Jesus Wept by Julie Arduini

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I chuckle when I read the title of this post. Years ago, when I was new in Christian faith, I helped out with youth group. Anytime, and I mean anytime we challenged the kids to memorize a verse or create a devotion and share it with us, they always went with one verse:

Jesus wept.

They chose it because it’s a short verse and it drove us crazy they did it every single time, but then, we decided to make them dive deeper. One of the teens, now a father of his own teens, really gave a great message on that verse.

Today, I have a message that came to mind as I mentored a young woman. I thought it it was such a game changer for us, perhaps it will encourage someone here, too.

The woman and I were sharing that we were brought up in homes where emotions weren’t openly expressed. As adults, it’s difficult for me to remember it’s okay to feel. I confessed to her it’s been such a trouble spot that I know it’s affected my health. I wanted her to know letting the feelings out is a good thing. It’s a God thing.

“Jesus wept. Weeping isn’t a little sniff, it is a full on cry. A snot fest. So if Jesus cries like that, why can’t you?”

When I wrote that, I felt like the words jumped off the page. Wept is a power word. To visualize Jesus in full emotions, expressing through active tears, is helpful. It reminds me Jesus didn’t stuff His feelings. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to confess you’re struggling.

I never felt free to do so, and even now, I struggle trying to stay stoic. But understanding Jesus wept gives me permission to release the tears when I feel them. Share. Lament. Anything but stuff them.

If you’re fighting a good cry because you believe it’s wrong, take it from Jesus. He wept.

And so can you.

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Here Comes Fall…

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With the official start of Fall less than 20 days away, it sure doesn’t feel much like it here in Texas. Even though the local weathermen are warning we have a long road ahead filled with many hot days still before we can enjoy those crisp cool mornings of autumn, I remain an optimist.

So today, I thought I’d share a little autumn beauty to get you in the mood.

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Are you feeling it yet?

Who’s ready for pumpkin patches!
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Pumpkin lattes
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Getting lost on a long walk.

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And Pumpkin Bread!

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I thought I’d share one of my favorite Pumpkin Spice Bread Recipe with you all.

Pumpkin Spice Bread Recipe

1 cup sugar

1 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup vegetable oil

1/2 cup smooth applesauce

3 large eggs

1 (15 oz) can solid pack pumpkin

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 1/2 cups wheat flour

2 teaspoons ground cloves

4 teaspoons ground cinnamon

2 teaspoons ground nutmeg

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter and flour two 9x5x3 loaf pans or muffin tins. Beat sugar and oil in a large bowl to blend. Mix in eggs, pumpkin, and apple sauce. Sift flour, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, baking soda, salt, and baking powder into another large bowl. Stir into pumpkin mixture in 2 additions.

Divide batter equally among prepared pans (muffin tins). Bake until tester comes out clean, about 1 hour for loaves, 20 min for muffins. Transfer to cooling racks and cool for 10 minutes.

Turn out onto racks and cool completely.

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A Puzzling Puzzle

My husband and I go through jigsaw puzzle kicks. Sometimes we will be in the mood to work on them. But other times we will go months or years without even looking at one. Right now we are on a kick. Over the past several weeks we have completed seven puzzles. We started on number eight, but it seems our interest has fizzled a bit with that one.

Interestingly, one of the puzzles we recently completed has a story to it. We started this puzzle once before a few years ago. We lived in a different home then. We had a folding table with a piece of white cardboard on top of it set up in our living room in front of one of the two sofas. We didn’t have a lot of time to dedicate to it. (You know, real life and all that!) Therefore the puzzle sat there for some time, as we tried to work on it here and there. This puzzle was one thousand pieces, with stunning colors in the sky above, a serene cabin, and an inviting lake.

There was also a streak of fog that sat between the sky and the lake. When we finished this section we discovered that there was a piece missing. The fog had a unique color which set it apart from the rest of the puzzle and made it easy to see that the piece we needed was not there. Multiple times we went through all the remaining pieces, we looked under the cardboard, we peeked in the cracks of the table, and we dug in the couch cushions. We looked everywhere, but to no avail. We finally moved the table into a different room, scratching our heads. Did the dog eat it? Did one of the kids do something with it? We were puzzled! (Sorry, couldn’t resist the pun!) Finally we put the puzzle pieces back in the box and gave up on it.

