THE DOCTOR ISN’T GOD by Hannah Alexander

Since I write novels set in the medical field, I’ve realized for many years that doctors can be confusing. You can pull up medical studies online and read three or four totally opposing articles by as many very educated doctors. I know this because my husband is one, and I’ve seen first-hand how difficult it is to get two physicians to agree on everything about a patient’s care. The poor patients.

You might especially have a problem if you’ve seen your family doc, and then been sent to a specialist, and then returned to your family doctor who hasn’t received a report from the specialist and doesn’t agree with what the specialist has told you. People fall through the cracks far too often these days as the system changes in America. I’m not even taking into consideration the field of naturopathy, which is a viable alternative for many, many patients who haven’t found the answers they need in the traditional medical community. Even there, as I’ve been studying webinars by alternative medicine professionals, they cannot agree.

So what’s a patient to do? Practicality should be a part of the equation, and some docs are so indoctrinated with rules and protocols they don’t learn to use their common horse sense–I said some, not all. On one of our last vacations, Mel and I took a drive to the Colorado mountains from our low elevation home in Missouri. We’d done it several times before with no problem. This time, however, I came down with the influenza Mel had picked up from a patient in ER a week earlier. We were staying at 11,000 feet in the mountains. By the time we decided I needed to go to a clinic, I hadn’t kept anything down for three days. I was so week I passed out when I got there. Combined with elevation sickness, that reaction was not surprising to me.

Because I fainted, however, what followed was an unnecessary nightmare ambulance ride down the mountain into a Denver hospital, where I was poked, prodded, tested by a team of at least five doctors–different kinds of specialists–who couldn’t agree on a single thing about me. One told me I’d be in the clinic at least another week. Another told me I’d be released in two hours. My favorite one made sure I was given some food, since by this time I hadn’t eaten in four days. Another doctor told me to never come back to the mountains.

Half the doctors were sure I had a serious heart condition and that I’d die, the other half were more practical and realized I was a lowlander with the flu. I spent the night and, feeling much better after being given fluids and oxygen, I checked myself out of the hospital and escaped as quickly as possible while Mel was back up in the mountains collecting our luggage. I checked into a local hotel and rested.

The next day we walked around Denver–perhaps six or seven miles of exploration. I didn’t die and I felt good, ate well, felt strong and didn’t get tired. I was with a doctor who kept a close watch on me and had the common sense to know that the flu and elevation were the only culprits in my ill health. We could have taken a cab at any time, but there was no need.

Doctors aren’t God. Yes, if you choose a particular physician to be your family doc, it might be wise to do as he or she suggests. But you should also do some shopping around for one you feel has at least as much common sense as education. One without the other does not make a good doctor.

If you find yourself in a situation where two or more of your doctors disagree with one another, you need to do your own research. And don’t stop at the first article you read online. Internet does NOT take the place of a doctor, but there are some sites online, such as drugs.com and the freemedicaldictionary.com, that might help you make more informed decisions. Mel checks webMD from time to time but doesn’t always agree–Big Pharma holds too much sway over the medical profession. They don’t hold that much sway over Mel. I trust him before I trust anyone else.

You’re on a loop for Christians who read. My advice to several patients lately has been to pray for wisdom and seek second opinions, even if they’re opposing. It’ll give you more information from which to decide about your own health. Your body doesn’t belong to any doctor. It’s God’s body, actually. Remember that Solomon asked God for wisdom and knowledge to rule God’s people. Because of that, God opened the storehouse of riches for Solomon. We can do the same. Pray for wisdom and guidance, knowledge and insight. God IS, after all, the Great Physician. Don’t try to make a human doctor into a god.

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A Different Place by Camy/Camille (Camy Tang)

ViewRecently I was reading a book about making new habits and breaking bad habits. It was well-written and easily understandable, but it also talked a lot about the psychology behind behavior, which was fascinating to me as a psych major in college.

One thing that struck me was a behavioral study that looked at the habits of college students transferring to a new college and a new living space. The study found that the students were able to create new habits much easier when they changed their location. In a new living space, they created new habits and kept them to a statistically significant degree of success over people who remain in the same environment.

I’ve always struggled with discipline in my Bible reading. I’m terribly inconsistent and I want to become more diligent and consistent in my time in the Word. So I decided to try to apply this information to my quiet times.

I obviously couldn’t pack up and move to a new house, but I found a new place to do my quiet times in the morning that I hadn’t used very often—our dining room table. (That photo above is the view from my seat at the table.) We hardly use our dining room table at all and it had been piled with random stuff, but I cleaned it off and decided to try using it as my quiet time space every morning.

