Into the Fire

Sooo . . .

Happy New Year! Such an enthusiastic well-wish, isn’t it? Usually given in a shout at the immediate passing of midnight on January 1st.

Happiness is often illusive and fleeting, momentary even. People often pursue it as if it’s easily attainable and necessary and as though it should be near constant. They seek after it in purchases, philosophies, and passions. And some insist they’ve found it in things, riches, ideas, and experiences. Enlightenment. Happiness.

How often have you seen people base their “happiness” on a relationship with another person? The prestige and success a job offers them? The praise and adoration of others?

When I was young and unsaved, I determined that real happiness was not easy to come by. It was a rare occurrence that couldn’t be conjured up by the mere hoping it would happen. Even the best of circumstances often left one feeling empty or lacking some intangible that would’ve translated the event into the realm of “happiness”. There was simply no way to manufacture the ethereal feeling.

Many years later now knowing Jesus, I think true happiness is reserved for heaven. We get glimpses for sure, and the pure delight of those moments allows us sufficient anticipation for the never ending kind which will be afforded to us in our various roles of service in heaven.

There is contentment offered here, and we can take it or leave it. We can search and strive for that ghost of happiness or we can rejoice in the Lord’s plans for our lives as we earnestly seek to stay on the path He has designed just for us. Either we believe one exists or we don’t. And, if we do, we can find joy in knowing we have a mission here—our lives have purpose, we have a reason for being here, and our time needn’t be wasted or worthless. Some of us will suffer more than others, some of us will have less than the best in terms of quality possessions, and others of us will often feel inferior in our efforts to serve the Lord, but we can all take solace in the fact that any one of us who has a heart fully yielded to Jesus Christ with an obedient spirit to match will find the joy dispensed from heaven for the perseverance required to serve God. No small deal for sure.

Sooo, I wish you the rewards and riches of heaven often earned by sacrifice, trials, and gut level effort to forge ahead according to a divine blueprint for your life. Jesus loves you, and He will accompany you through it all—the laughs, the tears, the gut-wrenching sorrows, traumas, and triumphs. And He will be there in those hints of happiness and those outbreaks of joy. You can have contentment in Him.

Father, thank you for it all. Words come up short so often, and this is one of those times when I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for my life. You are so generous. So gracious. Thank you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

The End Marks The Beginning . . .

The year of 2007 will be over at midnight. The new year of 2008 will arrive. Officially the Christmas season will come to an end, and the New Year will take one full day to mark its beginning.

People will celebrate the eve of 2008 in so many ways—the organized chaos of Times Square either live and in person or via television, drunken bashes in homes or bars, all night prayer sessions in homes or churches, mini parties or grand scale restaurant events. Somehow the onset of a new year presents all kinds of excuses for celebration.

Some will make resolutions or set goals. Some will merely look forward with hope or dread. Anticipation or anxiety. What will your outlook be for the coming year? Will it be any different than those of years past?

My hope is steady. The excitement and anticipation I felt for the oncoming year of 2007 has not dissipated—as if the Lord is continuing what He began. Unfinished business.

There are things I have wanted for each of the recent years. More of Jesus, more prayer, more spiritual growth—hey, I’m game for dreams and visions. I want to see through the eyes of the Lord—His heart for the lost, for the hurting, for anyone I can encourage or somehow help. Cause me to go deeper with you, Lord. Into the spiritual deep waters.

My writing is not by chance or without purpose. Although not quite defined or pointed in a secure direction, I do not doubt it has merit—and certainly not because of me or my skills but because of the Lord infusing Himself into it. Without Him it has no value or meaning. So there is a use for it, and He will reveal it. Seven novels and one on the way I continue to place in His capable, solid hands . . . for His glory.

Father, as the year of 2008 makes its bow, so you will be ever powerful, ever present, ever seeking hearts who need you, desire to know you, and reach out in honesty to you. My heart aches for more of you, and I long to increase my obedience to you. Please, continue helping me to be the one you designed me to be. Please. I ask it all in the Name of Jesus, Amen.

And, Lord, by your provision in the stripes you took for healing, I ask that you would reach down with your holy touch and make Kristy Dykes whole. This world needs more people like her. Please prolong her life miraculously as you did for Hezekiah. So many are asking you, Lord. Please. In the Name, Authority, and Blood of Jesus, Amen.

*Please be one of those asking for the healing of Kristy Dykes.*

Sunday's Offerings

"Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little can also be dishonest with much. So if you have not been trustworthy in handling worldly wealth, who will trust you with true riches? And if you have not been trustworthy with someone else's property, who will give you property of your own?
No servant can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money."
The Pharisees, who loved money, heard all this and were sneering at Jesus. He said to them, "You are the ones who justify yourselves in the eyes of men, but God knows your hearts. What is highly valued among men is detestable in God's sight."

Luke 16:10-15 (NIV)

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

Saturday Sample . . .