Many months later we decided to sell our home and move across town. One night we were in our new home watching TV. When we got up from the couch, what did we find on the tile floor? You guessed it – that missing puzzle piece! We couldn’t believe it. We were flabbergasted, to say the least.

The only explanation is that the piece was stuck in the couch. But it amazed us that it stayed there even when we moved. The couch had been moved into a pod, the pod was moved across town, and then the couch was moved from the pod into our new home. All that jostling and it stayed put.

When we found the piece, I marked the back of it, so that we would know which one it was. And I stuck it in the box. Luckily we had not trashed the puzzle yet! We found the piece almost two years ago, so it still took us time to get back to the puzzle. But now it is complete!

Maybe it’s the writer in me, but I wondered what lesson could be learned from this. Two things came to mind…

1 – No matter how lost a situation may seem, there is always hope.

Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. – Romans 12:12 NLT

2 – Have patience, wait upon the Lord and His timing.

Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord. – Psalm 27:14 NLT

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Braced for Chaos (by Hannah Alexander)

This huge tunnel is a drainage from a dam just a few hundred feet away. It empties into the Green River in a canyon in Utah. There are warnings along the river that it might suddenly rise by six feet. That’s scary when you’re hiking the river’s edge.

Of course, we were completing our hike when we saw this a few weeks ago, and we thought the signs along the trail about wearing life jackets were only for rafters. I still think they might have been, but as we considered it, we realized that a sudden increase in flow rate of the river would have likely swept us away. That’s one of the things about exploring a new place. You don’t always understand the hidden–or not so hidden–dangers.

For instance, two days ago we went hiking in the mountains. There were manmade signs on our route warning that this was moose country (I love Wyoming!). We had only ever seen one moose in the wild in our lives, and that was near the Rocky Moutain National Park several years ago. It was such a rare treat we didn’t really expect to see one again. Until we did. He was on our trail, and he was young–possibly young enough to have a mama nearby. We stood watching him in awe, then skedaddled back the way we had come. We are prepared for pretty much any kind of animal attack, but the thought of actually being forced to hurt an animal in any way, even in self-defense, was enough to make us move elsewhere, especially from a mama moose simply protecting her young.

Sometimes Mel and I get philosophical–some might call it maudlin–and consider how many times in our lives we’ve had a sudden surprise appear to sweep us off our foundation of confidence the way that river could have washed us away. We’ve lost a lot of loved ones. When parents or parent figures–such as grandparents, aunts and uncles, even cousins–are taken from us, it figuratively knocks our feet out from under us and we feel adrift. Not only do we suffer the loss of someone vital in our lives, but we lose part of ourselves. Wise counselors have said forever that we will recover from a loss, but I disagree. I don’t think we ever recover. We might set a new path, find a new normal, but my life has never been the same after a death of a loved one. That’s because the impact of that person’s life on me has counted. I want my new normal to honor that person’s influence.

Job changes, a move away from my hometown, the devastation of divorce, the dishonor of someone we once admired and depended on, betrayal by a friend, all can knock us sideways and send us tumbling. So many things in life can change the flow for us. That’s when we discover that our only foundation can be Christ. Yes, I know we can blame Him for the pain and surprises and loss in our lives, but really, how can we blame Him unless we believe? In other words, even if we are angry with God, He’s still our foundation, and we believe He is the one allowing these losses. If He is allowing them, then He can hold onto us as we go through them, and He will be there for the next loss, and the next.

It would seem that I’m saying to use faith in Christ as a life jacket for our virtual flooded rivers but it’s much more than that.

See this tree? It’s in the river. See this rock? The tree is growing out of it. This is how I see myself in Christ. Even if the river washes over this tree, it clings to the rock.

When life knocks me down, I grab onto the only foundation that is firm, and that is Christ. How I wish I were better about grasping that Foundation every day. I do believe that life’s hardships are there to build our faith, strengthen us, refine us. We just don’t like it. From experience, however, I have discovered that this foundation in Christ never lets me down, no matter how I feel about it at the time, no matter how I react. This thought, alone, keeps me calmer than I might have been.