So far, I’ve been consistent for two weeks in a row. There’s something about having a different place to go to every day that puts me in a different mindset. Unfortunately, I’m still easily distracted while I’m doing my Bible reading, but at least I’m doing it on a regular basis, which was better than before.

What do you do for your quiet times? You may have already discovered this neat trick to help you in your discipline, but it’s brand-new to me, and it seems to be working!

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The Last Word by Julie Arduini

I remember looking up at the television as Jimmy Fallon re enacted a video he saw. It was David Bowie’s new release, “Lazarus,” and Jimmy was talking about how a couple parts of the video seemed to mimic sketches Jimmy does on The Tonight Show. I smiled, it was funny, and thought about the title of the song. To me, Lazarus is a Biblical theme and I thought it curious Bowie would create music with such a theme.

A few days later I see the headline. David Bowie passed away from cancer that few even knew he had. As people grieved and shared their favorite memory, the online community also started piecing together Bowie’s last work. Was his album, the song/video “Lazarus”, especially, a goodbye to his fans? The last Twitter account his account followed was allegedly “God.” Was his eternity and how he wanted to leave on his mind?

Those who collaborated with him confirmed that the Lazarus video was crafted with finality in mind, specifically, Bowie’s. He apparently knew his time was short and wanted the video to be his message to fans once he was gone. The shock to even his closest was how fast he passed. He’d turned 69 the day “Lazarus” released.

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Now social media participants are marveling at another thing Bowie apparently did. He left thinking of his fans, and was able to reach them even after he was gone. Would they do the same, and how? That’s a topic flying through my Twitter feed.

 

I remember a couple years ago with the Dallas reboot Larry Hagman did the same thing with his character, JR Ewing. Larry Hagman knew his time was short and to the very last day to where he was able to work, he crafted an exit that was an homage to his fans and a brilliant goodbye from the writers. Very few knew how sick he was. When fans saw JR’s death play out in the plot, it was obvious Larry Hagman and his beloved JR had the last word.

Back then I thought about what would I do? Create a video? Write a letter? I know it sounds morbid, but after my father’s passing I thought about my services. It seriously better be a celebration. I fought too hard for people to live in freedom to have a boring, sad service. Thing is, every time I thought of a song I thought people should play, well, it sounded so inappropriate.

  • “Arise My Love”
  • “Because He Lives”
  • “Celebration” (Kool and the Gang)

Those were the ones I remember thinking about that just seemed wrong, but so right for the kind of goodbye I’d like to have.

I’ve also thought about writing my obituary so it’s all ready to go. I’m torn as if that comes off as a help to my husband, who has flat out said if I go first, he wouldn’t have the mindset to create my last work. Or, does it come off as me trying to execute that last detail, that I can’t let go, even in death? Since I’ve yet to come up with an answer, I haven’t written it.

I’m curious, have you thought about having the last word, creating something for your loved ones once you’re gone? Have you already crafted something? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

For Further Reading:

(These are secular sites)

How David Bowie Said Goodbye to His Fans

The Last Twitter Account Bowie Followed was “God”

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WHY WRITERS WRITE WHAT THEY WRITE by Vicki Hinze

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WHY WRITERS WRITE WHAT THEY WRITE

BY

VICKI HINZE

 

If you ask ten writers why they’ve written the books they’ve written, you won’t get ten different answers. You’ll get a question: Which book?

 

Because each book captures, captivates and convinces a writer to write that specific story for a different reason—and the reason well might be different at the end of the book than it was when the writer started the project. Let me give you a couple specific examples.

 

My first military novel, Shades of Gray, (secular military romantic suspense) was born in anger. I went to the grocery store—commissary on a military base, actually—and overheard a couple debating between buying a jar of peanut butter and a can of tuna. They couldn’t afford both.

 

That stunned then infuriated me. I was upset all the way home, and researched and learned that the lowest four pay grades of service members were eligible for food stamps. That set me off like a rocket. I dropped the kind of books I was writing until then and switched to write stories exposing these plights. The first of those novels was Shades of Gray. It was about a military member nearly losing custody of his son to an alcoholic wife who forgot the boy places because the military member was subject to being deployed. It was happening all across the country at the time. So anger fueled that book and with more research of special challenges to our military members, it hung around a long time. I think there were four, and then three more books, and then several groups of three or four books after that. I guess I’m still not finished being ticked that we, who rest under their protection, don’t stand up for them.

 

My latest book was different. Anger didn’t fuel it. And actually it’s not a book, it’s a workbook.

You see, it started when I got the flu. The night before Christmas Eve last year, I took a fourth of a dose of prescription medicine and went to bed. Eight hours later, I awakened parched, went to the kitchen for a drink of water, and blacked out on the kitchen floor. Hubby found me unconscious in a pool of blood.

