Happy 2019 by Tara Randel

I’d like to take this time to wish you a very happy, healthy, prosperous and safe new year. Soon it will be 2019 and we have another wondrous year to look forward to. I don’t know about you, but I’m excited about what is to come.

I don’t make resolutions, not that there is anything wrong with them, but I never feel like I can carry them out. Yes, I’m a list maker and I love process, but for some reason resolutions seem limiting. I love the idea of seeing what the new year brings and then going with the flow. God has so much in store for us, so many moments that in our wildest imagination we could never come up with on our own. That is the beauty of faith; trusting in God at all times and knowing that even with the things we hope for, God makes everything richer and better.

So on New Year’s day, I hope you take the opportunity to rest in the Lord. Reflect on 2018 and then focus on what lies ahead. Build on the things that did work last year, discard those that didn’t or file them under lessons learned. Take the first day of this new year to pray, meditate on His word and spend time basking in His presence. I can’t think of a better way to usher in a new year.

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Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of twenty novels. Family values, a bit of mystery and of course, love and romance, are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Look for her next Harlequin Heartwarming romance, HIS HONOR, HER FAMILY, available February 2019. Visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/TaraRandelBooks. Sign up for Tara’s Newsletter and receive a link to download a free digital book.

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Respect for Old Books

Opinion by Jim Denney

00-GodInTheDockI make my living writing brand-new books and putting them up for sale. So while the following quote from C. S. Lewis may not further my economic interests, I believe this is sound advice we all need to hear.

In 1943, Lewis wrote an essay called “On the Reading of Old Books.” Here’s an excerpt from that essay (you’ll find the entire piece in God in the Dock: Essays on Theology and Ethics by C. S. Lewis):

It is a good rule, after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between. If that is too much for you, you should at least read one old one to every three new books.

Every age has its own outlook. It is specially good at seeing certain truths and specially liable to make certain mistakes. We all, therefore, need the books that will correct the characteristic mistakes of our own period. And that means the old books. . . .

Nothing strikes me more when I read the controversies of past ages than the fact that both sides were usually assuming without question a good deal which we should now absolutely deny. They thought that they were as completely opposed as to sides could be, but in fact they were all the time secretly united — united with each other and against each other and later ages — by a great mass of common assumptions. We may be sure that the characteristic blindness of the twentieth century — the blindness about which posterity will ask, “But how could they have thought that?” — lies where we have never suspected it. . . .

None of us can fully escape this blindness, but we shall certainly increase it, and weaken our guard against it, if we read only modern books.

In view of C. S. Lewis’s advice, I’ve made a list of 25 of my favorite books that are 50 years old or older. Most are novels, two are nonfiction (both deal with the Holocaust), and two are short story collections. I limited myself to a single work from each author (though I would have loved to include four or five titles each by Lewis and Bradbury). Here are my top 25 authors and books that are at least half a century old (aside from the books of the Bible, of course):

Edgar Allan Poe, Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque (1840)

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale (1851)

Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865)

Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876)

Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island (1883)

Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles (1891)

Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (1899)

00-HemingwayL. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)

Jack London, The Call of the Wild (1903)

E. Nesbit, The Story of the Amulet (1906)

Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows (1908)

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway (stories published between 1923 and 1957)

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1932)

John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (1939)

Arthur Koestler, Darkness at Noon (1940)

Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (1947)

Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning (1947)

George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

00-PerelandraC. S. Lewis, Perelandra (1943)

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (1954/1955)

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird (1960)

Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land (1961)

Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (1962)

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five (1969)

What are your favorite old books. What are the timeless classics you have reread again and again, and that you never tire of reading? You don’t have to list 25 — how about the top five or ten?

I look forward to hearing from you.

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The HOPE in Seeing Jesus by Nancy J. Farrier

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My breath caught. I stopped and stared at the dead cholla cactus. Nestled close to those wicked spines was a small mammillaria, possibly the mammillaria grahamii. A mammillaria “in the wild,” something I’d never seen before. I couldn’t wait to take pictures and show my family.

 

Over the next few weeks I kept watch for more mammillaria and soon learned to spot them with more ease. They were usually nestled under a larger cactus and since they aren’t big I had trouble seeing them. But as I practiced, I became more adept, even spotting them under different plants and a few out in the open.

 

I didn’t get to see them often because I had to walk a long distance to get to the area where they grew. Then one day, as I trekked down a road I had traversed many times, there under a bush was a little mammillaria, one I had walked past many times and never noticed. A couple of weeks later, I spotted one very close to my house. Who knew it was there? Why hadn’t I noticed them before?

 

I began to ponder this phenomenon, “seeing” the cactus when I hadn’t before. What did it mean that I walked right by them many times without noticing when they are a plant I love? And why was I seeing them now? As I pondered, I realized there were correlations with this mammillaria lesson and my “seeing” Jesus, especially during such a busy time of year.

 

I’d like to share these in an anagram of the word, HOPE.

 

H—Hunger: After I spotted that first mammillaria, I had a hunger or a strong desire to see more. I couldn’t wait to look and often thought of them. There is so much busyness during the Christmas season, so much to do. I want to have a hunger, a strong desire, to see Jesus instead of forgetting to watch when I have so much to do. I must be willing to have Him at the forefront of my mind all the time.

 

O—Open: Be open to seeing. When I first began to search for the mammillaria, I thought they would only be found under the cholla cactus. Then I noticed them under bushes and other cacti, but I still thought they would be in a sheltered area. Next, I noticed a few that were out in the open. Last, my husband pointed out one that was nestled in a rock completely unprotected. Sometimes, I put Jesus in a box by expecting Him to be in certain places and not others. I must learn to be open to finding Him in unusual places. If I want to see Him, I need to be open to seeing Him where He’s at, not just where I expect Him to be.