Life is always going to surprise us. We can become bitter, or we can allow it to work for us, to grow us into something more, to increase our faith and our hope and our love. We can also allow it to increase our dependence on Christ. The greatest of these is love.

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Joyful Worship by Tara Randel

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There is one week left in August. One week! Where did the time go?

If you look out the window, you might already see school buses picking up children as they head back to school. I remember the first day of school being a magical day, not when I was a kid, but as a parent with young children. Savoring the quiet that came the first morning they went off to school was special. No television, no radio, no video games. Sweet, sweet silence. Those mornings soon became the time I spent with God and I loved every moment. But by the end of the day, I was ready for the girls to come home and make noise. It was music to my ears.

I try to imagine how God listens to our worship, whether silent or if we make a joyful noise. Does he relish those moments when we reflect on him and the wonderful things he has done in our lives? Or feel the depths of our worship when we sing all praise, honor and glory from the depths of our heart? I believe he does. Worship is a beautiful time spent giving our all to the Lord. So this morning I want to give you an opportunity to worship the father as you read these Psalms.

Psalm 92: 1-8

It is good to praise the Lord
and make music to your name, O Most High,
 proclaiming your love in the morning
and your faithfulness at night,
 to the music of the ten-stringed lyre
and the melody of the harp.

 For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord;
I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
 How great are your works, Lord,
how profound your thoughts!
 Senseless people do not know,
fools do not understand,
that though the wicked spring up like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they will be destroyed forever.

 But you, Lord, are forever exalted.

Psalm 73: 23-26

Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.

Psalm 100: 1-5

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
 Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.

 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
 For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of eighteen 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 new Harlequin Heartwarming romance, THE LAWMAN’S SECRET VOW, 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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Time’s Flying

By Marilyn Turk

Everyone’s talking about “back to school” these days. If you’re familiar with Facebook, you’ve seen all the back to school pictures lately as proud (and tired) parents send their children on to the next grade.

Many of you may know that my husband and I are raising our grandson Logan. Last week, we put him on the bus that stops in front of our house and sent him off to the first day of fourth grade. Our neighborhood has many young families with children, so we get to meet them all at the bus stop. Of course, we’re the oldest people out there, in fact, we have children the age of the parents of these youngsters.

Logan, first day PreK

Since I’m remiss about such things, I had to see those parents taking pictures of their children on their first day of school to remember to take one of Logan on his first day. When I went back inside the house, Facebook showed me a picture we’d taken of him on his first day of Pre-K, five years ago.

A lot of thoughts ran through my head as I looked at the picture—how much he’d changed in the last five years for one. But another that occurred to me was that when he first moved in with us, we had no idea how long he would stay. And now, five years later, we still don’t know.

In the meantime, we wonder what positive effects we’ve had on him. When he came to live with us, his early life had been one of chaos, and we’d prayed for him to be raised in a godly home. Little did we know, God would answer that prayer by sending him to us.

We’ve attempted to teach him godly values. We’ve brought him to church regularly and tried to live our lives in a godly manner. However, we’re not perfect, and sometimes we’ve been tired or angry or frustrated dealing with a young, strong-willed child. People tell us what a great thing we’re doing for our grandson, but we wonder if he’ll think so someday? Will he remember any of the good things we taught him or not?

Recently, my husband admitted frustration because he was not seeing the fruit of our labor, and I had to remind him that living with us was the best place Logan could be during this time of his life. But sometimes we don’t see the results we’d like to see, and we just have to trust God to make sure our efforts have not been in vain. In fact, we may never see the effects of our time with our grandson because we may not live long enough to see how he turns out.

On the other hand, something happened recently to give me hope. My middle son, now in his 30s, is very musical. He has a music room in his home with a keyboard, several guitars and a violin. Although he was in middle school band, he chose not to go into the high school band. However, his interest in music has continued to the point where he’s formed his own bands (for fun) and writes his own music. I assumed he learned how to read music when he was in band and said so recently. Whereupon he responded, “No, Mom. You taught me how to read music on our piano when I was little.”