 

During the two months it took me to fully recover, I realized just how little of what goes on around here—meaning, our house—anyone else knows. I’m talking about the ordinary day-to-day things I deal with all the time. I answered a zillion, “Where’s this or that” questions and “Which account do I pay the light bill out of?” Simple things—to me, because I deal with them all the time. Not so simple for anyone else who doesn’t.

 

I realized I needed a continuity book. I mean, they could ask me…but what if they couldn’t? What if I hadn’t recovered? They’d be half-crazy trying to figure all this stuff out. Oh, they’d do it. But boy would they be anxious and overwhelmed.

 

So I went hunting for such a continuity-type book. I failed to find one, so I created one. Necessity breeds invention reason for writing this one. Pure and simple.

 

I knew it had to be thorough but not overwhelming. Easy to complete. Easy to follow. And it all had to have all the information needed together in one place. Otherwise, they’d still be lost. So I created a fill-in-the-blank workbook. Here’s a copy of the cover:

 

I felt good about this ICE Workbook reducing anxiety in my family. I remembered how challenging it’d been when my parents had passed and wanted to spare others that.

 

Then I thought, if I didn’t have one of these, and I couldn’t find one, others can’t either. I’ll share it. And so I have made it available for others as a digital download or in print. The digital download is available now HERE. The print copy won’t be out in bookstores until later this month.

 

Two books, two reasons. See what I mean?

 

A book isn’t something you crank out in a few weeks. It takes months, sometimes longer. And if you’re going to invest that much of your life into a project, you really need strong motivation. It can be anger or necessity, a desire to share a story that made you feel great, or something you found inspiring. It can be something that helps you cope or entertains you through a rough time. Whatever the reason, the story you choose to write typically includes something in the story—the characters, the events, or the situation—that resonates with you and touches you deeply.

 

Some writers write stories to make sense of things. To recreate a situation with a bad outcome into a situation with a good or better outcome. The reasons for what we write are all over the place, but I do want to dispel a myth.

 

Many think writers write because that’s what is hot in the market and will sell well. That’s rarely the reason a writer writes a book. Not to say writers don’t want to sell well, or that they ignore market trends. But unless a writer writes like the wind, by the time the story is written and published, odds are good the trend will have passed.

 

Many different emotions trigger writing. And what motivates us to write what we write changes often. Something acceptable yesterday might be revealed in a new light that makes it unacceptable today. There are as many writing triggers as there are writers and stories.

 

And that’s a blessing. Because just as writers write for different reasons, readers read for different reasons, too. And the writers goal is that when the reader needs what they need, a writer has provided it.

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Vicki Hinze, ICE Workbook, In Case of Emergency Workbook

 

© 2016, Vicki Hinze. Hinze is the award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of nearly thirty novels in a variety of genres including, suspense, mystery, thriller, and romantic or faith-affirming thrillers. Her latest release is The Marked Bride, Shadow Watchers, Book 1. She holds a MFA in Creative Writing and a Ph.D. in Philosophy, Theocentric Business and Ethics. Hinze’s online community: Facebook. Books. Twitter. Contact.www.vickihinze.com. Subscribe to Vicki’s Newsletter.

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Ready, Set, FREE!

January! Definitely the time of year to curl up with a good book. Awww, you say, any time of the year is a good time for that. I couldn’t agree more! But somehow the long, cold days of this month—the holidays behind us, spring so far away—invite an escape into story land, doesn’t it?

So here’s a free read! I’m running a free promo on my latest title, The Matchmaker’s Match, starting today and running through midnight on Wednesday (January 10th through January 13th, 2016)

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Here’s a peek at the story: For 1895, Mara Madison has a far too adventurous past. So when she finally discovers the faith her family always modeled, she sentences herself to perpetual spinsterhood and good works to make up for her old, selfish ways. However when her sister tries playing matchmaker between Mara and her husband’s handsome business partner, Benjamin Esherwood, Mara is determined to stay devoted to God. When she suspects her sister’s governess is already in love with the man, she decides to hone her own matchmaking skills.

If only her heart will cooperate . . .

I had so much fun writing this story, and one of the reasons is that it rattled around in my head for a couple of years before letting it out. Those are always the best, those tales filled with characters who won’t take no for an answer. Mara was inspired by a character I created in 2012, the younger sister of a secondary player from Bees In The Butterfly Garden named Evie. See how this character evolved from one to the other—not exactly a sequel, but the foundation for the story is clearly drawn.