 

P—Practice: I had to work at seeing those tiny little cacti. When I found this little mammillaria “forest” I was beyond excited. The tallest one is only about two inches high.fullsizeoutput_9a8 They are so tiny and difficult to spot. It took practice. Likewise, seeing Jesus takes work. Not only do I have to hunger for Him, I have to practice looking for Him. He can be seen anywhere at any time, but I have to work to train my eyes to see.

 

E—Expect: I began to expect to see those cactus on every walk and I wasn’t disappointed. Each time I would spot a new one in a different place. This Christmas I want to expect to see Jesus. Whether I’m opening gifts, cooking a big dinner, holding my breath around the inebriated relative, or relaxing on the couch after a long day, I want to see Jesus in the midst of all the busyness and joy. He probably won’t be the one in the middle of the room wearing the reindeer antlers and the flashing necklace of Christmas lights, but He will be there.

 

My hope for you this Christmas is that you truly “see” Jesus. The hope you have in Him will bless you this Christmas season and for years to come. Merry Christmas and have a blessed day.

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Tracking the Star of Bethlehem

Opinion by Jim Denney

Last week, I wrote about J. R. R. Tolkien’s belief that the Birth of Christ is the great unexpected “plot twist” in human history, when our story turns from tragedy to triumph, from darkness to light. Tolkien wrote that the story of the first Christmas, the story of the Incarnation of Jesus Christ, “begins and ends in joy. It has pre-eminently the ‘inner consistency of reality.’ There is no tale ever told that men would rather find was true, and none which so many skeptical men have accepted as true on its own merits.”

In fact, it was Tolkien’s discussion of these ideas with his atheist friend C. S. Lewis that persuaded Lewis to acknowledge that God is God, and that Jesus is His Son. Read more about Tokien’s impact on the “sidecar conversion” of C. S. Lewis in last weeks’s column, “The Christmas Eucatastrophe.” 

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Sculpture depicting the Star of Bethlehem at the Templo Expiatorio de la Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, Spain. Photo by Rosa Mª O.M., licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Spain license.

The story of the birth of the Son of God is certainly good news — but is it true? According to Matthew’s Gospel, Jesus was born in the little village of Bethlehem, about five miles south of Jerusalem. Some Persian astrologers, the Magi, supposedly saw a star shining in the East, and they followed the star to Bethlehem and presented gifts to the baby Jesus. Is this strange, improbable tale the story Tolkien would have us believe is true?

In fact, some astonishing evidence has surfaced to support the Gospel account. Attorney Frederick Larson used a computer program to create a sky map for Jerusalem in the years 3 and 2 B.C. In his research, Larson discovered what he believes was the actual Star of Bethlehem.

Since ancient times, star-gazers have associated the planet Jupiter with the birth of kings. In September 3 B.C., at the time of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, Jupiter was in close conjunction with the “king star,” Regulus. Larson believes that when the “king planet” came in conjunction with the “king star” on the Jewish New Year, the Magi believed it signaled the birth of the King of the Jews.

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The “King Star” Regulus, photographed by Scott AnttilaAnttler, licensed under terms of the GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2.

In his DVD documentary “The Star of Bethlehem,” Larson explains that Jupiter would have been visible near Regulus from September 3 B.C. through June 2 B.C. After seeing the “king star” rising in the east, the Magi journeyed to Jerusalem to find the newborn king. After their audience with King Herod, the Magi left Jerusalem and turned south to Bethlehem.

“To qualify as the Star,” Larson said, “Jupiter would have to have been ahead of the Magi as they trekked south from Jerusalem to Bethlehem. Sure enough, in December of 2 BC if the Magi looked south in the wee hours, there hung the Planet of Kings over the city of Messiah’s birth.”

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Jupiter, the King Planet (photo: JPL/NASA).

At that time, Jupiter exhibited what astronomers call “retrograde motion” so that it appeared from Earth to have temporarily stopped in its orbit, relative to the background stars. The Magi would have noticed when the “king planet” came to a stop, exactly as described in Matthew 2:9: “. . . and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.”

This happened on December 25, 2 B.C. That’s the date we celebrate as Christmas—and it’s the date that Joy entered History. Tolkien called the joy of the first Christmas “Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.”

That is the Joy we celebrate in this season. That is why we sing, “Joy to the world! The Lord is come. Let earth receive her King!”

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Note: You may also enjoy my op-ed piece, posted yesterday, on Walt Disney’s impact on the American space program, including Apollo 11 (the first human landing on the Moon). You’ll find it at the FoxNews.com website: https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/walt-disney-deserves-credit-for-our-progress-on-the-moon-and-mars-not-just-mickey-mouse.

And don’t miss my interviews with Christian romance writer Robin Lee Hatcher (author of Who I Am With You and An Idaho Christmas: Past and Present), and Christian science fiction writer Kerry Nietz (author of Amish Vampires in Space and Fraught). Visit my website at Writing in Overdrive. See you there!
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Note: Battle Before Time, the first book in my newly revised and updated Timebenders series for young readers, has just been released in paperback. Click this link to learn more.

And if you’d like to learn more about how to write faster, more freely, and more brilliantly than you ever thought possible, read my book Writing In Overdrive, available in paperback and ebook editions at Amazon.com. —J.D.

 

Jim Denney also blogs at Writing in Overdrive and Walt’s Disneyland

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A New Tradition

December – a month that seems to spin by in a whirlwind. We blink and before we know it Christmas has come and gone. Every year I vow that THIS year will be different. THIS year I will slow down and savor the quiet moments. THIS year I won’t allow the stress to get to me. THIS year I will put the whole reason for the season, Jesus, first.