Logan, 1st day 4th grade

I vaguely remember that happening. With three boys and working full-time, I sometimes played hymns on our old upright piano just to relax. He asked me to teach him how to play, and I tried, but didn’t think he had learned, as patience was in short demand in our busy household. But he did learn. And all these years later, he’s still using what I taught him. I’m still in shock that the few lessons I gave him actually stuck.

So, we head back to school again, hoping and praying this year will be a good one for all three of us. And that my husband and I can understand the homework.

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9

 

 

 

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What’s in a Name?

When I was young and working in Denver, I met a new friend at church, and we hit it off right away. We both needed to economize, so we decided to share an apartment. Then she invited me to double date with her and her boyfriend by going out with his roommate. I was reluctant. After all, I’d always said I would never date, and especially not marry, a redheaded man or one with a “funny” or peculiar last name. So some redhaired guy named David Gouge didn’t appeal to me at all. I mean, how do you even pronounce that last name? Gowj? Gorge? Goog? George? But at my roomie’s pleading, I finally agreed. To my surprise and delight, it turned out David was tall, cute, hardworking, and, best of all, funny.

1 WeddingPicture1965For a week or so, we went out almost every night. You know, the usual things: dancing, movies, house hunting. What? House hunting? Oh, I forgot to say that my roomie and her beau had been dating since high school and he really wanted to marry her, hence the house hunting…with David’s and my help, of course. Pretty soon it was very clear to David and me…and my roomie…that her beau wasn’t the right guy for her. By the end of two weeks, even he could see they weren’t compatible, so they broke up.

But that funny, handsome, redhaired David? He kept on calling to ask me out. And I kept on saying “yes,” even when he asked me to marry him!

We were married on June 11, 1965, just two and two-thirds months (82 days!) after we met. That was just over fifty-three years ago. Above left is our wedding picture.

David in Uniform after WarSince that day, we’ve written quite a family history. We were still working in Denver when David was drafted into the army and I found out I was pregnant with our first child. He went off to basic training, and I moved to southern Colorado to live with my parents. Our daughter Jane was born in 1967. David was sent to Viet Nam, but God brought him safely home. At right is his picture in his 101st Airborne army uniform. He started to work with my father, a professional photographer. We had three more children: Christopher, Timothy, and Sarah. In time, we felt the call of God on our lives, and in January 1980, we moved to Florida so David could attend Bible college.

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The sunshine state of Florida is quite different from mountainous Colorado. But after thirty-eight years of living here, we are happy to call this place home. At left is our family portrait taken in 1977, a few years before we moved to Florida.

In June 2015, we celebrated our fiftieth wedding anniversary. Pretty good for a couple that almost wasn’t, all because of my prejudices against red hair and peculiar last name.1 David & Louise in front of cake table

Each of our four children has a smidgeon of that red in her/his hair (from strawberry blonde to rich auburn), and I’ve come to regard it as my favorite hair color. I even dyed my hair red for a few years!

As for that “funny” last name, today when people inevitably mispronounce it, we say, “It rhymes with Scrooge.” Now that’s funny!

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How I Spent My Summer by Julie Arduini

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I know, it’s still August. However, I have one child already in his first week of his fall semester, and the second child starts Monday. I’ve seen a couple leaves in transition and I already bought cider.

Time for fall, am I right?

Before I move too fast, I thought I would share some of my summer with you. I didn’t get as much writing in as I hoped, but I do have an update I’ll share.

  • Returned to my hometown to visit my mom. Spring had been a lot harder than I imagined, so the getaway was good.

 

  • Played with our two grandsons who came to Ohio for July 4th. They both turned one.

 

  • Hosted a party for “strong women.” On a night I had the house to myself, I invited a few women over who I know get things done. Serve. And will tell you they are fine when perhaps they aren’t. I know, because I am one of those. I felt a “God-nudge” to offer them a respite, if only for a night. We had a great evening, and I hope this catches on. We need to check on our strong women. Men, check on the strong men. It’s so important.