Six

“The experience didn’t start until about a year after my wife died.” Even saying that brought the choke in his throat. He cleared it. “I started doin’ my Dad’s long hauls then. Drivin’ a lot of nights. Sleepin’ in the daytime at truck stops. That’s when some trucker we’d known for years gave me the nickname—”
“Nightcrawler? I saw it on your truck door. Isn’t that a worm?”
Micah laughed at the discomfort in her voice. “Yeah. One that comes out at night. Anyway, it stuck. I didn’t care—I felt like a worm. It’s hard to explain. It was like the daytime reminded me of Jean—of our summers together, or our seasons. We used to spend hours and hours outside together. Of course, at first we just played like a couple of kids, hiked, swam, collected rocks.” For the first time in he couldn’t remember when, it felt good to remember the past, to express the joy of their time together.
“So I drove at night, focused in the darkness. I couldn’t pray for awhile. I wasn’t mad at God for taking her home, but I didn’t get it, you know? She was so young, and she was my wife.” His voice caught, and he had to stop and regroup.
“I wouldn’t have believed in a God who took someone I loved away from me,” she decided.
“Yes, you would’ve, Bonita.” He was emphatic.
“How can you say that?” The sunglasses were now focused on him.
“Because I know Him, Bonita. Not just in my head, but deep inside. I know Jesus.”
“How can you believe in someone you’ve never seen? How do you know he’s not just a figment of man’s imagination? Like people who want to believe there’s more to life than what we see, so they think there’re aliens or something.”
Micah hesitated and glanced at his mirrors. “I’ve seen Him, Bonita. That’s how.”
Her swollen lips parted and then closed. She turned her gaze back to the asphalt ahead of them. “Oh.”
A half hour later Micah took an exit and pulled into the large parking lot of a burger joint.
“We can eat in there or get it to go.”
“To go.”
“What can I get you?”
She reached inside her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. “I’ll have a chicken sandwich with fries and a large Coke.” She handed him the money.
“Keep it. If you need to use the restroom, I’ll lock the truck.”
“Micah Jones, I can pay my way.” There was irritation in her voice.
Pulling off his sunglasses, he looked directly at her. “Look, Bonita Carson, you’re going to be off work for at least a week. Paying your way for a week isn’t going to break me, okay? Now put your money away and—” He stopped and took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling of his cab.
“’And’ what?”
He softened his tone. “And drop the attitude.”
She smiled at him for as long as her lips allowed. “I need to use the restroom.” And she got out of the truck.
He handed her the Coke, unlocked her door, and told her to take her time as she smoked. He went around and got in the cab and arranged his food for travel. She set her pop on the floor and hoisted herself up into the truck. Situating the pop between her legs, she removed her food from the bag.
Micah bowed his head and prayed not only for the Lord to bless the food but for him to be able to handle this girl that sat beside him.
“You afraid to pray in front of me?”
“No, why?”
“Well, I don’t mind if you wanta do it out loud.”
“I’ll remember that.” He started his rig and drove across the road to a fuel island to fill up.
After they’d eaten, Bonita cleaned up the wrappers, depositing them in the bag hanging off the arm of her seat. “So, continue.”
He looked over at her, once again trying to follow her thinking.
“You know. You were driving at night on long hauls, and this thing started happening.”
He tried to organize his thoughts. “Well, after a year of feeling dead myself, I guess I decided the only one who could get me out of this incessant grief was Jesus, so I was finally able to really pray again, and I told the Lord if I had to remain here on this earth, I wanted to be able to accomplish something for the Kingdom of God. By then I’d had my fill of the night driving and the darkness I was carrying around, and within a couple of months of that prayer, I had my first unusual experience.”
As the sun began to drop below their sight line ahead of them, Micah gave her a brief sketch of some prophetic dreams he’d had over the years and how somehow God managed to tell him the circumstances of some people’s lives. A long silence ensued.
“Like mine.” She stated it rather than asking, her voice coming from the shadows and almost startling him when she finally decided to speak again.
“Like yours.”
“Like when?”
“Like the first time you came to my table.”
“But not when you saw with me with Blaine?”
She remembered, he realized. “No. The first time I saw you with Blaine, you reminded me of—” He couldn’t finish.
“Of who?”
“Something about you reminded me of my wife,” he forced out.
“I’m goin’ to bet your wife was a whole lot better lookin’ than me,” she reacted with a disbelieving laugh. “Probably built better anyway.”
“Bonita, what’s with you? You’re an attractive girl.”
“Uh-huh. Give me a break, Micah Jones. I mean I appreciate all you’re doin’ for me. I really do, but cut the—” She stopped herself before cussing. “You probably don’t much like cussing or swearing, huh?”
“No, I don’t, but I’m not going to tell you how to talk.
“You reminded me of my wife because I saw you as fragile and vulnerable. My wife had a physical condition with her heart that wasn’t diagnosed until it couldn’t be remedied. She was fragile and vulnerable in a different way. We married so we could experience each other—give ourselves to each other—before she died.” The words had made it out but not without an effort to even make them audible.
He was glad there was quiet afterwards. He couldn’t have responded if Bonita had commented. It must have been close to a half hour before she spoke again. “I’m sorry, Micah Jones.”
“And she was slender like you.”

