Saturday, October 24, 2015

This blog entry was written for ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers) It is written for writers, but it can just as well hold merit for anyone who needs to "get ir done"!

What Inspires Us

       I’m making an assumption here, but I believe we all need to be inspired by something when we first put pen to paper – or fingers to keys, as the case may be. Whether it’s a deadline looming, the proverbial sunrise making it’s entrance on a new day, or simply wanting 30 minutes of alone time with a cup of tea to ponder ideas, there is always something that pushes us forward to write. Whatever it is, there’s usually a je ne sais quoi moment when the light bulb goes on. And when that happens, it’s awesome. However…when the light bulb is dim or has no electric current running through it, what is a person to do? Stick their finger in a socket? I think not.
       If you are one of the lucky ones whose brain turns on like a switch, and your fingers begin tapping across the keyboard like a woodpecker searching for bugs on a tree, then kudos to you.  I, on the other hand, am more like a sloth making his way up a tree trunk in search of a new branch of leaves. In the end, it doesn’t really matter how we get there, as long as we get there.
       I have two things that work for me. First I ask the Lord to give me guidance and wisdom everyday, whatever task I am facing. Then I set about doing it. Seriously, if I have something to write that needs done I go into military mode or Nike mode. You know, just “get it done”.  I sit down and I don’t let myself get up until a spark of an idea has grown into a full-blown fire, even if it’s a sloth like fire. I will steal slightly from the US Postal Service Creed. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this courier from her swift completion of her appointed round. And, if I may add, even a bladder full of hot tea!
       This course of action may not work for everyone, bit I’ve found through the years if you look for excuses to not “get it done” you will always find them. I am not talking just about writing here. I am talking about everything in life. From cleaning windows, to picking up fall leaves, to making a date to go ice-skating while you still can.  If you put off life until a moment inspires you, then you may miss the inspiring moment. And life is full of them. I just recently cleaned my kitchen windows only to look up and catch a hummingbird hovering, it’s wings beating around 80 times per second, staring back at me. Wow. I stood motionless in wonder at Gods creation. If I hadn’t made an appointment with myself to get the windows done look what I would have missed. Everyday, every hour, every second is full of God galvanizing moments that should not only spark writing ideas, but should ignite a love for the life the Lord created for us, dirty windows and all. 

Friday, September 18, 2015

God of Amazing

(It's 6 minutes, (CLICK ABOVE)  but well worth the watch and listen!)

Also, a new christian song sung by a daughter of friends of mine. Beautiful song, beautiful voice. Here, in her own words, is how it came about. Enjoy listening, but hopefully you'll think about purchasing it from iTunes, like I did.

Hello friends & family!
I'm so excited to share my latest project with you! :-) Here's the backstory in a nutshell:
I had the privilege of leading worship for the Heartbeat International conference in April, with my favorite teammate, Rachel Hurt. (Heartbeat is a Christian pro-life organization with a worldwide network of pregnancy help centers.) A couple months prior, I had attended a worship & prayer event here in Nashville & heard a brand new *amazing* song written by the worship leader... and thought, "that is our theme song for Heartbeat!!!" :-) He gave his blessing for us to lead the song at the conference, and the over 1,000 attendees fell in love with it, just as I did! People kept asking for the song but it wasn't available anywhere... so... I got permission to record it myself, and it is now finally available!!! 

Love & Blessings,

Tuesday, August 11, 2015


The Lost Art of Hand Writing

Stone, clay, copper, silver, parchment and papyrus were all used to write upon during biblical times. I can’t even begin to imagine the tedium in writing just a quick note to a friend. If I had to produce the clay or cut down the reeds to make the papyrus, I would probably forgo any written communication. I’ve read it took Paul, or Paul’s secretary, when writing to the Thessalonians, about 11 sheets of papyrus and 20 hours to complete. Let’s put that more succinctly. If when I finish this blog, and its approximately 500 words, then it would take me more than 4 to 5 hours to finish. Good grief, Charlie Brown! I will try never to complain again about having a writing deadline.