 

  • Vacationed in Branson, Missouri. This is the furthest west I’ve traveled in the US. The Ozarks are beautiful and we really enjoyed our stay. Sadly, we were there the week of the Duck Boat tragedy. In fact, we had been on that lake exactly 24 hours before the accident. I keep thinking about the families.

 

  • Our son turned 20. How is this possible? He also has a new job and girlfriend. This has been a great summer for him.

 

  • Served with VBS. If I hear that shark song one more time…

 

  • My dearest friend from Upstate NY who has known me since kindergarten came for a visit with her son. We can pick right back up and talk until 2am as if it’s been hours since our last chat, not months. God is good.

 

  • Our daughter turned 15. If our son’s birthday didn’t throw me into a tailspin, this does. Her first year was critical, I still remember our doctor at the time assuring me she would live to see that first birthday. Her toddler years were full of therapies and appointments, so when school started, time really flew. Here we are. Wow!

I’m sure I’m forgetting things, but we definitely kept busy. I finished my novella for the upcoming Christmas boxed set. I can’t say much yet, but I am so excited. These are authors from Inspy Romance and among my favorites that I enjoy as a reader. Pre-orders should be available in mid-September and I promise you will get all the details from me then.

I will say this much about my contribution: It’s set in Geneseo Valley, NY, a fictional village I created as a tip-of-the-hat to my college years at the real Geneseo, pronounced Jen-uh-see-oh. It involves surrendering grief and betrayal. If you love Christmas stories, I think this boxed set is going to be fantastic. Stay tuned!

How about you? What was your summer like? Feel free to comment or find me on social media @JulieArduini. I would love to connect with you!

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The Story Behind The Story

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Do you love Amish Christmas romances as much as I do? There’s something about them that fills my heart with a longing for simpler times. In AMISH CHRISTMAS WISHES, Hannah Christianson is facing her first Christmas without her beloved father. The childhood desires of her heart to have a family of her own must be put on hold while Hannah takes care of her younger brother and sister. But then, as God sometimes does, He sends an unexpected stranger into her life, rekindling those dreams, and bringing with them a hint of something darker. A mystery from her past that’s been waiting for years to be revealed.

Banned Amish dairy farmer Mason Lambright is running from allegations that brand him a murderer when he stops in at Mission Valley, Montana, desperate to reclaim his place in the Amish world once more.

Will this Christmas bring peace of mind and hope to these two lost souls? I think you will find a happy ending is in store for AMISH CHRISTMAS WISHES.

Now, let me tell you a little about the Amish community of Mission Valley near St. Ignatius, Montana. There are two church districts spread out along the base of the Mission Mountains, and, surprisingly, this is the only Amish community in the US located on tribal lands. The Amish settlement in Mission Valley sits on the Flathead Indian Reservation.

Delicious Christmas treats are a staple of an Amish Christmas. The women bake Christmas cookies for their families and to share with carolers or at the local school’s Christmas program.

In Amish Christmas Wishes, Hannah prepares her Aenti’s favorite Christmas cookie recipe and Mason pitches in. I thought I’d share one of my favorite recipes for Amish Christmas Cookies with you here. I hope you have as much fun making then as Hannah and Mason did.

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Amish Christmas Cookies Recipes

Ingredients

• 1/2 cup butter

• 1 cup brown sugar

• 1 egg beaten

• 1 cup light molasses

• 4 cups all-purpose flour

• 1 tsp baking soda

• 1/4 tsp salt

• 1 tsp cinnamon

• 1 tsp ground cloves

• 1/2 tsp nutmeg

Instructions

1.Cream butter and sugar. Mix in egg and molasses.

2.Sift dry ingredients together and stir into egg mixture.

3.On lightly floured board, roll out dough and cut into shapes with cookie cutters. Place on greased cookie sheets. Bake in 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) preheated oven for about 10 minutes.

 

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An Interesting View by Nancy J. Farrier

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I enjoy taking long walks in the mornings. I live in a rural area of the Sonoran Desert I walk a loop that is over five miles along a remote dirt track. There are no houses or people. It’s quiet, a great time to think about my writing, to pray, or to listen to an audiobook.

 

The area where I walk is a lot of uphill and downhill with rocks, brush, and cactus. I have to watch my step or I end up with spines that go through my shoe into my foot. (Yes, that is the voice of experience speaking.)