Taken from Nightcrawler (WIP tentative title) (2007--?; written by Nicole Petrino-Salter)

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

Friday Frivolity

Do you have a preference? Sometimes we prefer one over the other, other times we really don’t care. How about these?

Cursive or Printing . . . if printing, all capitals, all lower case, or a proper mixture? (I do both writing and printing, but mostly printing in all caps)

Films or Movies . . . or do you refer to them as both? (Both)

Novels or Non-fiction . . . or both? (Novels)

Breakfast, Lunch, or Dinner . . . or all three? (Hmm. Lunch or Dinner)

Romances or Thrillers . . . seems obvious—but both or neither? (Both, but only certain kinds of romances.)

Drama or Comedy . . . or an equal amount of each? (Drama)

Limbaugh or Hannity . . . or both or neither? (Limbaugh, but I don’t mind Hannity.)

Pen or Pencil . . . or both? (Mostly pen, but both occasionally.)

Longhand or Computer . . . or both? (Mostly computer anymore which surprises me.)

Giving or Receiving (honestly!) . . . or both? (I prefer giving, but I do enjoy receiving, too.)

Milk or Dark Chocolate . . . or both or neither? (Milk)

Chocolate or Caramel . . . or both or mixed or neither? (Mixed, I think.)

Chocolate or Vanilla Ice Cream . . . or both or neither? (Vanilla but not crazy about ice cream.)

Chocolate or White Cake . . . or both or neither? (White cake.)

Frosting or No Frosting . . . or either? (Frosting)

Mystery/Suspense or Lits (Chick, Mom, etc.) . . . or both or neither? (Mystery/Suspense)

Coca Cola or Pepsi . . . or both or neither? (The real thing: Coca Cola)

Coffee or Tea . . . or both or neither? (Tea)

Hemingway or Faulkner . . . or both or neither? (Neither, but Hemingway over Faulkner any day.)

Stephen King (novels) or Ted Dekker . . . or both or neither? (Neither, because I haven’t read either of them. [Soon to change.] )

Karen Kingsbury or Francine Rivers . . . or both or neither? (Francine Rivers’ Redeeming Love is one of the best books I’ve ever read, and I love some of her other novels, but I haven’t read her historicals. I prefer Karen Kingsbury’s earlier novels to her present ones. Can’t answer this one, I guess.)

Secular or Christian Fiction . . . or both? (Christian fiction)

Fantasy or Thriller . . . or both or neither? (Thriller)

Writing or Reading . . . or both or neither? (I guess I now prefer writing, but reading is right up there so close.)

Historical or Contemporary . . . or both or neither? (Contemporary)

How ‘bout you?

Father, thank you for all the offerings you’ve given us. So many things to choose from, such incredible variety. I ask, Lord, that when the choices are held up to what you prefer for us, we would choose what you desire for us, in the Name of Jesus.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

Looking past it.

Depending on what’s important to you about reading a book determines what you are willing to allow. If the plot is the mainstay of your reading endeavors, you will look past mediocre writing for a plotline that sustains your interest. In fact, if the plot is good enough, you might not even remember the quality of the writing. If you read to be engaged with new “people” in the form of characters you somehow feel close to or identify with, or perhaps the unique or quirky characters drive you deeper into their circumstances, then light or lagging plot lines will be easily ignored if the characters strike a homerun in your heart. Such are the lovers of “good reads”—willing to forego different parts of the total novel if enjoyment in all its various forms has been the result of reading it.

So, what will you look past? As a result of reading the technical manuals of novel writing, one can easily look past . . . nothing. We feel somehow proud of ourselves for tsk-ing at the pronounced use of telling, not showing. We shake our heads and scoff at the variations of “to be”—aka “was” verbs—instead of the use of scintillating action verbs thrust into places where they probably ought not to be but this is what the writing gurus tell us should happen more often than not. When we’re all done assessing and critiquing this novel we picked up to read because we wanted to enjoy the thing, we’ve trashed it by the final page and thrown up our hands in dismay, wondering how in the world of publishing-land this novel ever made it through the pub board, let alone the senior acquisitions editor.

I read a few novels with that mindset, after writing several of my own and reading several of the manuals. No more. I either like an author or I don’t. Their style and story appeal to me or they don’t. I’m not trashing anyone’s writing ways anymore. If I happen to find a novel where I really do wonder what the heck the publishers were thinking when they went to the expense of producing the thing, I will not comment publicly. Too many people can say the same things about my own work (if it was published), and it hurts to hear it.

That’s not to say I won’t speak up about a novel I don’t like, but, let’s face it, who can write a novel that everyone likes? Who? I’m convinced there’s an audience for most well-written books, and by “well-written” I mean technically sound, professionally presented, whether or not it’s a romance, historical, lit, or thriller. No one who is a real reader wants to read stuff that reminds them of junior high school diaries or college journals. At least I don’t.

It’s much like certain films. We happen upon them and fall in love with them, yet they’re panned by the critics, visit the box office for a short run before appearing on DVD quickly after their big screen debut. Or the critics loved the film, and it makes us gag. The who’s who in filmmaking cannot understand why no one wanted to see the despicable thing, or when they did, they badmouthed it to anyone who would listen to them—and it’s obvious by the numbers that many did in fact listen to the naysayers.