If you didn’t get a chance to read Bees In The Butterfly Garden, it just so happens that my publisher is running a special through the end of this month. Just 99 cents for the ebook!

Smaller_Size_Bees_CoverI hope your winter days are filled with the warmth of a good book!

To download a free Kindle copy of The Matchmaker’s Match, click here. This free promo starts today and ends midnight on Wednesday, January 13th, 2016.

To purchase a Kindle version of Bees In The Butterfly Garden for 99 cents, click here. For other electronic formats such as Kobo, Nook or Apple, click here for the Tyndale sale page and scroll down to the Fiction: Romance section. Look for the prettiest cover 🙂 then click on the options to buy. All electronic versions of this title are 99 cents through the end of January, 2016.

Happy Reading!

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THE FLOOD by Hannah Alexander

Two days after Christmas our area of the country was hit with such flooding that even those of us who live above the flood plain were hit. Our basement had 1 1/2 inches of water in it. For a very large basement that meant we lost a lot of things, including items from my mother’s house, which I brought home with me after she died four years ago. I’ve been avoiding those things all this time.

So Mel and I spent New Year’s Day filling a large dumpster with a twenty-year accumulation of “stuff” from our lives and also from my parents’. I never do anything for New Year’s Day, but this year I did and it was painful. Sometimes when you start a new year, you have to learn to let go of some “stuff.”

I went through old books my mother read–she loved Zane Grey and alternative medicine books. It reminded me she was the original herbal enthusiast long before anything like that was popular. She didn’t have a regular family physician, but she did have a chiropractor who helped her plow through herbal supplements available in her day when I was a child. She made green smoothies in the sixties, as well as granola that was quite good. She nagged me to take herbal supplements for my health. And now I’m the health nut.

I went through Mom’s kitchen items such as old bowls, which I now use, and old silverware, some of which I kept and some of which I discarded. One particular fork meant a lot to me because my uncle, who fought in WWII as a Marine, gave us that fork stamped with USMC. Ah, the memories.

When I was little my father, who was a carpenter, built a toy box for me that would hold enough toys for a family of five, and I was an only child. No way could I discard that toy box. I might someday be buried in it.

Mel had to discard a few things, himself. He loves to collect model airplanes, but when those are still in their packages after several years, and those packages lie in the water for too long, they get discarded. He also had to give up on the fact that those automatic kitty litter boxes don’t work, no matter what kind you buy.

It’s painful discarding so many things from our past, but as I cried and carried load after load to the dumpster, I realized that sometimes we have to discard some things from our past in order to make room for our future. And we will look forward to a bright, and less cluttered, future.

What do you need to discard?

 

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When Writers Watch Movies and TV by Julie Arduini

Last week Maureen wrote a great post about It’s a Wonderful Life and questioning what happened to Potter and the $8,000? I remember watching The Sound of Music and of all the things I could have said, I only had one question.

What happened with Rolf?

I couldn’t even talk about the music, the setting, the family, nothing but Rolf. Did he stay with the Nazi cause? Did he live? Did he have regrets?

I wish I could tell you this is a one time thing, but as I meet with readers and hear from loved ones, I guess writers are in a league of their own when it comes to watching movies. We do things most wouldn’t even consider.

My latest?

I read the spoilers to the new Star Wars movie.

Was it because I’m such a die hard fan I had to know?

Nope. Although I enjoy the franchise, I wanted to know if my plot theories were close to what the writers actually created onscreen.

I’m hard to keep quiet during movies because I want to tell you the plot as I think it’s going to be, before it happens, and then after the movie, be prepared as I’ll probably want to take time to discuss what I would have done differently. I can’t help it. I’ve always been this way.

I’m the same with TV shows. As an 80’s teen that watched Full House as part of ABC’s TGIF lineup, I saw the shows again with our firstborn, and then  our daughter, years later, was obsessed with the show. As I watched and watched and watched episodes with them, I started to plot out what I would do to reboot the series.

It’s crazy that the show actually is coming back as a reboot, but alas, none of my ideas seem to be making it to Fuller House. I would have re written DJ married to a soldier deployed overseas, and that would have prompted Kimmy and Stephanie to live with DJ and kids. In Fuller House, it looks like they are keeping things inline with the original as DJ will be widowed.

I know I’ll be watching and guessing the plot from there, and making my own verbal tweaks to it.

I’ve learned not everyone loves to have plot points blurted during a movie or TV show so I’ve had to adjust my timing when vocalizing my thoughts, but I can’t help it.

And I still want to know what happened to Rolf.

 

Happy New Year! May you experience His peace throughout 2016!