 

A few days ago, I was traipsing down a hill about two miles from home when some of the rocks rolled out from under my foot. I tried to catch my balance, but the slope was steep and the terrain didn’t cooperate. I ended up turned around, upside down and sliding downhill on my back. I didn’t slide far and wasn’t really injured, although the rock poking into my shoulder blade would leave a sore spot and my scraped elbow would throb all the way home.

 

My first thought, as I gazed up through the Palo Verde tree above me was, “that’s an interesting view.” I picked myself up from the dirt, dusted off, picked up my phone and continued toward home. As I walked, I pondered some thoughts about why this happened. Why any difficulty happens.

 

Psalm 37:23 came to mind—“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.” (NKJV) If God is directing my steps, wasn’t He watching where I was going? Didn’t He know those loose rocks were there? Of course, He did. Sometimes, God allows me to take a tumble. My response should not be one of anger or indignation.

 

I have learned over the years to always ask God what He wants me to learn when I’m going through a difficult time. Every time I ask, He is faithful to let me know the lesson he has for me. Sometimes, I don’t want to learn, but as I listen and submit to His perfect will, the instruction is always worthwhile.

 

This time I was reminded that God is in control, and He does watch out for me. I could have fallen in a much steeper spot or over a cliff. I wasn’t hurt, when I could have hit my head on one of those rocks. God was right there taking care of me.

 

I think the best thing I learn from my various trials is compassion for others. I know what it feels like to fall, and not just on that hill. II Corinthians 1:3,4 says, “…God … who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” (NKJV)

 

Sometimes I hear of someone going through a sickness, or death, or loss, and said, “I’ve been there, I understand what they are feeling.” When this happens, I have been given a gift of knowing how to pray for that person. I can pray for that young widow who lost her husband unexpectedly. I can pray for the person who loses someone to cancer. I can take my past hurts and put that empathy to good use by praying for, or helping, someone else.

 

I also use these experiences in my writing. I can accurately describe what it feels like to have your world turned upside-down and end up with a rock poking in your back. When I speak, I use these illustrations to connect with people. We have all been in difficult places and my candid sharing breaks down barriers and gives common ground. This can also be done in a small circle of friends. It is a way to relate to one another and share the goodness of God.

 

The second thought that went through my mind after that fall was, “Thank you, Lord, that this is a remote area, and I won’t have to see an embarrassing video posted on Facebook.” See? There was a good side to that fall.

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Looking for a Western Romance?

Lyn Cote here- I have one for you.

Journey to Respect

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Some call him half-breed and all call her a lady. Few in 1825 would judge them equals~

Rafe McKuen, the son of an Osage chief’s daughter and a successful American fur trader turned planter, has one foot in each world. Since childhood, he’s visited his mother’s tribal camp near St. Louis. And at his father’s New Orleans Plantation, he’s the “invisible” but beloved son. Where will he make his home–in which world?

Miss Eve Holcombe is an Eastern beauty with influential relatives. Her father’s unexpected and sudden announcement that they are going West startles Eve and worries her. Why, she asks. But her father has a secret and a plan he won’t reveal. He insists she trust him and what other choice does she have? If she stays in the East, her ambitious aunt will try to marry her off to her aunt’s advantage.

Both Rafe and Eve are on a journey, a Journey to Respect. But such journeys are rarely uncomplicated or without dangers. And falling in love is the most dangerous of all.

For more info, click here.–It’s on sale now for 99 cents.–Lyn Cote

 

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An Assault on the Bride of Christ

Opinion by Jim Denney

Brace yourself.

This is going to be different from the usual sort of post I write for this blog. Recent headlines have triggered memories and emotions from a long time ago. I don’t need to mention the headlines. You’ve seen them, too.

But those memories?

A long time ago, I had a friend. Call him Pastor Smith. He led a large church in a major American city. Pastor Smith was a dynamic speaker whose preaching attracted many new people to the church. His message was biblical and evangelical. In person, he seemed charming and genuinely humble.

I knew Pastor Smith for more than ten years, and I got to know him well — or at least, I thought I did. I would have bet my life on Pastor Smith’s integrity. And I would have lost that bet.