Ah but those things don’t ever really come to pass like I imagine. I scramble to get all the gifts bought and wrapped. I hurry to get all of our Christmas cards in the mail. In a frenzy I run here and there with those last-minute errands.

One thing that I am learning is that there is a twelve-letter word that can break us. This word can make all the beautiful things around us look dull. This one word can create stress. And if we are not careful, this one word can ruin our Christmas.

What is the word? … Expectations.

We all have expectations surrounding Christmas. We have conscious or subconscious thoughts about Christmas (and the month of December in general) of how we expect things to go. Sometimes our expectations are set too high and cannot be reached. In the end, this will only cause us to feel disappointment and more stress.

One of the things we all love about the holidays are traditions. It might be baking with our loved ones, setting up a Christmas village, singing Christmas carols, an ugly sweater contest, or Aunt Betty’s fruit cake.

Well I say we start a new tradition – let go of our expectations.

So what if we don’t get all the Christmas cards out right after Thanksgiving? So what if we get to bed late because we are up wrapping gifts? So what if we have to bring a store bought instead a homemade cake to the holiday party?

All of these things that seem flawed really make up the perfect Christmas. What a blessing that we have family and friends to send cards to (even if they are later than we’d like). What a blessing that we had the money to buy those gifts (that kept us up late wrapping). And what a blessing that we will be fellowshipping with friends (even though we didn’t have the time to make a homemade cake).

When we let go of our expectations, we begin to see the blessings that are right in front of us. And this includes the ultimate blessing – Jesus. The Prince of Peace. God’s Word in the flesh. Emmanuel. Our God with us. When we stop and linger on the miracle that came down from heaven to save us, all of our expectations seem to fade away.

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and blessed New Year!

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Those Christmas Moments by Julie Arduini

Most of our family are fans of the show, The Office. We’re that classic meme where someone finishes watching The Office on Netflix and isn’t sure what to watch next. The answer? Re-start The Office.

Recently we came to the beloved episode of Jim and Pam’s wedding. As all their colleagues pretty much hijack the nuptials and feel it is their wedding, Pam and Jim recall advice they were given. Collect the moments. Take mental pictures. The time goes so fast. Every time they had a shared moment, they made a clicking sound of a camera. They were able to enjoy their day, their way.

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This Christmas feels like we are celebrating all season long and that the actual day will be family-oriented and festive, but that it has been full of those little camera moments. Nothing major, and I think that’s what has made it all the more special. They were little moments.

There was:

  • My husband and I sneaking out of the house one Saturday morning before the non-stop-since-September rain started again to find our Christmas tree. It was just us, a lot of mud, and we found the perfect tree to showcase the decorations we’ve had since our childhoods and throughout our marriage. Click.

 

  • This is the first Christmas the kids and I made cookies just to make them. The family had an intervention and let me know I give away everything, leaving nothing for them. I didn’t even think about it, honestly. So this year, I gave away next to nothing. Sure, my pants are paying the price, but the memories have been precious. Click.

 

  • This is also the first Christmas my husband took a weekend off just to make Italian cookies from his father’s recipes. The kids helped and they made great memories and cookies! Click.

 

  • Our college aged son celebrated the end of a grueling semester by taking an evening his dad and I were booked with meetings to spend time with his sister. They drove around the different developments looking at light displays, something I loved doing when they were younger (and they used to tease me!) Click.

 

  • We weren’t always home at the same time, but between us we watched all the Christmas movies we love plus saw a new-to-us one, The Star. Click.

 

  • Same for Christmas music. There were so many times between us where we put on a Christmas playlist and sat quietly in one of the rooms together. We either were in the living room with the live tree, or the family room with the artificial tree full of the child ornaments through the years. Click.

 

Through it, we’ve tried to be prayerful and thankful no matter what life looked like outside of those moments. It has been a wonderful season I’m so grateful for.

My challenge for you is if you’ve felt the last few weeks have been a stressful blur, slow down. Look for those mental moments you can capture into a memory. Discover a new tradition! Read Luke 2 Christmas morning. Something that gives you the opportunity to—Click.

Merry Christmas!

 

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I’m Dreaming Of…

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What are you dreaming of this Christmas? Living in Texas where it rarely snows, this Christmas and every other one, I’ve been dreaming of a white Christmas. The image of a snow-covered world at this special time of the year just seems like it would make the season perfect. But beyond a white Christmas that doesn’t seem possible for me, I’m also dreaming of a world filled with peace and love. A world where everyone cares for each other and there was no more sorrow, no more pain.

Though those things will probably not happen this Christmas, I know one day they will.

Revelation 24:4 says, And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

So this Christmas, what are you dreaming of? A chance to see loved ones you haven’t seen in a long time? A special gift? A white, or perhaps, warm Christmas? Whatever it is, I hope you get your wish.

 

Merry Christmas!

Mary Alford

 

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The Christmas Eucatastrophe

Opinion by Jim Denney

J. R. R. Tolkien, the creator of The Lord of the Rings, once wrote that his goal as a writer of fantasy was to provide for his readers an experience he called “the Consolation of the Happy Ending.” The consolation he spoke of is far more than the words “happily ever after.” It is an experience that only occurs when disaster seems certain and all hope is lost. Then, when we least expect it, Joy breaks through, catching us completely by surprise. Tolkien called that moment “a fleeting glimpse of Joy, Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.”