If you read with critical intent—and I don’t think you have to take this to a high level even if you’re a book reviewer—the ability to enjoy a book is severely impacted. Really it’s all about liking or not liking the story. Know what you like and, if you must review a book that’s not your preference, be fair. Admit to yourself and whoever else is exposed to your reviews that you’re not the target audience. If you think the writer is amateurish, don’t shred him. Maybe state that you prefer a higher level of such and such.

Although novels can accomplish so much more than just a pleasurable read, their first objective is to entertain. If an author fails to do that for you, before you analyze the work, analyze your own approach to the book. Were you looking for failure? Were you expecting too much, considering it was marketed as light reading? Examine your desires for a particular novel before you ever pick it up. We simply won’t like some—even if they come highly touted. They won’t be our style, our favorite flavor. That doesn’t mean the work is inferior. It might mean it’s simply not for us.

And, as writers, we need the ability to look past a book we don’t particularly like—even if everyone else is recommending it, lauding the writing, and anticipating the next one from the author. We don’t have to like it. It wasn’t written for us.

You don’t get points for recognizing current writing faux pas. Just because you can recite verbatim the recommendations of agents and editors as evidenced on so many of the current blogs or professional sites, it doesn’t win you any special favor. While I don’t disagree with current trends, I do disagree with every writer using them. Then we get carbon copied styles and formulaic novels where everyone reading them can point out what was done “right” but with little else to recommend them.

Father, you are the supplier of all talent. You give generously and creatively. Help those of us you’ve called to write do so to honor you and bring you praise. And help us to be grateful for whatever you have for us to do. Thank you for the opportunity to create for your pleasure and purpose. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

When it all points to death . . .

I don’t know if you’ve been able to visit Kristy Dykes’ blog (CHRISTIAN LOVE STORIES), but I hope you aren’t avoiding it or feel like you like don’t have time for it. Some of the posts are brief, others lengthy. There’s some family history there, some family member posts, and a variety of photos from past and present.

One of Kristy’s daughters, Jennifer, posted about the aggressive brain cancer that Kristy has and in her honesty she said she began to feel as if this particular cancer was bigger than God because it just didn’t leave many survivors unless it was caught and removed immediately upon discovery. My niece does radiation therapy, and she knew the cancer well and its usual prognosis of death in a relatively short period of time. Kristy’s daughter concluded she was not going to allow this disease to be stronger in her mind than God, and she found a spiritual place to rest in hope for her mom.

One of the blessings of reading this lady’s blog is to hear the trials and triumphs of Kristy, her husband Milton, their family members, and close friends in Christ. And that’s it, isn’t it? IN CHRIST. When it all points to death, is there any solace, any hope, any comfort for those with the affliction and for those who will be left behind should this victim of the disease be taken?

If ever there can be a graceful way to head into the valley of the shadow of death, this lady, this pastor’s wife, this mother and grandmother, this friend, this author and speaker, this gal is exemplifying that grace-filled journey. She is utterly amazing. Don’t think by this post that there haven’t been soul-straining tears streaming from all concerned or the questions that inevitably come when the life of a person in their prime filled with a near unmatchable vibrancy is threatened. Her blog is now dedicated to the walk through this valley with unlimited hopes and prayers for a miraculous healing—for which I’ve asked every casual reader of my blog and my short list of precious regulars to participate in—yet honestly sharing those moments of overwhelming darkness when death seems to be camping right outside their door.

I’d just like to urge you once more to go over to Kristy’s blog and get a reality check. The young don’t often address death, and who can blame them? Unless a horrible event or tragedy changes their focus and brings them into the shadows of death, they continue to live strong and work hard—and rightly so. I know I did. But the years pile up and whiz by and suddenly death is more common in our midst, and it challenges how we really feel about our Lord, about heaven, and, yes, about the equally real place of hell. Sometimes we forget about that place where many of our fellow men and women will spend eternity. Those even in our families without a life-changing experience with Jesus are headed there, not to mention some of our co-workers, those random clerks in the stores we visit regularly. It truly is one place or the other in the aftermath of that last breath. Taken quickly or slowly or in the blink of an eye, eternity awaits. We can’t avoid it or look past it. Sometimes it stops right at our door. Only God will decide which day it will visit us.

I don’t know if God will take Kristy home now or later, but I’m praying she has many more years left here to share because the world is a better place with her in it. She’s one of those rare finds—a genuine cheerleader, one who shines with the love of Jesus, who radiates an inescapable joy obvious even in crisis. She’s a role model for happiness. So few can transmit that kind of good feeling these days. And this world needs more of those kinds of people in it.

When it all points to death, your glory can be evidenced either way, I know. But, Lord, we ask for your mercy extended to Kristy that she might accomplish even more for you than she has already done. We need more people like her here. You are the only One who can touch her body and make it whole. You’re the only One who can grant healing. You’re the only One. That’s why so many are asking You. In the Name of your Son Jesus Christ, we ask and pray. Amen.