One day, a friend called and told me a scandal was about to become public. A number of women had filed a lawsuit against Pastor Smith. My first response was denial and disbelief. It couldn’t possibly be true. I knew this man. I trusted him.

But it was true. Within weeks, the scandal was a front-page story in the newspaper.

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Photographer: Nils Fretwurst, 2005.
Used under terms of GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 or any later. 

Two of the women suing Pastor Smith were friends of mine. I learned that a number of people in the church had known about Pastor Smith’s sexual exploitation of women in the church — and they had covered it up. They didn’t want to discipline Pastor Smith. They just wanted to hush it up and pressure Pastor Smith to move to another church.

They didn’t care if he claimed more victims at another church. All they cared about was keeping the scandal from blowing up at their church.

I met with Pastor Smith after the scandal broke. He said, “Jim, what I did was wrong, but at least the relationships I had with these women weren’t sexual relationships.”

“What do you mean? They weren’t sexual relationships? If nothing sexual took place, then why are you being sued by these women?”

He hemmed and hawed, and finally explained what he meant. I’ll spare you the lurid details, and just say that he used the same verbal dodge that President Clinton used when he said, “I never had sexual relations with that woman.” What Pastor Smith did with these women was definitely sexual — but he wanted me to go out and tell people it wasn’t.

He also said, “At least I wasn’t going out and meeting prostitutes.”

That statement jolted me. I didn’t know how to answer it at the time, but I later wished I had said, “No, what you did was worse. You preyed on women in the church when they were hurting and vulnerable. You exploited women who came to you for counseling. If you’re going to commit adultery, better you do it as a business transaction with the prostitute then sexually exploiting women in the church, the Bride of Christ.”

I wish I had said that to him. I wish I had thought of it at the time. So let me say to you what I wish I had said to him.

If you are a pastor or a church elder or someone in authority in the church, and you are committing sexual sins against the people in your care — STOP.

Stop right now. Repent of it. Confess it to someone in authority. Resign your position. Never seek a position of authority in the church again.

If you, as a leader in the church, have had a sexual relationship outside of your marriage, you are disqualified from church leadership. Read the qualifications for church leadership in 1 Timothy 3, especially verse 2: “Now the overseer is to be above reproach, faithful to his wife, temperate, self-controlled, respectable . . . .”

There is no wiggle room, no compromise, no exception in that verse. I’m not saying you can’t serve God. I’m not saying you can’t be forgiven. I’m not saying you’re washed up as a Christian. But I am saying that you are no longer qualified to be a leader (“overseer”) in the church. That’s what the Bible clearly says.

If you have been in an immoral relationship with a church leader — STOP.

Stop right now. Repent of it. Confess it to someone in authority. Seek counseling. It doesn’t matter whether your relationship with that church leader is mutual and consensual, or if that church leader is a manipulator and a predator. The relationship must stop. The sin must stop.

No matter how you may rationalize it, no matter how the church leader may excuse it, it is sin and it must stop.

If you know of a church leader who has engaged in this kind of behavior, don’t make excuses for him. Don’t defend him. Don’t try to get a “fallen” church leader back into the pulpit. Don’t blame or attack his sexual partners. Yes, they are responsible to God for their own actions. But in many cases, they are victims of a church leader — a spiritual authority figure — who manipulated them into thinking their sin was “no big deal” or that “God will understand and forgive.”

The church is the Bride of Christ and the apostle Paul said, “Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the Word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless” (Ephesians 5:25-27).

I hope any church leader reading these words would think seriously, soberly, and fearfully before daring to tempt the Bride of Christ to sin.

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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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Lyn Cote Asks- Do you Read More in the Summer?

Or Less? I mean we hear a lot about “summer beach reads” and I do have friends who take my books on vacation (or they say they do! 🙂 I don’t think I read more or less in any season–about the same pace throughout the year. In case you didn’t know, authors start out as avid readers so most of us are addicted to books. If I find a book that I really like, I read it in a day or two. (My own writing does get in the way of my reading habit. Darn.)

