moved on it.’ I’ve taken that excuse away from you. Now you do know. So your blood is not on my head. It’s on yours.” I was just
echoing what Jesus said in John 15:22: “If I had not come and spoken to them, they would have no sin, but now they have no excuse
for their sin.”
When I stepped off the podium, a guy with a troubled look on his face walked up to me and said, “I’ll tell you what, Phil. I would
have been better off if I had never showed up here today.”
“How do you figure that?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have known,” he replied. “If I had not been here, I could have pled ignorance, that I just didn’t know about Jesus. Now
you, sir, have put me in a bind.”
I said, “Well, why don’t you just go ahead and respond to what you heard by faith, repent and be saved and have your sins removed
so you can be raised from the dead and live eternally?”
“I just wish I hadn’t heard,” he said.
“Well, but you did hear,” I said. “Hey, everybody can be happy here today. You shouldn’t be singing the blues because of the
greatest story you ever heard.”
I don’t know whether or not that dude left that arena a changed man. I do know that I left with a changed heart. It was after that
event that I decided: whenever a crowd gathers and I’m speaking, they’ll hear the Good News from me.
-Phil Robertson
ROMANS 10:14

9. Day 6: Sowing Seeds
Some seed fell among thorns; and the thorns grew up and choked it, and it yielded no crop.
But other seed fell on good ground and yielded a crop that sprang up, increased and produced. MARK 4:7, 8
When my brother Jase got out of high school, one of the first things he did was make a list of some of his high
school buddies—not to settle old scores, mind you. Jase wanted to see them come to Jesus. So he took his list and
started praying for them and sharing the good news of Jesus with them one by one. Well, it wasn’t very long before
word got around that Jase was fired up about God.
One day Jase was asked to give a Bible study for one fellow at his home, where he lived with several roommates.
As the two of them were preparing to get started, Jase opened up his Bible and asked “Kevin,” one of the other
guys who lived there, if he’d like to join them and listen. Kevin made it clear that he didn’t want to have any part of
that conversation. He cleared out and headed to the adjoining room to play a video game—but Jase noticed that he
left the door ajar between the two rooms.
For the better part of an hour, Jase took the other guy through the whole gospel message. At the end of the
study, Jase asked him if he wanted to invite Jesus into his heart. The guy said he appreciated the offer, but he
wasn’t interested in taking that step of faith. Since Jase isn’t one to force Jesus down anybody’s throat, he politely
gathered his notes and his Bible and stood to leave.
At that point, the door swung wide open and Kevin stepped into the room. “Hey, I’m ready to move on this right
now,” he announced. Even though he had pretended not to listen, playing video games and never saying a word,
the message had convicted him. He told Jase, “I need to obey what you’ve been talking about.” Jase talked to him a
little bit more about faith in Jesus and then took him down to the river to baptize him.
Like the story Jesus told about the sower who scattered seeds—some of which took root and grew, some of
which did not—Jase was happy to sow the message of the Bible for all who would listen. The seed took root in
Kevin’s heart, and he has been a brother in the faith ever since. He now lives in Dallas, where he’s active in his
church. On the other hand, the seed didn’t spring up in the place where Jase had thought he was planting it—at
least not yet!
-Al Robertson

10. Day 7: Shining Light in Duck Places
No one, when he has lit a lamp, puts it in a secret place or under a basket,
but on a lampstand, that those who come in may see the light. LUKE 11:33
Years ago I was invited to give my duck call demonstration at a store in Iowa. A huge crowd of duck hunters gathered around me like bees on
honey. They’d seen our Duck Commander DVDs and our TV show on the Outdoor Channel, and they wanted to meet me in person. After I went
through my demonstration, I used the opportunity to share the gospel. Look, I know if you’re gonna do that, there’ll be a trickle of people who’ll
head toward the exit. But that’s okay with me, because I’ve also seen the impact of the gospel on people’s lives.
About five years after that presentation in Iowa, I got this letter:
Dear Mr. Robertson,
I came to hear your demonstration in Iowa because you were my hero in the duck calling world. In my mind you were the
big cheese and the guru, so I had you all built up. As you went through the demonstration, I thought, That guy can sure blow a
duck call. Good night, if I could only get half as good as he is .
I really looked up to you. But before a cat could lick his tail, the duck calls went back inside your little satchel and the next
thing I know, you got a Bible and you’re talking about sin, death, and Jesus. I’m thinking, What a jerk! He’s taking advantage of
me. I came to hear a duck call and now he’s beating me over the head with religion! When I left there, I bad-mouthed you. I
cussed you to everybody I knew. I even threw your duck calls away. . . .
But a strange thing happened. What I heard kept gnawing at me. One day I woke up and sat on the side of my bed. I was
thinking, Now wait a minute! This guy told us that we were all sinners . Which is true . He proceeded to tell us that we’re all
going six feet deep. Which is also true . So I began to question why I was so mad at you.
It occurred to me, Mr. Robertson, that the whole time I’ve been bad-mouthing you, it really wasn’t you I was mad at—it was
God. He’s the One I’ve been rebelling against. Here you give me the way off of Planet Earth, you tell me my sins can be
removed so I can come forth from the grave—and I am cussing you out over that . . . for five years! What can I say? I’m an
idiot.
So I took you up on the good news of Jesus. I responded by faith. I was baptized. My wife is thrilled. My children are
jumping up and down. They’re happy because their dad is now a Christian. I hereby officially apologize for cursing you for five
years.
Just because someone hears the gospel and their first response is to get mad or reject you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have said anything.
Remember it’s God who grants repentance to them. This guy wrestled with the Almighty for years. That’s spiritual warfare: the devil was on one
side and God was on the other. The Spirit, through the gospel, had convicted him at that duck call workshop.
A guy once warned me that my preaching was going to hurt my business. Hurt my business? We’re comparing duck call sales to people getting
their sins forgiven? After all, Jesus is the light of the world (John 8:12)! And if He lives in us, Jesus says we’re supposed to let our light shine so that
people will see it and come to Him. Look, I enjoy going to conventions to talk about duck calls, but I want to get down to some more important
business while I’m there! The truth is I really don’t care what it does to the duck call business.
Besides, I’d say things are working out okay for us on that front.
-Phil Robertson

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