Afterthoughts . . .

Christmas joy has come, no reason for it to be gone. Just because the day is past, the meaning remains. Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Remind yourself of who gave you life, hope, dreams, talents, gifts, and all those intangibles that make up your inner strengths—and who loves you in spite of your many weaknesses and failings. God has a plan for you, and you’re only partially through with it. The journey is in progress, and the Lord waits for your obedience to the plan.

If you dare try to wing it on your own, I fear for you. I’ve been there and tried that. Doesn’t work real well.

As the year winds down to a close, and a new year looms near, who will you follow? Who will you allow to be your master? Who do you want to emulate, resonate, and imitate? If not Jesus, who?

Open your heart to His true desire for you. Stretch yourself. Be a servant to Him instead of self. Commit to more . . . of Him. Dare to go deeper in the Spirit with your Lord. Quit holding back even a tiny corner of your heart. Surrender.

Father, I want all you have for me. You’re the designer. Let me know you more and see through your eyes. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

"I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered. "May it be to me as you have said." (Luke 1:38 NIV)

When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus. (Matthew 1:24-25 NIV)

While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in strips of cloth and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. (Luke 2:6-7 NIV)

"Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in strips of cloth and lying in a manger." (Luke 2:11-12 NIV)

Joy to the world--the Lord is come!

*Please remember to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

To Live To Die

All of us must die. Thanks to sin in our blood, perfection on earth is not attainable. Thanks to sin in our nature, we deserve to die. Thanks be to Jesus Christ who gave up heavenly perfection to demonstrate His perfection on the corrupted planet of Earth.

Because of the Lamb of God sacrificed for our redemption, we will one day live in the midst of perfection and be totally and eternally cleansed from all of our unrighteousness. Though we have obligations and responsibilities remaining on this earth, loved ones we sometimes think we’re living for, inescapably fun things awaiting us, professional objectives, family joys and demands, sometimes our regenerated spirits long for the peace of heaven where the tears no longer flow, the mourning ceases, the aches and pains and diseases and handicaps are past, and we are who we were truly meant to be.

He came to live in order to die. And in our own way so do and did we.

I know it’s Christmas Eve. And I’m truly joyful. I rejoice profusely at Christmas—every year it touches my heart anew. “Bah, humbug” does not exist in my vocabulary. “Merry Christmas!” is constantly on my lips and in my heart. I praise the Lord Jesus Christ!

We cannot ignore that He came to die. That precious child in the manger was destined to suffer atrocious suffering FOR US. He was willing. Willing to become a child, to live and to die to rescue a doomed creation—even as He later preached that we must become “like children” to know Him. Trusting, faith-filled, and open to Truth.

I hope if you stop by this blog today, you will fill your heart with His joy and His peace and capture a bit of the glory of eternity in your heart as you celebrate the gift of Jesus.

II Corinthians 9:15 Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

*Please remember to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

Sunday's Offerings

"But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
though you are small among the clans of Judah,
out of you will come for me
one who will be ruler over Israel,
whose origins are from of old,
from ancient times."

. . .

He will stand and shepherd his flock
in the strength of the Lord,
in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God.
And they will live securely, for then his greatness
will reach to the ends of the earth.
And he will be their peace.

Micah 5:2; 4-5

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

Christmas Re-Runs III

About the Lord's Business . . .

Of course as Christians if we hear the word “savior”, we think of our Lord who is THE savior. We are pleased to celebrate His birth this time of the year and give Him the honor He deserves year round.

I told you how much I admired Joseph, the earthly father of Jesus Christ, and the young mother Mary who demonstrated both her love for and obedience to God instantaneously after being visited by the angel Gabriel. The profound honor placed upon this couple was full of personal sacrifices and required enormous faith. As humans, I’m sure they experienced their share of tearful confessions to one another during the trials of relocating and raising the son of God. And then Mary lived to watch the One who had been miraculously conceived in her die a gruesome and sorrowful death, only to see Him rise again to deliver her and the entire human race from punishment if they so chose to believe in His sacrificial act of redemption.

So what about those who are called to be single, without a spouse, without a mate or helpmate? According to Paul, it is the better choice to remain singular. “An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord’s affairs—how he can please the Lord.” (1 Cor. 7:32) An unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the Lord’s affairs: her aim is to be devoted to the Lord in both body and spirit.” (1 Cor. 7:34) “Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: it is good for them to stay unmarried, as I am.” (1Cor. 7:8)

Those of us who are married know there are multiple sacrifices made to stay married, to work out the problems of sinful humans cohabitating. Our selfishness strives against benevolence. Our demands strain to be concealed or rise to be satisfied. We have all kinds of issues to face and overcome. Some do, and sadly some don’t. Marriage is hard work. Worth every effort in almost all cases, but very hard work to keep it functioning at a godly and inspiring level of operation.

So this is a tribute to those who have been called to the sometimes lonely office of being single. To find that you have the unique place of being devoted to the Lord’s business without the distractions of trying to keep another person satisfied in a living arrangement does not mean that the requirements of that life are any less difficult or potentially stressful when neglected but rather allow for a possible greater extension of service in the kingdom. There is no greater duty, call, privilege, or responsibility than being about His business. Every position in the kingdom is valuable, but it is also part of a grand design. No one should feel less or more because he/she is single or married. We all have our things to do.