Tolkien coined a word for that moment of unexpected, un-hoped-for Joy in the midst of despair: eucatastrophe, a “good catastrophe.”  When evil falls and the righteous triumph, the reader feels a special kind of Joy — “a catch of the breath, a beat and lifting of the heart, near to (or indeed accompanied by) tears.”

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20 Northmoor Road, Oxford, England, home of J. R. R. Tolkien from 1930 to 1947; photo by Jonathan Bowen, used under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2.

Is the Joy of eucatastrophe just a literary device for manipulating the reader’s emotions? No. This same sudden glimpse of Joy, Tolkien wrote, can be found in our own world: “In the eucatastrophe we see in a brief vision . . .  a far-off gleam or echo of evangelium in the real world.” Evangelium is Latin for “good news,” the message of Jesus Christ.

Tolkien went on to compare the Christian Gospel, the story of Jesus Christ, to “fairy-stories,” the kind of fantasy tales (like Tolkien’s story The Hobbit) that produce the Joy of eucatastrophe, the consolation of the happy ending. The difference between the gospel story and fairy-stories, Tolkien said, is that the gospel is true: “This story has entered History and the primary world.”

“The Birth of Christ is the eucatastrophe of Man’s history,” Tolkien explained. “The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation. This story begins and ends in joy. It has pre-eminently the ‘inner consistency of reality.’ There is no tale ever told that men would rather find was true, and none which so many skeptical men have accepted as true on its own merits.”

TLTWTW-CSLOne of Tolkien’s closest friends at Oxford in the late 1920s was an atheist English professor named C. S. Lewis. Along with their friends Owen Barfield, H. V. D. Dyson, Nevill Coghill, and others, Tolkien and Lewis would talk about these ideas — the nature of myth, reasons for believing in God, was Jesus Christ the Son of God, and on and on. Lewis was the lone atheist in the group; the rest were Christians. Their conversations often took the form of debates, and even verbal jousts and battles.

During this time, Lewis was also reading books like Samuel Alexander’s Space, Time, and Deity and G. K. Chesterton’s The Everlasting Man — books that were leading him to doubt his atheist convictions. At around the same time, one of his atheist friends — “the hardest boiled of all the atheists I ever knew” — remarked to Lewis that the evidence for the historical reliability of the four New Testament gospels was “surprisingly good.” As Lewis wrote in his autobiography, “a young Atheist cannot guard his faith too carefully. Dangers lie in wait for him on every side.”

In the spring of 1929, Lewis went to his knees, prayed, and “admitted that God was God.” He was not yet a Christian. At that point, he had only converted to Theism, to belief in a personal God. He did not yet believe that Jesus was, in fact, God in human flesh. 

One night in September 1931, Lewis had a long, late-night conversation with Tolkien and Hugo Dyson. Tolkien argued his conviction that the Christmas story, the story of the birth of Christ, is a true mythic story that has entered our world and our history. Around three a.m., Tolkien was getting sleepy so he left Lewis and Dyson to continue their conversation for an hour or two longer.

Three days after that late-night conversation, on September 22, 1931, Lewis and his older brother Warren (or “Warnie”), decided to go to the Whipsnade Zoo, almost forty miles east of Oxford. Lewis rode in the sidecar of Warnie’s motorbike. In his autobiography, Lewis recalled, “When we set out I did not believe that Jesus is the Son of God, and when we reached the zoo I did.” Lewis was not thinking about any theological arguments as he rode to the zoo. He was simply enjoying the sunshine and the scenery — and when he arrived at the zoo, he discovered that, somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, he had become a Christian.

MereXianity-CSLBut even though he was not thinking during that ride about Tolkien’s argument for Christianity as a “true myth,” Tolkien’s idea was a key element in Lewis’s conversion to faith in Christ. He later said that the idea that altered his thinking and his worldview was this:

I was by now too experienced in literary criticism to regard the Gospels as myths. They had not the mythical taste. And yet the very matter which they [the writers of the gospels] set down in their artless, historical fashion . . . was precisely the matter of the great myths. If ever a myth had become fact, had been incarnated, it would be just like this. And nothing else in all literature was just like this. . . . And no person was like the Person it depicted; as real, as recognizable, through all that depth of time, as Plato’s Socrates . . . yet also numinous, lit by a light from beyond the world, a god. But if a god — we are no longer polytheists — then not a god, but God. Here and here only in all time the myth must have become fact; the Word, flesh; God, Man.[1]

Lewis was converted in large part by the Christmas Eucatastrophe, the “myth” of how the Creator God was born as a baby in Bethlehem, the “myth” that became not only historical fact but the central fact in the life of every believer. Because of those long conversations between J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis, the atheist professor was transformed into one of the greatest Christian writers of all time, the author of Mere Christianity, The Screwtape Letters, The Chronicles of Narnia, and The Space Trilogy.

In the “true myth” of the Christmas story — the Eucatastrophe of human history — we find the ultimate consolation and the happiest ending of all.
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Note: Next Saturday, I’ll post a very special column about the astonishing scientific evidence for the truth of the Christmas story. If you’ve never heard of this evidence before, I think you’ll be amazed and blessed. 

And don’t miss my interviews with Christian romance writer Robin Lee Hatcher (author of Who I Am With You and An Idaho Christmas: Past and Present), and Christian science fiction writer Kerry Nietz (author of Amish Vampires in Space and Fraught). Visit my website at Writing in Overdrive. See you there!
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  1. C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1955) 236.

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Note: Battle Before Time, the first book in my newly revised and updated Timebenders series for young readers, has just been released in paperback. Click this link to learn more.

And if you’d like to learn more about how to write faster, more freely, and more brilliantly than you ever thought possible, read my book Writing In Overdrive, available in paperback and ebook editions at Amazon.com. —J.D.