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Merry Christmas from Tara Randel

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To all of the wonderful readers of Christians Read, here is wishing you a blessed Christmas. May the wonder of Christ’s birth bring you, and your family, great joy and peace this holiday season.

Also, have a safe and happy New Year. May God’s hand be upon you in 2016. Let’s hope next year is a healthy, prosperous, and joyous year for everyone.

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Potter’s $8,000/A Whimsical Thought from Maureen Lang

It's A Wonderful LifeThe other night I did what many Americans do this time of year: I watched It’s A Wonderful Life. There are many reasons this movie is so popular, between the cast and the acting and a story that will surely tug at your heart. I can never make it without tears through the scene where little George Bailey returns to the druggist’s office with the tainted capsules undelivered only to have Mr. Gower box his ears before learning George wasn’t delinquent, he was saving Mr. Gower from a terrible mistake.

But this year, my daughter pointed out something I’d never really thought of before. Although the ending is surely a happy one for George, one fact remains —(spoiler alert for those few people on earth who haven’t yet seen the movie!)— Mr. Potter gets away with his evil deed.

Which got me thinking. What did Potter do with that money? He surely couldn’t have deposited it into his bank, or any accountant would spot the overage of such a large amount, unexplained, just when the Bailey Building and Loan account came short in the same amount. Furthermore, Potter isn’t just a miser, he’s a successful banker and businessman. Would he have been capable of just sitting on the money, without investing or using it in some way? Surely his heart is too black to have anonymously donated it to some good cause. And he certainly loved money too much to burn the evidence of his wrongdoing!

Potter_And_MinionWhat about the mute minion pushing Potter’s wheelchair, who witnessed Potter’s discovery of the money and subsequent theft? We assume his loyalty is so great he won’t reveal his boss’s wrongdoing. But will he forever keep such a dastardly secret, when the entire town knows about the crime? Someday, on his deathbed or Potter’s, perhaps the truth will come out . . .

So goes the mind of a writer who is fascinated by well drawn characters! Thanks for taking this little whimsical trip down “what if” lane with me.

Merry Christmas! May you let yourself take the time to watch this story that reminds us of how precious is God’s gift of life—especially if we let ourselves be a friend to those God puts around us.

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Season’s Comfort by Hannah Alexander

Are you having a wonderful Christmas season? I pray you are. I’d love to see everyone I know and love–or even those I don’t know or necessarily love–have a wonderful season with all their wishes met. If that’s the case with you, blessings on you, just relax and enjoy. May God continue to give you that wonderful joy. You can stop reading now because I don’t want to ruin that joy.

If you aren’t having the best time of the year, if you’re struggling with family issues, the pain of a breakup, divorce, death, illness, anxiety, you are so very welcome to join a specific, large crowd of people who will commiserate with you. Being a writer, I’m online communicating with others daily. I’m not sure why–maybe because Christmas is a time of year when we expect joy to abound–but it seems to me that I see more suffering, more loss, more illness and broken hearts in December than I see at any given time the rest of the year.

I’ve experienced loss more often during this season than during any other time. Barely an hour ago a funeral procession passed our clinic. Our town mayor passed away. I have so many friends experiencing loss, depression, illness and more that I can’t explain it.

The only answer I can give to myself is that the world was under attack when Jesus was born, and that pattern continues. This is the time of year when we celebrate the birth of God in human form. He came to earth to sacrifice for us. Such an ultimate act of love stirred up the evil forces, and those forces still exist and still attack. So yes, I believe there is always evil in the world, and I was once told that where goodness abounds, evil will be there to also abound in this world.

Our hope is not in or of this world. It’s in the eternity provided for us by Christ. It’s a truth I hold onto at this time of year when everything seems to fly apart and pain abounds. Because of Christmas there is hope. No matter what’s happening, I have that hope to look forward to. Christmas is here to remind us He came. I cling to that even if I don’t have a Christmas tree with presents or a wreath on the door. Hold onto that hope even if all else fails, because that Hope will never fail.

 

 

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Our Most Special Merry Christmas

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Our Most Special Merry Christmas

By

Vicki Hinze

Soon it will be Christmas Eve, a time of celebration that even an acute awareness of dangerous times can’t dampen because this night, above other nights, people are focused on matters that exceed the physical. They’re thinking eternal thoughts and on spiritual matters.

While home and family and caroling are common, so too are deep thoughts and quiet reflection. Thoughts about the night that Jesus was born. Often when we consider that night, we think about Jesus. How weary Mary must have been from the long ride. How worried Joseph must have been, knowing the baby was due and how taxing this long journey would be on his wife. How he must have felt at being refused a place to stay, at being reduced to the stable for protection and respite.