The single person must forge his way without the help or interference of another human partner. Jesus and the Holy Spirit are the partners in making the way for decisions to accommodate the business of God. Who better and more helpful? What better way to become more dependent on God instead of on another human being?

This supernatural kingdom has a place for all of us. God dictates the ways and supplied the means to enter into His service. No more noble duty for the people of earth than to follow Him. Some will volunteer and serve faithfully. Others will begin their service and then be drawn away. Some will snub the Savior of the world and carry on with His enemy’s business. And still others will be pursued by the Spirit of God and give up and give in to His overtures to embrace the Savior.

Christmas always causes me to reflect on all aspects of humanity. As some work tirelessly within the holy kingdom without recognition while others give their lives for the King of Kings while succumbing to torture, each person given life on earth has a worthwhile place in the kingdom of God if he so chooses. No one need be excluded. There is a plan for every individual, yet some will never come to believe it’s possible for them.

Here’s to all my brothers and sisters who have looked upon the Savior and said: I want you, I need you. Take over for me, Jesus. Thank you for coming to live and to die for me.

Heavenly Father, we honor you. Your high ways are beyond our abilities to comprehend, but we accept them with our finite understanding. We ask to receive your revelation for more of you. As always, we are desperate for you. Increase our insights and discernment during these hard times. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes*

Christmas Re-Runs II

FOR WOMEN ONLY: Be a Mary

If you’re anything like me, you have an opinion on a lot of things. And you’re not afraid to express it. In the flesh you’ll jump in with unsolicited commentary and in the Spirit you’ll regret most of what you said.

I grew up—or attempted to—during the heyday of the “drugs, sex, rock ‘n’ roll” generation. I resisted it for as long as I could before I wondered why I was still holding out or holding onto any kind of innocence. I believed in God but didn’t know His Son.

My generation saw the ushering in of the “Ms.” women, better known as the decline and fall of real womanhood. Don’t get me wrong here. If you’re a woman doing the same work as a man as well as or better than a man, you deserve to be paid accordingly. If in your family, you have to work outside your home and put in as many or more hours than your husband, work together to manage your household chores. If you feel called to engage a job or service in a predominantly man’s field of endeavor, go fulfill your call.

But through all these trials and decisions, never ever forget who God made you to be . . . “But for Adam, no suitable helper was found.” (Gen. 2:20) Many women cannot accept their God-given roles, as if it’s degrading to be a “suitable helper” to the man God has for them. God saw the need, and he filled it with the perfect complement, the one who could meet the loneliness, the one who could inspire the desire to lead, to be responsible, to love emotionally, physically, and spiritually, the one who could maximize who he was made to be. Only a woman made just for him could fill that incredible order.

The woman was made from a man indicating she would always be a part of him, and he would always be attached to her. He would be responsible for this one who owned a piece of him. It was a perfect combination.

Enter the temptation to “do it my way” under the beguiling influence of “female reasoning and logic” and insert the male inertia of not wanting to take responsibility for direct disobedience, and the fatal flaw of sin entered a perfect world setting off the ticking time bomb of utter depravity and eventual destruction.

How generous of God to allow a very young virgin woman named Mary to bear the child who would redeem this fallen mess of humanity. He could’ve done it multiple ways—far more creatively than I could ever imagine—and eliminated the use of a female in the process. This young female was strong in her faith and absolute in her worship of God Almighty. Read Mary’s declaration after her encounter with the angel Gabriel (Luke 1:46-55). Humble obedience. “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May it be to me as you have said.” (Luke 1:38)

Mary would be required to follow her husband to a strange town to have her baby, to a foreign country to protect her son, to return to a new city to start life over again. And she would do it. Because it was her call to do so. She fulfilled her God-given role. Her faith and her obedience allowed her to have the most important role of all women in the Bible. She was allowed to carry and bear the Son of God, the Lord Jesus Christ.

Never again. Once for all. But the female gender was redeemed by being obedient, first to God, then to her husband. Was it easy? I highly doubt it. How many of you women could pack in the middle of the night to leave for a foreign country where you wouldn’t know a soul and couldn’t even speak the language because your husband woke up with a start after hearing from an angel. Not many of us would be too willing, perhaps arguing it was bad pizza. Life was not ordinary for this family. Because God was directly and actively involved. Someone had to lead. Someone had to follow. Mary followed.

Ladies, this isn’t my idea. I’m a strong-willed, independent woman, and my husband gives me a lot of freedom. He respects me spiritually and often seeks my thoughts, even my advice. But when it comes time for the heavy-hitting decision making, he knows it’s ultimately his responsibility to make them because one day he will stand before Jesus Christ and give an account for his manhood. We women will do the same for our womanhood. Do you really want to stand before the Lord and testify that you acted like Eve when you should have acted like Mary?