 

Jim Denney also blogs at Writing in Overdrive and Walt’s Disneyland

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Fun Christmas Giveaway (by Hannah Alexander)

Twelve novelists–including me–have decided to gang up–no, wait, that’s not the word–we have decided to come together in a spirit of fun and offer some blessed person a gift card for Amazon. I will be speaking live on Facebook today at 12:00 Mountain time (2:00 Eastern, etc…) at https://www.facebook.com/author.HannahAlexander/

Each of us will also be giving away a book to whomever makes a kind comment on the page either during or after the live facetime.

Come join us and have some fun. Our other authors are Cara Putman, Beth Vogt, Robin Lee Hatcher, Colleen Coble, Denise Hunter, Julie Lessman, Deborah Raney, Rachel Hauck, Katherine Reay, and Tamera Alexander. I’m number eleven in the line-up, and Julie Lessman is number twelve, but you can go back and view us all, find the clues we hold, and enter to win!

If nothing else, you’ll have a better idea about what we are like with our hair down, because we’re having a lot of fun with this and we love our readers.

Deadline for the contest is Dec. 13. You’ll be most welcome.

 

 

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Christmas 2018 by Tara Randel

Christmas(1)           I  wanted to take this time to wish all the wonderful readers of this blog a very Merry Christmas. It’s a beautiful time of the year to wish others well, spend quality time with family and friends and maybe surprise a special someone with a gift under the tree.

This year will be quiet for my family, but we’ll all gather on Christmas day to visit, share a meal and open presents. I hope you have a lovely day with your loved ones and are able to share with those less fortunate. After all, that’s the spirit of the season.

I’ve included an excerpt from my newest release, Our Christmas Promise. I hope you enjoy reading it. There’s nothing better than taking a few minutes out of the holiday rush to sit down with a book and escape into another world.

Merry Christmas!

Excerpt:

He picked Melissa up at the store at two-thirty to head up the mountain. Despite the heavy snow the night before, the roads had been cleared and a crowd had braved the frigid temperatures to mill around, waiting for the festivities to begin.

“Quite a turnout,” Melissa said, her smile as bright as the sun.

“My dad always draws a crowd.”

Her brow wrinkled. “Don’t do that. You deserve some recognition too. That maze didn’t paint itself.”

“Hope Dad doesn’t insist on going inside since I changed a few things from his original plan.”

Melissa hooked her hand through his arm as they trooped through the fresh snow. “You only made it better, Justin.”

“Says the woman who believes in everything I do.”

“Guilty.”

Her words made his chest squeeze tight.

Kids ran around, throwing snowballs and enjoying the cold weather with an innocence and joy only children possessed. As Justin and Melissa walked up to his parents, Ash Kincaid stepped forward to face the group.

“It’s long been a goal of mine to have a dedicated children’s area here at the resort. I’d like to thank James Caswell for his designs and the construction team who pulled it together.” He spread his arms out wide. “Welcome to the Blue Spruce Resort Christmas Zone.”

He’d barely stepped aside when about twenty kids, ranging in what Justin figured had to be ages five to thirteen, stampeded toward the golf course. Parents of the younger children followed close by, while the older children took their own paths. Feeling like a kid himself, Justin led Melissa toward the maze entrance, sidestepping children as they went.

Snow had gathered along the edges, but in no way impeded the children from making their way through the maze. Justin made sure the lights he’d previously set up were plugged in. Ohhs and ahhs from the first brave souls to enter the maze told him he’d been right about adding the blinking lights along the path.

“Care to join me?” he asked as Melissa stood beside him.

“Will we fit?”

“May have to bend down in some sections, but it’ll be fun.”

“You’re on.”

Taking her hand, they lowered their heads and went inside. The maze was a combination of the outdoors as they moved among the trimmed bushes, then to small covered areas of plywood. His North Pole drawings of a laughing Santa, busy elves lugging presents and the reindeer hooked up to the sled, were captured in the twinkling lights, adding a magical quality.

“Justin, this is beautiful,” Melissa said as they made their way along the twists and turns.

“I’ll be honest. When I started drawing, I didn’t think I’d get sucked up in the spirit. Guess you were right all these years when you tried to convince me Christmas Town holds a certain magic.”

She stopped. Made a show of cupping her ear. “What? Did I hear you say I was right?”

His breath caught in his chest as he viewed her smiling face. “You did.” He tugged her closer, as much as the narrow path would allow, and they continued through the maze. At one point when they reached a fork in the path, he stopped to ask, “Which way?”

Her face grew serious when she whispered, “You lead and you know I’ll follow.”

The gleam in her eyes told him that maybe the friends-only thing was off the table. He leaned into her, his eyes on her lips when a muffled cry caught his attention.

“What was that?” Melissa asked as she peered around the close quarters.

The cry came again, now mingled with loud, sharp breaths. Justin backtracked to the whimpering sounds. A little girl was hovering in the shadows, tears on her cheeks. Melissa hurried over and knelt before her.

“Oh, honey, are you okay?”

“I… l…lost my brother. He was ahead of me and then…he was gone.”

“You sweet thing.” Melissa wrapped a comforting arm around the small form. “What’s your name?”

“Molly.”

“You know what?” She pointed to Justin. “This man is my hero and I bet he can get us all out of here.”

“A…are you sure?”

She looked straight at him and said, “Without a doubt.”

Justin reached out his hand. “C’mon, Molly. Let’s show everyone how brave you are.”

Already knowing the layout of the maze, Justin had them in the frosty afternoon air in no time at all. When Molly saw her mother she ran over and hugged the woman’s legs.