Consider the events that night from Mary’s perspective, from Joseph’s. And then consider them from God’s point of view. He knew Jesus would be born, knew His son’s fate. Knew He would be perfect and a powerful minister and yet abused, tortured and crucified.

When God heard Jesus’s first cry, don’t you imagine He also wept? An imperfect, mortal parent would be torn and filled with turmoil at events about to unfold. How much more would a perfect parent suffer? How much more would God, knowing all, dread and fear for His son?

It’s humbling to me that God found the courage to permit events to unfold. I’m not that brave or that strong. I would falter and fail, unable to withstand the emotional upheaval. How did God stand it?

A Christmas Eve many years ago, I thought and thought about this, perplexed. And the more I considered the question, the more angst I felt. How had God stood strong?

And then the answer occurred to me. He loves Christ unconditionally. Always. Yet He also loves us unconditionally. And unlike Christ, we are not perfect. We need Him to bridge the gap between us and God.

If God had not stood fast, He would have sacrificed the rest of us. And that, He couldn’t do. Jesus couldn’t do it, either. He chose to accept the sins (or flaws) in us all, to embrace us and our imperfections so that we might live life abundantly and be received by God.

Without both being willing, paving the path and making a way where there was no way for the rest of us, we would remain lost and separate.

But God was willing, though it undoubtedly cost Him mightily. Jesus was willing, too, at a cost far more than just His physical life. It cost Him everything except his soul. They both took the hard road, Father and Son, to make that road for us, proving that we’re as beloved as Jesus by God.

Overwhelming, isn’t it? It was to me and still is. I thought then about how much God and Jesus must love us to endure all for us. And then I had a sobering thought: How much have I appreciated the gift? What have I done with the life they provided? How much have I loved them back?

A memory flashed through my mind of the most powerful prayer I’ve ever heard. It was that of a tiny child who bowed the head, folded the hands and whispered words straight from the heart.

And that Christmas Eve, I found my heart deeply touched and myself mimicking the child, bowing my own head, folding my own hands, and uttering that same powerful prayer, mindful that neither God nor Jesus had any obligation to do what they did that night. Yet they did it anyway, for you and for me. I whispered, “Thank you.”

So at some time this Christmas Eve, pause your celebrations for a time to reflect and think about the reason for the season. Think about that night long ago in Bethlehem. And if you’re alone, hurt, afraid, ill, depressed, heartbroken or lost, remember the two who are never out of reach. Two who have loved you for all time. Unconditionally. They proved it, and will be with you always.

Let the full force of that truth seep into you. Embrace it. Cherish it. Ask yourself, How much have I loved them back?

For all trials and challenges, for all obstacles and worries, we can rest assured of two things:

One, we are never alone. And…

Two, we are deeply, unconditionally loved. Forever.

And doesn’t that fill our hearts and souls? Isn’t that our most special, “Merry Christmas.”

 

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Christmas Delights by Yvonne Lehmann

Image 12-18-15 at 7.37 AMTwo more delightful books have been released in the Moments series. Previous ones are Divine Moments, Christmas Moments, and Spoken Moments. These are being widely acclaimed as memorable and life-changing. First of the recent is Precious, Precocious Moments. In this book from 45 authors run the gamut of emotions including laughter, love, loss, acceptance, forgiveness, grief, longing, despair, joy, thankfulness, and courage.

Their stories tell of adults teaching children, children teaching adults and, best of all, the awareness that God does indeed know and care, and if we seek him we find him because he is waiting for us with open arms, ready to show us the beauty in life…often, through a child.

Thanks and gratitude to the contributors, who receive no payment, and all royalties go to Samaritan’s Purse, which provides spiritual and physical aid to hurting people around the world.

Contributors are: Carolyn Barnum, Robin Bayne, Shirley G. Brosius, Elsie H. Brunk, Rob Buck, Mirjam Budarz, Joann Claypoole, Autumn Conley, Tracy Crump, Greg Dodd, Susan Dollyhigh, Susan Engebrecht, Sandra Fischer, Virginia Foreman, Connie Gatlin, Janice Green, Lydia Harris, Judith Hensley, Karen Hessen, Julie Hilton, Helen Hoover, Thomas Kienzle, Ann Knowles, Christina Krost, David Lehman, Yvonne Lehman, Veronica Asay, Emily Marett, Diana Matthews, Beverly McKinney, Vicki Moss, Diana Owens, Carole Anne Pearson, Debbie Presnell, Joey Rudder, Jessica Satterfield, Karen Sawyer, Kevin Spencer, Ann Tatlock, Kevin Thompson, Carol Weeks, Cindy Wilson, Steve Wilson, Jean Wilund, and Felicity Younts.