Every home is different. Every household has its own order. This Christmas I would just suggest to you women who profess to honor Christ, to take inventory of your willingness to obey the One who made the rules, set the tone, gave you life, who adores you, and treasures you, and desires to guide you through the wicked world with His steadying, encouraging, loving hand. He knows you best, and He knows what’s best for you. May we all say along with Mary, “I am the Lord’s servant. May it be to me as you have said.”

Father, it’s been a long and difficult journey for this woman, as you know. But I’m ever more willing with each hour that passes in my life to obey, to seek your face, to be your servant. There is no better place to be. Help me to be the one you want to be. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

Christmas Re-Runs

FOR MEN ONLY: Be a Joseph

As we approach our celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, I would like to encourage men today with this message from the Christmas account.

Men today have multiple challenges of all kinds. For example, their visual instincts are exploited by every medium known to the human race, enticing them into sexually sinful thoughts and/or ways. Books such as Everyman’s Battle break it all down for them in a working and understandable way, but many Christian men won’t read the book(s) which identifies the problems of their gender, some because they’re unwilling to face their weaknesses and be required to do something about them, some because they think their reactions are all just part of being a man, and some because they feel hopeless and just can’t take one more jab of criticism from the holier than thou set.

The requirements are stiff for a man in this world. Especially in Christianity. Because Christianity requires a guy to be a man about everything. To step up. To take responsibility for himself, his wife, his family, his place in the body of Christ. It’s a tall order, and it can be daunting.

The Bible tells us in more ways than one, and history bears it out as well, “There is nothing new under the sun.” The only new things are the advanced technological ways to present and exploit the same old problems.

Well, men, if you want to usher in the new year with some fresh resolve, take a look at the earthly father of Jesus Christ, a carpenter by trade, not wealthy, a man of faith, placed in the middle of a difficult dilemma with the young woman he was pledged to marry. (If you’re some wayward wanderer in the blog kingdom, landing upon my title of this entry and certainly not expecting to find anything biblical, of all things, I urge you to complete your reading anyway—you just might learn something.) As most of you know, you can find the account in the following places in the New Testament: Matthew 1:18-25; 2:1-23; Luke 1:26-56; 2:1-51.

Joseph had dreams and visions of angels which both challenged and amplified his faith. In the process of receiving life changing instructions through these supernatural encounters, he became an amazing man who is only discussed in these few places in the Bible. When he anticipated having to divorce his pregnant (not by him) fiancée, he thought of her, not wanting to “expose her to public disgrace”. It was after his practical consideration that the impractical took place: specific instruction of the how and who of this anointed child to come. What did Joseph do? “When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name of Jesus.”

Through the course of time, Joseph was required by the Roman government to leave his home with his very pregnant bride and travel a considerable distance to Bethlehem for a census where this unusual child was born nearly upon arrival there, started a new life in that town, sometime later was told to leave in the night for an immediate escape to Egypt, travel back to Israel and eventually settle in a not so desirable town known as Nazareth where the family started over once again.

Each decision that Joseph made had to be a difficult one: uprooting his family because of dreams and visions. The consummate man of faith with the family who trusted his ability to hear and obey God’s leading. This was the man God hand-picked to be the earthly father of the Lord Jesus Christ. No one has ever held a more difficult role in humanity. So much weighed upon each decision he had to make. Yet God sent messengers, dreams, and visions to guide him from his simple life as a man pledged to be married to the awesome task of being the husband to the woman who carried the Christ or Messiah.

Never again. Once for all. But, men, I urge you to consider the depth of faith of the man Joseph. Are you willing to listen, dream, endure visions to hear from the living God? And then are you willing to obey? Single, married, divorced—are you willing to make a new commitment to the supernatural God who desires to find men who are anxious to upgrade their spiritual lives instead of just their computers or sound systems or football channels? Are you a real man of God who knows there is so much more available to you, and you want it? Regardless of what’s required of you? Are you willing to hear and obey?

Look at Joseph, an ordinary man of faith, selected to be an extraordinary man because of that faith and willingness to obey the God who asked him to do what some would have considered out of the question, not in their house, huh-uh, no way. What kind of man are you?

Father, your love is endless, your desires often plainly expressed, but you also use unpredictable means to communicate at times. You are the one true God. You make ordinary things extraordinary when you enter into them and participate actively. I am so in awe of you. Help me to listen and always obey. I want all that you have for me. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes*

At Any Level

Naively setting out to write a book—and let’s stick with novels here—stars in the eyes, visions of glory, a possible call to fame and fortune . . . C’mon. Every novel writer has a streak of imagining the so-called ultimate in success. And I refuse to slam the door shut on that for anyone.

What I will do is re-emphasize the beauty of laying aside the typical visions of “success” for the higher imagining of bringing pleasure to the Lord with the offering of that writing.