“Looks like you saved the day,” Melissa said in a low voice.

He shot her a sidelong glance. “Hero, huh?”

She shrugged but tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled her closer, inhaling her sweet scent and savoring this special moment. They watched the children run around, content to remain on the sidelines.

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Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of nineteen novels. Family values, a bit of mystery and of course, love and romance, are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Look for her next Harlequin Heartwarming romance, HIS HONOR, HER FAMILY, available February 2019 and her Christmas Town story, OUR CHRISTMAS PROMISE, available now.  Visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/TaraRandelBooks. Sign up for Tara’s Newsletter and receive a link to download a free digital book.

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Father Brown versus Father Brown

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Watching the BBC’s Father Brown on Netflix on my computer.

Opinion by Jim Denney

I’ve been reading G. K. Chesterton’s Father Brown detective stories while also viewing the BBC television series Father Brown on Netflix. That’s probably a bad idea.

If I had simply watched the BBC adaptation without consulting Chesterton’s original tales, I would probably be satisfied with the BBC’s mostly harmless version of the priest-detective. But the BBC version of Father Brown, with its a cozy, escapist “Murder She Wrote” feel, suffers by comparison with Chesterton’s brilliant original.

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Illustration by Sydney Seymour Lucas from Chesterton’s The Innocence of Father Brown (public domain).

Chesterton’s stories have considerably more satirical bite and conviction. They express, with Chesterton’s trademark wit, his strongly held moral, spiritual, and social beliefs. We find a consistent moral concern expressed in both the Father Brown stories and in Chesterton’s works of Christian apologetics (Orthodoxy and The Everlasting Man) and social commentary (Eugenics and Other Evils).

For example, in his story “The Duel of Dr. Hirsch” (in Father Brown: The Complete Collection), Chesterton offers a portrait of a militant French atheist named Maurice Brun. Chesterton’s atheist character gained fame by waging a one-man war against the French expression “Adieu,” which commonly means “Goodbye,” but literally means, “I commend you to God.” Brun wanted to scrub the name of God (“Dieu”) from the French language by imposing a fine on citizens who said “Adieu,” and censoring the word from all French literature.

(This is an excellent example of Chesterton’s well-known ability to foretell the future of society. Chesterton’s Maurice Brun foreshadowed today’s militant “new atheists,” such as Richard Dawkins. In his bestselling book The God Delusion, Dawkins proposed that Christian parents who raise their own children in the faith are guilty of child abuse and should have their children removed from the home. In his own way, Dawkins, like Brun, seeks to scrub the name of God out of existence.)

In another story, “The Invisible Man,” Chesterton spun a tale about a murder that took place inside a building with a single entrance. Not only was the victim murdered, but the body was removed — seemingly under the noses of many witnesses. There were numerous bystanders around the entrance at the time of the murder, yet they all swore that no one went in or out of the building. How was that possible? The body had disappeared — and there were footprints in the snow on the stairs. Was the murder committed by an invisible man?

Father Brown solved the mystery when he learned that the footprints belonged to the mailman. The mailman walked right past the bystanders, went into the building, murdered the victim, stuffed the body into his large mailbag, and carried the corpse out without attracting any attention from the bystanders.

In this story, Chesterton was making an understated but incisive point: There are people in our society who are “invisible” men and women. They pass among us, they are human souls with needs and passions, and in our self-absorption we are oblivious to their existence. They are not people to us; they are just part of the landscape and beneath our notice. Chesterton wants us to stop overlooking the “invisible” men and women among us. He wants us to see them as people.

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Illustration by Sydney Seymour Lucas from Chesterton’s The Innocence of Father Brown (public domain).

Chesterton was fond of paradoxes — seemingly self-contradictory statements that reveal a deep truth. Father Brown is a walking (and bicycle-riding) bundle of paradoxes. He is a man who lives by faith, yet he solves crimes through the application of reason and logic to cold, hard evidence. Because he is a celibate priest, people often underestimate him, thinking he is sheltered and unaware of human passions and temptations — yet he demonstrates an unerring grasp of human sinfulness, worldliness, and depravity.

The BBC’s version of Chesterton’s Father Brown is winsomely portrayed by actor Mark Williams (best known as Arthur Weasley in the Harry Potter motion picture series, and as Brian, the father of Rory Williams, in the BBC series Doctor Who). The casting of the show’s various quirky characters is spot-on, especially Williams as Father Brown. He amiably wanders through each episode in a seeming state of preoccupation and bewilderment. No one suspects that behind that beatific smile, a calculating mind is assembling clues — click, click, click — into an airtight case against a suspect no one suspects.

Yet the BBC’s Father Brown would have horrified G. K. Chesterton on several levels. The BBC television writers repeatedly put words in Father Brown’s mouth that don’t belong there, and that violate everything Chesterton himself stood for. There are numerous examples, but I’ll just cite the worst example I’ve seen, from an episode called “The Eve of St. John.”

In that episode, a witches’ coven, led by a Wiccan high priest named Eugene Bone, moves into the village of Kembleford. When the local Christian clergy meet together and express their alarm over the presence of practicing witches in their midst, Father Brown speaks up — in defense of the witches.  

“Witchcraft,” says the BBC’s Father Brown, “is a spiritual path which is rooted in nature and the cycle of the seasons.” He adds that he expects “we have nothing to fear” from the coven. When one of the local ministers refers to the witches as “evil,” Father Brown says, “They worship other gods. It doesn’t make them evil.”

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Mark Williams as Father Brown. Photo by Adrian Beney, used under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license.