Of course that informational excursion led me to ponder how beautifully our Declaration of Independence and Constitution were written. The penmanship was almost like a piece of art. Again, I wonder how much writing would I, or could I do with my carpel tunnel wrist, if I had to handwrite with quill pen and ink? Hmm? When typewriters were invented the ease of writing became much more fluid. I have to admit I own 2 of them. I will pound at the keys just to hear the lovely clickety click, but again, much more time consuming than a computer. The ease of writing has made written communication quicker and more immediate, but what has been lost in the translation of being expedient? When I read texts, mine included, I sometimes gasp at the errancy of it all.

When once in a blue moon, which by the way happened last month, I receive a handwritten letter, it’s almost like receiving a Christmas or birthday gift. I know it took effort and time and care. I can picture the individual sitting down and thoughtfully creating the words as they move their pen along the page. It’s like seeing a bit of history in the making. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for my laptop and for the multitude of blogs and books and articles I can read and or write at the push of a button, but some days I long for a beautiful well thought out hand written note. Imagine the world without the 278 written words that began with, “Four score and seven years ago…” When I see the original online version, I try and picture Lincoln on the long train ride to Gettysburg and wonder about all the thoughts going through his head in that moment. That doesn't seem to happen too often when I’m reading things written in Times New Roman or Sans-serif.

After all is said and done, I will continue to open up my laptop and tap away, but every once and a while, like this afternoon, I think I will pull out a piece of pretty stationery and write a quick note to a friend or relative. Write on dear friends; write on.

Writing: A Gift From the Lord

Writing. I can’t speak for anyone else, but for me to put my thoughts on paper is a driving force. However, if no one reads my words, is it like the proverbial tree in the forest – when it falls, does it really make a sound? If no one else reads my words, then what good are they? Do they make a difference? Perhaps every writer, famed or not, feels this way.

The Lord provides each of us with gifts. The bible even makes a list. Romans 12: 6-8 Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in proportion to our faith; if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in his teaching; the one who exhorts, in his exhortation; the one who contributes, in generosity; the one who leads, with zeal; the one who does acts of mercy, with cheerfulness. 

Great writing, I believe, is a gift from the Lord, but doesn’t meaningful writing from the heart have its place too? If we believe we have some modicum of talent, and we believe we are the Lords creation, then shouldn’t we use that talent? I ask this of myself quite often. I hold no awards, no accolades from prominent publishers, not even a book deal, but yet I strive on. And to what purpose I ask myself? In the end, I suppose, I write not for scads of money or fame…thank goodness, since I haven’t acquired either…but because I cannot not write.

Aristotle once said, “The exercise of vital powers, along lines of excellence, in a life affording scope.” Like many, I assume, I am driven to write, to exercise my vital powers regularly. I have a blog. It’s an outlet to express my beliefs and emotions, but there’s another more important reason. I pray that just one person will glean something meaningful from my ramblings. I like to imagine my words moving my readers, whether to laughter or tears or to simply ponder life more deeply. I want to know they are making a difference; perhaps I even need to know they are making a difference. A hundred or a thousand years from now, if the world still exists, will any of my words be quoted like Aristotle? Even if I believe the answer to be no, it won’t stop me. And I pray it doesn’t stop any writer from striving for the possibility. For now, I pray everyone endeavoring to reach others through their words finds success in a way that best suits them. Whether it is fame, or fortune, or fulfillment, or one more friend on their blog page. For now, in such a time as this, it is in placing the words on paper that keep my dream alive and therefore hopefully, builds the dreams of others. Write on dear friends. Write on.

Monday, April 13, 2015

I posted this a couple of years ago, but thought it was worth a second showing. Enjoy.

 Without the benefit of science even Job, 4,000 years ago, could understand the nature of the universe and believe in what he could not see.

“He stretches out the north over empty space;
 He hangs the earth on nothing.”

“He drew a circular horizon on the face of the waters,
At the boundary of light and darkness.”