Today I received this comment, “It’s after midnight and I just got my hands on a copy of More Christmas Moments and can’t stop reading it. I love everything about this book from the cover to the content. So special!”

Image 12-18-15 at 7.36 AMMore special are those who contribute just to share their stories, expecting nothing in return. Well… not expecting, but knowing we just can’t give without God blessing us mightily. What a privilege to touch the hearts and lives of others.

1. Little Foxes, Yvonne Lehman, 2. The Christmas Truce, Dan Balow, 3. Trashing the Christ Child, Sandra Discher, 4. Santa and the Meaning of Christmas, Diana Leagh Matthews, 5. A Fresh New Christmas, Elsie H. Brunk, 6. At Birth, Charlotte Adelsperger, 7. Falling in Love, Linda Landreth Phelps (as told to her by Fran Fahn), 8. A Husband’s Devotion, Rebecca Carpenter, 9. I Heard Him on the Roof, Carole A. Bell, 10. Mustard Seeds and Cheap Perfume, Bernadean J. Gates,

11. Christmas Legacy, Debbie Presnell, 12. Unexpected Guests for Christmas, Geneva Cobb Iijima, 13. An M&M Christmas, Theresa Jenner Garrido, 14. The Sparkling Bow of Joy, Janet Perez Eckles, 15. When the Most Wonderful Time of the Year Isn’t, Julie Arduini, 6. The Light, Larry C. Hoover, 17. Picture Perfect Christmas, Barbara Latta, 18. Year-Round Celebration, Nate Stevens, 19. A Flash of Red, Dee Dee Parker, 20. Poor Baby Jesus, Susan Dollyhigh,

21. Christmas Presence, Annmarie B. Tait, 22. Plug-ins, Carlitta Cole-Kelly, 23. The Story, Sondra Kraak, 24. Christmas Potpourri, Joann Claypoole, 25. An Unexpected Christmas Gift, Joyce Heiser, 26. Gwen’s Silent Night, Susan Simpson, 27. The Christmas Tree Brooch, Joni Vance, 28. What a Gift!, Dianna Derringer, 29. Christmas Came, Charlotte Adelsperger, 30. Counting Southern Treasures through the First Noel, Vicki H. Moss,

31. A Pure and Simple King, Ann Tatlock, 32. Plan a Silent Night, Lydia E. Harris, 33. Provision in a Time of Need, Marybeth Mitcham, 34. Sunshine for Christmas, Lisa Braxton, 35. Christmas Caper, Karen R. Hessen, 36. Healing of a Christmas Memory, Cathy Baker, 37. Jesus in a Barn, Kimberly Rae, 38. Favored by his Death, Cindy Sproles, 39. Steeped in Christmas Tradition, Victoria Hicks,

40. Make Peach with the Past, Sheryl M. Baker, 41. My Favorite Gift, Carol Graham, 42. The Warmth of Christmas, Autumn J. Conley, 43. The Last Doll, Dianne Matthews, 44. The Birth that Saves, Emme Gannon, 45. Finding Baby Jesus, Marybeth Mitcham, 46. Are You There, Lord?, Ann Greenleaf Wirtz, 47. Ghost of Christmas Past, Simon Wilson, 48. Seeking Christmas, Edie Melson, 49. Come Dance with Me, Dr. Rhett Wilson, 50. Am I Good Enough?, Andrea Merrell,

51. Suzy Snowflake and the Blue Christmas Turned White, Vicki H. Moss, 52. From My Heart to Theirs, Esther M. Bailey, 53. You Are Christmas, Joann Claypoole,  54. Setting Goals, Yvonne Lehman

THANKS to each of these for GIVING!

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Here Comes Santa Claus

Over Thanksgiving, I finally discovered Pandora. I enjoyed listening to oldies but goodies. At first I listened to Christmas themed songs, but my son complained that he wanted Thanksgiving songs for Thanksgiving.

We could listen to Christmas songs starting the day after.

So be it.

I love that I can listen to Christmas oldies but goodies sung by Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Andy Williams. (I can also put on the Italian dinner music when we’re eating spaghetti but that’s for another post.)

Here’s the interesting thing. . .I didn’t realize these old Christmas songs about Santa Claus also contained references to God. Maybe as a child growing up in a nation that considered itself a Christian nation, I took those things for granted. Things like I could take my children to Target without them hearing some inappropriate music playing in the background or customers using the F-bomb like there’s no tomorrow without any regard for those around them. But back to what this post is really about.

That “Santa Claus knows we’re all God’s Children. . .”

And. . .

“Peace on earth will come to all

If we just follow the light

So lets give thanks to the lord above

That Santa Claus comes tonight!”

