David Jones Story

My name is David Jones.  I am in law enforcement for the Hunt County Homeland Security office as a criminal investigator with responsibilities that include Bio-Terrorism, grant administration, fire inspections, and planning.

My primary responsibility is bio-terrorism area. I’m 58 years old and I’ve worked in law enforcement since 1974. I’d like to tell my story and how I came to be what I am today. 

I was an air force brat of a mustang officer which means my father was an enlisted man before he became an officer. In 1942 dad became a pilot. After being an airplane mechanic, he flew on bombing missions all over Japan. When returning to the United States, he received bachelor’s and master’s degrees in mechanical and electrical engineering while in the service. We were stationed in Italy and I grew up in the city of Rome, where I got to see the Vatican. I saw the Pope even though I didn’t know he was a well known individual.  There were a lot of religious icons throughout Italy and the Latin and Spanish languages are steeped in religious expressions. He was a military man and he was a very strict disciplinarian. There his way.  I can’t say that he was the kindest person although he probably had the kindest intentions. He retired in 1969, with a job in Greenville at LTV. Two hours after the moving van left the house, the job disappeared. Mama told him to go to Denton because there were a couple of colleges there, where he could get a job teaching.

“Guess what, honey, I found a job in Denison” and the fight was on. She said, “No, I told you to go to Denton.” And he said, “No, you said Denison.” So to make a long story short, we moved to Denison. My father was teaching electronics and math and he told the family that we are going to do what civilians do. Civilians go to church and so will we. Church attendance was foreign. We settled for a church that my little sister and I really liked, but my dad didn’t really care for because he said the preacher yelled a lot. During a revival, my sister and I accepted Christ. Our perspective changed when we realized that the Playboy and Stag magazines were inappropriate.  

When my sister and I came to Christ, we changed our perspective.  My mother rededicated her life.  

For the next six or seven weeks, our house was miserable. My folks argued frequently, but they had never mentioned the word divorce. God sent Dr. Johnson, a dentist, to minister to my dad. My father was a tall man, 6’4” and 250 pounds, and this little guy was about 5’7” and 75 years old. My father always respected physical prowess.  Dr. Johnson at 75 could do 21 one arm pushups.  That got my dad’s attention and respect, but Dr. Johnson was a gentle soul. Once or twice a week for about 6 weeks, Dr. Johnson and my father would discuss the gospel. He answered all my father’s questions, worked with him, and prayed for him. My mother and sister prayed for my father, and after 6 weeks, my father came to Christ, totally changed. His temperament changed to gentleness. He was every bit as opinionated as he had been before, but there was a grace about him and by that I mean he became gentle and was a different man.

I saw changes in our character which proved to me that Jesus is real and that he is the Son of God. It didn’t stop my rebuking. I’m still human. My little sister actually gave my parents more trouble than I did. And I got to see them respond in grace. I was so certain that they would disown her for the kinds of things she did because they said that they would disown her before they came to Christ. I saw how my parents reacted, and how much they really loved her. I saw love in action, and our heavenly Father showed Himself in my father.

I did belong to Jesus and I prayed, and I was learning that teenagers tend to be pretty selfish and manipulative. I  became less confrontational, and I learned how to avoid some confrontations. I learned to follow the rules and still do what I wanted to do. Jesus never let me go. He says in John, “that once we belong to Him, He holds our hand and nothing can take us away.  I am living proof of that. The minute Jesus came into my life in October of 1971 I was a new creation. My walk with Him has been an incredible journey. God has never let me go, He’s always been there giving me a conscious. I know He is real, because there have been times when I’ve chose to deliberately do what I knew was wrong.

Even now, He loves me; He lets me come back to Him. He really is the God of second chances.  I wouldn’t be where I am today were it not for His blessings. My common response to people when they ask me how I am doing is to say, “Better than I deserve.” You need to know that I’ve been divorced four times, and I’m not going to tell you that they were four terrible women. I’m the common denominator so you figure it out. But even through those troubling times, God never lets go of me. He really got my attention on July 4th, 1992, at 1:00 a.m. I was on patrol and a kid with a shotgun was trying to kill me. I killed the kid, but I got shot by my partner. When in the hospital recovering from surgery, I realized that the bullet from a 45 caliber automatic didn’t kill me. God still had a destiny for me.

One of the verses I memorized was Jeremiah 29:11-13 - New International Version (NIV)
11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

He’s always been faithful even when I’ve been unfaithful. He also disciplines those He loves. He paid a price for my sins, and I love Him like I love my father who spanked me when I did wrong. I needed it, and I can honestly say that God has given me more than I deserve. I will never be perfect in this world, but I am a whole lot better than I was. Some of my early days when I first came to Christ, people who meant well in my life planted some seeds that were not true, and some that were absolutely true. The problem is figuring out which is which. As a police officer, I learned that there is a very definite right and wrong. When I go to court, I tell the truth. I am telling the truth now. This is what I have seen and done. In the early days, some people said that there was no difference between evangelizing and witnessing. God showed me the difference. Evangelism and witnessing are good. I’m a much better witness than I am an evangelist.

I am not perfect, but I am following God.  God saved my life when I was shot. I should have died. He has given me a new lease on life and I am thankful and very grateful. I am trusting Him to lead me through life’s many pitfalls. God modeled His life for us, and His truth was tempered with mercy.

 

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