Chesterton’s Father Brown would never have defended witchcraft, idolatry (worshipping other gods), or any other practice that the Scriptures condemn. The Old Testament repeatedly and consistently condemns witchcraft in all its forms. It condemns King Manasseh of Judah because he “practiced divination and witchcraft, sought omens, and consulted mediums and spiritists. He did much evil in the eyes of the Lord, arousing his anger” (2 Chronicles 33:6).

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G. K. Chesterton, drawing by Paul Henry, 1904.

In Leviticus 19:31, God warned Israel, “Do not turn to mediums or seek out spiritists, for you will be defiled by them. I am the Lord your God.” And if worshiping other gods does not make the witches of Kembleford evil, as the BBC’s Father Brown would have us believe, then why is the First Commandment, “You shall have no other gods before me”?

Most episodes of the BBC series are a pleasant hour’s diversion, no more, no less. A few episodes, like “The Eve of St. John,” are so anti-Chestertonian and un-Christian that they are difficult to appreciate on any level. It’s hard (for me, at least) to enjoy watching a character spout nonsense that completely violates that character’s world-view.

If you really want to enjoy a good, mind-stretching, soul-enriching mystery, I recommend you stick with the genuine article, Chesterton’s one-and-only original Father Brown.

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Note: Battle Before Time, the first book in my newly revised and updated Timebenders series for young readers, has just been released in paperback. Click this link to learn more.

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Jim Denney also blogs at Writing in Overdrive and Walt’s Disneyland

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A Season of Giving

They say it is better to give than to receive. And isn’t it true? Giving someone that perfect gift can fill us with much more excitement than opening a gift ourselves.

On Tuesday I was at the mini mart and the cashier oohed and aahed over my Christmas purse – red with a green, plaid bow. She mentioned that her daughter would love it, since she recently acquired an interest in purses. I asked how old her daughter was and she said ten. We chatted for a few more minutes about it before I headed home.

What that lady didn’t know was that I just so happened to have a second purse like this at home, which I had never used. (That is another story!) I had thought about giving this purse away before. But because I loved it so much, I wanted it to go to the perfect home. Now I had an idea. I am sure you know where this is going. I wanted to give the second purse to the cashier for her daughter.

I don’t live too far from this store, and I mulled over the idea on the drive. My initial thought was to come back another day. But how was I to know what days and times this lady would work? Perhaps we wouldn’t cross paths again over the next few weeks.

And due to my introvert nature, I shy away from this sort of stuff. I am not one to put myself “out there.” Therefore, I decided it was best to just do it that day, if I was going to do it at all. Otherwise I would have time to talk myself out of it. I went home, retrieved the twin purse, and went straight back to the store. The lady was so delighted and said that her daughter would love it.

But what was even more astonishing was how ecstatic it made me as I headed home for a second time that day. And this prompted a decision. I decided to keep giving. From now on I will look for opportunities to bless others. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a gift, per se. It could be anything thoughtful, such as helping someone with a dreaded chore. The ideas are endless. But I think the key for me might be that it will have to be outside of my comfort zone. Sure I might help my husband clean up the garage, but I would do that anyway. So I will try I find things that are out of the ordinary for me. And I can’t wait to see what lies ahead!

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Dog Bones and Baby Jesus by Julie Arduini

I’m always on the lookout for the simple things around me that God might be using to show me something. Through the years I’ve learned He is my loyal defender thanks to dive bombing cardinals, and that my dread opening a can of biscuits is a bit like needing to be prepared for the return of Christ (long story.) Most recently, a new snow globe with our daughter’s name at the Salvation Army is His way of letting me know He sees and cares.

Today, it was dog bones and Baby Jesus.

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We have two Christmas trees downstairs. One is for the kids and contains all their ornaments through the years, a collection of memories and themes. Under the tree we have various nativity scenes from Veggie Tales to felt characters to an adult set. Our tree skirt is a beautiful, sparkly material my mom made years ago that looks like a gorgeous snow scene. For years I chased our cat, Gary, from using it as his seasonal residence where he’d also try to chew the fake needles and paw at the figurines.

This is our first year without Gary and I feel like he left last instructions with our four-year-old Chow Lab, Tucker. Tucker is a magnet to that tree skirt this year. If he can’t sneak to the back for a quick nap on the billowy softness, his new thing is to take his chew bones and leave them on the edge of the skirt.

At closer look, he’s leaving the bones with Baby Jesus.

I smiled at first, then realized beyond adorable, there’s a message there. At least for me.

Tucker is all about his bones. He’ll fight for them if he has to. But he took his most precious thing and laid it at the manger. Sure, he’s probably trying to get some tree skirt real estate, but the visual is what’s speaking to me.

Have you truly surrendered all?

Everything about my writing and speaking—even about my marriage and parenting—is built around surrender. I believe when we surrender what God’s asking us to through His Son, there’s freedom. My tag line is “Encouraging you to surrender the good, the bad—and maybe—one day the chocolate.” I’ve had to surrender things that weren’t sinful. I remember the day we moved away from everyone and everything I knew to start a new life in Ohio. Upstate NY wasn’t a bad thing, but I had to surrender it.

I’ve also been guilty of placing a burden on my husband that he can’t handle. Jesus truly needs to be my all, and too often, I withhold my “dog bones” of life from Him. Husband. Kids. Ministry. Loved Ones. Food.

There was a day we did have to place our most precious item at His feet. Our baby was dying and our rural hospital wasn’t equipped to treat her. The children’s hospital was two hours away and their ambulance had just left with another child. Our baby couldn’t be life flighted because they needed two teams to stabilize her and not everyone could fit. We had to wait for the ambulance to drive all the way to the children’s hospital AND drive all the way back to us. Once they arrived, I looked at the ambulance driver. He looked sixteen.