(Lyrics from http://www.41051.com/xmaslyrics/herecomes.html)

My children are teenagers and in their twenties now, but I always told them the truth about Santa Claus—who the real St. Nicholas was and how the story of the man in the red suit came about. The funny thing is that my children didn’t believe me even when I told them the truth and for a while thought Santa Claus was real until they were old enough to know better.

We had some fun with the tradition while still remembering that “Jesus is the Reason for the Season.” There has never been any other reason for Christmas but Jesus, and even the old Christmas songs about Santa Claus acknowledge this truth.

I never realized this before. How about you? Did you ever notice the references to God in the old Santa Claus Christmas songs? Do you have Santa fun at your house or have you chosen to leave Santa out of it?

Wishing you a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Elizabeth Goddard

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The Christmas Movie that Gave Me Hope by Julie Arduini

It was 2003.

We still lived in Upstate NY and the repercussions from 9/11 were moving throughout the state. My job had been eliminated from the state budget, but because I was pregnant with our second child, we knew I would be a stay-at-home mom.

What we didn’t know was by Thanksgiving, my husband’s job would change from salaried with benefits to commission with no benefits. Our baby spent her first major holiday in the PICU recovering not only from croup, but from doctor error.

I was reeling in anger and grief.

By Christmas, I was not only submerged in those feelings, but exhausted from fear. We were scared she’d stop breathing again. I couldn’t even trust her monitor. I remember standing by her crib, unable to sleep, only able to resist panic when I could hear and see her breathing.

I knew I needed a break, no matter how brief. I didn’t know the term at the time but I am a classic introvert. One of my bucket list items was to go to a movie and have the theater be completely empty.

I hit the bucket list jackpot when I saw a matinee of Elf.
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I didn’t know what to expect but I knew it was Will Ferrell and I’ve always been a fan of Christmas movies full of Christmas spirit. I giggled as he tried to keep up in the workshop. Laughed as he was sent to inspect the jack-in-the boxes. As I watched Buddy the Elf learn his human identity and travel through candy cane forest to New York City, I was able to press pause on the overwhelming grief I was feeling.

By the time Santa and his sleigh took flight over Central Park, I was convinced I’d watched something real, not ninety minutes of entertainment. Elf gave me permission to check out, and dial into innocence, hope, sugar without consequences, and pure joy.

Fast forward and that sick baby is now 12. Although she still has health issues and things that stem from that first Thanksgiving, she is no where near the level of sickness. When people meet her, joy is often a word they use to describe her. They see it in her face and smile. More than once I’ve watched people confess and change their lives just because they came across our daughter’s smile.

She loves celebrations and Christmas is definitely number one. She loves the Christmas movies and Elf has been her favorite for years. She doesn’t just giggle at the jack-in-the box part, she has a full on belly laugh.

Watching her watch Elf brings me joy, and each year it reminds me of that first time I saw that little movie that could. I can recite Elf and relax every time I watch it. And each viewing, it gives me hope for a simpler time, a little laughter, and a full dose of Christmas spirit.

Is there a Christmas movie that means a lot to you? I’d love for you to share your memories in the comments.

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PEACE by Kristen Heitzmann

angel - CopyIn this season of glad tidings, hope, and generosity, it is especially tragic when forces of hate and destruction are loosed on a society established under God, a free society that yearns to welcome outcasts, to extend grace and understanding to all. As we wait in joyful anticipation for the revelation of Christ made manifest in the world, for his kingdom to shine on Earth as it does in Heaven, how sorrowful it is that darkness grows in peoples’ hearts and minds, in their indoctrinations and actions.

The song says: Peace on Earth, goodwill to men. But Scripture says: Peace on Earth to men of goodwill. God knows there can be no peace for people who hate, no peace between those who desire the destruction of others. Peace comes in the birth of a child, an infant who is God humbling himself to walk among us. He knows our sorrows, the loss of life taken by violent criminals, of life snatched from the womb, of life ended in hopeless suicide. He knows our joys, a hand reaching out to one in need, a life saved through grace and prayer. He knows our needs, our dreams. He blesses our efforts, no matter how feeble.

This is a God of peace in a world of turmoil, a God for whom every life is precious, every life is known and counted. He longs for every soul to be his own, for every mind to turn from evil to righteousness. He hungers for our rebirth as the Madonna hungered to see the face of her baby, Jesus.

What would that world look like? The lion and the lamb nestled together. The angels sing: Joy to the world, the Lord is come. Come, Lord Jesus, come. Transform our world. Transform our hearts. Let darkness fall to light revealed in each and every soul, Christ shining in the night. Hallelujah!

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