The secret is finding a book that grabs me and sucks me in. I know you know what I mean since you visit this site seeking such books! So have you found a good book lately?–Lyn Cote

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Book Review: Inside Out and Upside Down

Hello, friends! I recently read a fabulous book that I wanted to tell you about – Inside Out and Upside Down: How Intimacy With Jesus Changes Everything by Jennifer Hayes Yates. This is a seven week Bible Study which will immerse you into the Word. I don’t know about you, but I could always use more time in the Word!

This book contains six readings per week. The first five are intended to be read over the course of five days and they are true Bible Study format. The author references Bible verses, but asks the reader to look each one up. I love that because it has the reader engaging in the Word, which will in turn bring more power and insight to the reader. And it also allows the reader to use whatever version of the Bible that they are most comfortable with.

The sixth reading of the week is reserved as a weekend devotional. It amazed me how the author was able to change the tone in the sixth reading. The first five readings were constructive and filled with multifaceted lessons. However, when we get to the weekend devotional, the reader now has a feeling of rest. The pace has slowed down and you are able to soak in all that you learned throughout the week. Also during the weekend devotional, the author includes Bible verses. But this time she provides the text and doesn’t ask the reader to look them up. The weekend devotionals are a soothing and peaceful way to wrap up each week.

This book is packed full of valuable tidbits. One particular thing that really hit home was how much God wants to have a relationship with His children. Unfortunately, many Christians have a strained perception of religion. Perhaps we were taught that we had to follow certain rules, guidelines, and rituals. Or maybe we have gone to church, but left it there at the door when we exited the building. Whatever the case may be, countless Christians today are missing out on a precious gift – having a relationship with God. In this book, the author shows us how God has always wanted to have a relationship with us from the very beginning. When we begin to see God’s desire, we also begin to truly see God’s heart. And perhaps for the first time, we will be able to step into that relationship with our arms wide open.

The book also talks about the world we live in versus the Kingdom we belong to. We have a calling on our lives which doesn’t line up with the ways of this world. From the time when Jesus walked this earth through present day on this earth – Christians are hit with much adversity. We learn that there are costs for following Jesus. But those costs are very much outweighed by the rewards. And ultimately this leads us to a decision. We are not of this world. But we have an opportunity to positively impact this world. This book prompts the reader to be the light of the world and the salt of the earth that Jesus talked about.

Reading this book has been an amazing journey for me. I think it will be for you as well. Whether you are a seasoned Christian, a new Christian, or someone who hasn’t quite taken that leap yet – I believe you will get some valuable insight out of this book. Here is the link where you can find it on Amazon. Happy Reading!

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Blow-out (by Hannah Alexander)

This weekend has been our first time for company in our new home, so the past couple of days have been a big deal for us. Having family made it easy and so much fun. We had a guided tour of the old prison (freaky in the hanging room and the gas chamber) and discovered that most museums and several stores are closed on Mondays. Even the shooting range was closed. But what we didn’t do was go hiking. I wanted our company to return sometime in the future, and I have certain weaknesses. I get started walking and cannot stop.

If you’ve read many of my posts, you know I’m a hiking fanatic. I have sought out trails since I first learned to walk and my poor mother had to keep up with me to make sure I was safe. Now Mel has to do it. He takes his job seriously.

Last week I told him I’d love to take a “short stroll” in the desert to test out my new backpack (yay!). That short stroll turned out to be maybe six miles–not far by my standards. We even found the signs for the Continental Divide Trail. It was an exciting day for me. For Mel, too, because despite the short distance, his hiking boot flew apart.

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We were glad that it was close to the end of the trail, because it’s difficult to hike with a blown boot. Especially bad when pebbles congregate in said boot.

Collecting rocks the hard way

When he emptied out his boot later at home, I felt sorry for him. He had toughed it out like a real man. In fact, he continued to wear those boots–along with the rocks– while we went target practicing immediately after our hike.

Mel now has new boots and so do I. I’m yearning for another stroll out in the desert. Maybe tonight as the sun sets, so I can’t keep him out too long.

When’s the last time you took a stroll on the wild side and explored the wilderness? Check it out and take a few deep breaths. Just remember to wear the right shoes for the occasion.

 

 

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