I called my best friend and we prayed. More like she called down the heavens and I sobbed. I could feel heaven and hell fighting for this child and I knew I had to leave her life, and possible death, into God’s hands.

It was the single hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

My hope is you never have to act on your faith like that, but seeing the dog bones at the manger was a good check in my spirit. Am I willing to surrender all to Him? Am I willing to give what He asks, when?

The praise is in our toughest situation, God healed her through doctor intervention and she is now a teenager. I know not every story ends that way, and I plan to spend half of eternity asking Jesus all sorts of questions.

For now, this Christmas season and beyond, I plan to challenge myself with visuals like the bones for Baby Jesus.

While I’m chasing the dog off the tree skirt.

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45869366_10156186345209858_6328016771668246528_nJust a reminder, A Christmas to Remember boxed set will no longer be for sale after December 31. This is a collection of eight Christian romances from Kimberly Rose Johnson, Valerie Comer, Elizabeth Maddrey, Ginger Solomon, Lindi Peterson, Deb Kastner, Janet W. Ferguson and me. This is a great Christmas gift, and at .99, you can snag one for you, too. It’s also free for Kindle Unlimited.

 

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A Baby Changes Everything

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I love this time of the year. All the Christmas decorations are up. Presents bought. Christmas cards are ready to mail. Now, it’s time to sit back and enjoy this most wonderful time of the year.

Christmas represents a time of new beginnings for me. A baby has a way of changing everything. The Babe born so lowly in a manger that Christmas morn certainly changed the course of humanity.

Though His birth seemed so uneventful to most of the world, can you imagine what the shepherds watching their flocks must have thought when the angels announced to them the birth of our Savior?

What must have been going through Mary and Joseph’s minds when the shepherds told them what they’d witnessed? I can imagine Mary and Joseph both remembering how the announcement of the Messiah had changed their lives already. Then, later, when the magi showed up with their gifts of gold frankincense and myrrh.

At this time of the year, I love to read the prophecies regarding the birth of Jesus and see all the ways God worked His plan of salvation out through human history. So miraculous.

So, before the Christmas frenzy begins at your house, take a moment to remember that little Baby in the manager and thank God for the Baby that changed everything.

Merry Christmas!

Mary Alford

www.maryalford.net

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Listening to the Spirit by Nancy J. Farrier

 

 

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As I’ve mentioned before, I take morning walks. I’ve done this for years, almost always alone – or without human company. I often use the time to pray, or to consider what I’ll be working on during the day. In the past few months I’ve had a couple of interesting experiences that gave me pause, and I thought I would share them with you.

 

In the spring, before we had finished moving back to Arizona, we were visiting and I went for a walk on a road where I used to walk. The dirt road follows the river near us and isn’t used much. Once in a great while I would see someone, usually hunters driving off to the hills to look for game.

 

The early morning was beautiful and the heat of the day hadn’t begun. So far, I hadn’t seen any wildlife. I was alone with my thoughts and perfectly content. Until, I heard a vehicle approaching.

 

Under normal circumstances, I would move to the side of the road and wait for them to pass. Because of the trees and undergrowth and the twists in the road, I couldn’t see the car yet, but could hear them coming. My heart began to pound. I broke out in a sweat. I had the overwhelming urge to hide. On the side of the road away from the river I noted a small trail. I raced up the path, around some dense brush and crouched down before the vehicle was within sight.

 

I held my breath as they drew closer. By this time, I was shaking and breathing as hard as if I’d run a long distance. The engine didn’t change as the car drew even with my hiding place. They weren’t moving fast but were going at a steady pace. I prayed so hard, unsure why I was so terrified. I am not easily scared and this made no sense to me. I’d seen people driving this road before and never felt the need to hide.

 

I didn’t leave my spot until the noise of the engine faded in the distance. Then I came out cautiously and hurried home, the fear receding as soon as the vehicle passed. I hadn’t seen the car or truck and had no idea of the make or color, or who might be driving. I filed away that odd incidence not sure what had happened and soon forgot the whole thing.

 

Two weeks ago, I was out hiking in the hills where I go now. I walk there every day and almost never see a person – and certainly never a vehicle. The terrain is very rough. Only a four-wheel-drive would be able traverse most of the road, some would be tough even for a four-wheel-drive. There hadn’t been any tire tracks since I’d started walking there so I knew it wasn’t.

 

At a point where I was about three miles from home, which means three miles from civilization, the sight of an oncoming vehicle surprised me. I stepped to the side of the road on the driver’s side of the vehicle and waited for them to pass. The driver stopped beside me and rolled down his window. The kids in the back rolled down their windows too. We chatted a few minutes and they offered me water, which I declined. They went on their way, and I continued on toward home.

 

On the walk home, I remembered that time months ago on the river road and the choking fear that came over me. This time there hadn’t been a hint of fear. None. Instead, I’d enjoyed the unexpected interaction and seeing the excitement on the children’s faces as they were headed off on an adventure.

 

Since then, I’ve spent time pondering the difference in these two experiences. I can’t shake the feeling that if I hadn’t listened to the inner nudge on the day I felt the fear, something horrible would have happened. I may never know the truth, but I do know something was off that day.

 

In the book of Acts, (13:4 and 16:7) the disciples are both sent out by the Holy Spirit and forbidden to go places by the guidance of the Spirit. I believe the Holy Spirit is instrumental in watching over me. Jesus sent Him as a comforter and to help us. I want to always be receptive to what He is saying to me. Sometimes, listening to the inner voice as the Holy Spirit speaks can be lifesaving. I am grateful for the fear that made me hide and that He is with me every step of the way.

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