       Without any disrespect to Stephen Hawking , a theoretical physicist and cosmologist, I must beg to disagree with his statement (on creation and God),  "Yet the latest advances in cosmology explain why the laws of the universe seem tailor-made for humans, without the need for a benevolent creator".  Or how about this one,  "There is no heaven. That is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark."   How sad. This could be no further from the real truth than the end of space itself. How inexplicable that people of such great knowledge and intellect could be so blind to the greatest scientist who has ever existed, God himself. 
         Our blue planet spins on its axis at 1,000 miles per hour as it orbits around the sun supported by some "mysterious" unseen thing called gravity. Even the tale of how a primordial universe of hydrogen, helium and lithium adapted itself to being able to harbor human life is full of "coincidences". Hawking said, "The emergence of the complex structures capable of supporting intelligent observers seems to be very fragile. The laws of nature form a system that is extremely fine-tuned.  Such calculations show that a change of as little as 0.5% in the strength of the strong nuclear force, or 4% in the electric force, would destroy either nearly all carbon or all oxygen in every star, and hence the possibility of life as we know it. It raises the natural question of why it is that way."  It seems he should be able to see the truth with authority, but nay nay, he does not. He says, "It is not necessary to invoke God to light the blue touch paper and set the universe going."  You would think the answer would be as visible as a large comet hitting earth to a man with his brainpower and reasoning. But still, scientists like himself are convinced that everything that exists and is formed is because the laws of the universe make it so. The question I would postulate is, who made the laws in the first place? Seriously, we could argue to infinity and beyond with theorists about destabilizing atoms, or the universes inhomogeneities, or even the space time continuum theory till we are blue in the face, but where we would arrive?  Back in the same primordial quagmire I would assume. Why can't they see the empirical nature of science does not preclude the revelatory nature of faith?  I am no Stephen Hawking. I have, I'm certain, a much much much lower IQ than any scientist worth his weight in gold. But what I do possess is a brain and a heart that allows me the breadth to see beyond the incontrovertible scientific evidence. I can see the universe as it truly is...a magnificent creation of the one almighty God/scientist who by his hands the LAWS of the universe were put into motion. Indeed, the images from space bespeak only a whisper of his thunderous power and love. Just like Job, you too can see for yourselves the true creator of the universe by opening your heart, and allowing the truth to spill in. 

Job 26: 5-14

“The dead tremble,
Those under the waters and those inhabiting them.
Sheol is naked before Him,
And Destruction has no covering.
He stretches out the north over empty space;
He hangs the earth on nothing.
He binds up the water in His thick clouds,
Yet the clouds are not broken under it.
He covers the face of His throne,
And spreads His cloud over it.
10 He drew a circular horizon on the face of the waters,
At the boundary of light and darkness.
11 The pillars of heaven tremble,
And are astonished at His rebuke.
12 He stirs up the sea with His power,
And by His understanding He breaks up the storm.
13 By His Spirit He adorned the heavens;
His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.
14 Indeed these are the mere edges of His ways,
And how small a whisper we hear of Him!
But the thunder of His power who can understand?”

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Saint Patrick's Day

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Saint Patrick's Day, or the Feast of Saint Patrick (IrishLá Fhéile Pádraig, "the Day of the Festival of Patrick"), is a cultural and religious celebration occurring annually on 17 March, the death date of the most commonly-recognised patron saint of IrelandSaint Patrick (c. AD 385–461).
Saint Patrick's Day was made an official Christian feast day in the early seventeenth century and is observed by the Catholic Church, the Anglican Communion (especially the Church of Ireland),[4] the Eastern Orthodox Church and Lutheran Church. The day commemorates Saint Patrick and the arrival of Christianity in Ireland,[3] as well as celebrating the heritage and culture of the Irish in general.[5] Celebrations generally involve public parades and festivals, céilithe, and the wearing of green attire or shamrocks.[6] Christians also attend church services,[5][7] and the Lenten restrictions on eating and drinking alcohol are lifted for the day, which has encouraged and propagated the holiday's tradition of alcohol consumption.[5][6][8][9]
Saint Patrick's Day is a public holiday in the Republic of Ireland,[10] Northern Ireland,[11] Newfoundland and Labrador and Montserrat. It is also widely celebrated by the Irish diaspora around the world; especially in Great BritainCanada, the United StatesArgentinaAustralia and New Zealand.

According to legend, Saint Patrick used the three-leaved shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity to Irish pagans.