There are those who do not write well but think they do. I’m not sure why they think they write well, but I suspect it’s because they don’t read much. Reading a lot of fiction definitely gives you a flavor for what works and what doesn’t. Some people can put a few words together and give some great descriptions, some fair dialogue, but before they know it, they’re into melodrama or trivia, and the hope of a real story has fizzled. They have an imagination, but they have no idea how to translate those ideas into coherent story forms. Usually, another marker of their inability is their lack of basic grammar skills. A skilled reader and a good writer can always spot the absence of that knowledge and can easily differentiate between a writer who is purposely ignoring the confines of good grammar to experiment with style and one who is oblivious to his mistakes. Those who simply don’t know the basics can’t conceal it because the practiced eye of an avid reader or a skilled writer can’t help but flinch at the mistake(s) as if someone has conspicuously just belted out a wrong note into a microphone during a solo.

Far be it from me to stomp on their dreams. However, any writer has to practice the craft, know the basics, take the training in whatever forms life has to offer them, and apply the knowledge to create. Experience is necessary. Failure is part of the process but not an end—unless one concludes the particular failure is a surefire indicator that the talent for writing is not that individual’s call.

Anyone who thinks they must write can find a real wealth of instruction on innumerable sites on the web. At any level on any subject for any type of writing, the information is there for them. All kinds of theories, opinions, recommendations, Qs & As, with many of the professionals weighing in on every topic in literature and suggesting multiple instructional books to purchase or borrow from the library.

Those who’ve aspired to write, have practiced the craft, have read a large number of novels written in the genres they prefer, and have decided to tackle the actual writing of that novel are most likely to succeed to some degree.

But what will really determine their advancement in the novel-writing craft is if the Lord has determined they should be an author and alongside that call is the desire to abide by His decisions for their success. Yes, His definition, His decision, His purposes and opportunities. Without those in order, any other success will flounder and will not hold up to the wheat and chaff measurement when all is said and done. Who is it we want to impress the most? When the Lord tells us what is “highly esteemed” among men is “detestable” to Him, I don’t think he’s kidding. Do you?

Therefore, at any level of whatever you do, make sure your focus is on achieving success in the eyes of the Lord. Give your work to prayer and submit it to Him for purification of motives. There is little you can do to hold back “success” if that is what the Lord has for you—just make sure your definition coincides with His.

Father, let us put you first, seek to follow your lead, your direction, your inspiration. Help us to be faithful to you. In all that we do, let us honor you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

Time Out

Well, I’m not proud to say that in 2007 I did not write one novel. I have one in progress but not completed. In 2005 I wrote three. In 2006 I wrote 2 and ¾.. In 2007 I finished the one that was ¾ written and began the one I’m slowly working on.

In 2007 I wrote regularly on the blog which I acknowledge became therapeutic. I met other writers on the journey to publication, some with finished work, some in the process of writing their first efforts, and I was privileged and honored to read those WIPs and one completed novel from this group.

I did my share of criticism without malice—more like revealing acquired undeniable information which simply isn’t very complimentary to the process of publication. Nonetheless, it is what it is.

I’m no closer to having an agent than I was in 2006. In fact, I might be farther away.

But all things considered, it’s been a wonderful year. God has blessed me in innumerable ways, too multitudinous to even recall, and I am grateful for all He has done for me and within me. He is truly amazing and awesome in His power.

There is peace in proclaiming my heart for writing. There is comfort (somehow) in accepting my differences with popular opinion and requirements. Knowing who I am as a writer has its benefits, although not commonly measurable. I can say I’ve written seven novels and still find satisfaction in the stories and the characters. These are good things. Gifts, if you will, to my heart and soul.

Wherever you are in this writing world, remember this: God is the Author of your life. Sometimes there is gladness, and often there is sorrow, but above all there is still the Lord. He has perfection waiting for us but right now we must write about the imperfection and drama of life embalmed in sin. So, whether you write humor, suspense, fantasy, terror, or romance, honor the One who gave you both the desire and the ability to put words together into stories. He is pleased to read them when we’ve worked hard to write them. He, above anyone else, knows the effort, the hope, the dedication, the joy, the frustration, and the love of creating a story in this world.

Write for Him, write to Him, write with Him.

God, thank you for stories. Thank you for so many ways to tell them. Thank you for being our biggest fan. Thank you for guiding our lives even when we feel lost in a plan we fail to understand. Thank you for mercy and grace. Thank you for Jesus, for your Spirit, and help us to be led by your Spirit. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

With Christmas in mind . . .

Christmas has always been my favorite holiday—without really knowing why for a portion of my life. Before knowing why, I realized that Jesus “was born on Christmas Day”. As any Christian will tell you, you can’t really “know” that until you know Him. Jesus. Who He is, was, and will forever be.

We sang Christmas carols—the real ones that are really hymns—at school, in plays, and I knew all the words by heart. You can imagine how they came alive for me when I met the One who was the focus of those beautiful songs.

Christmas was a big event at our house. Dad decorated outside, Mom inside. Over the years we had evergreen trees, flocked trees, and maybe an artificial one thrown in there somewhere, but we all preferred the real ones. We had a huge brick wall around a medium sized fireplace and generous hearth, and every year Christmas cards covered every inch of it in the family room.

Mom and her mom, my grandma who outlived both of her daughters, baked a scrumptious display of Christmas cookies, and my grandma made unequaled Divinity (candy).

Dad was a giver, presents galore for everyone, something extravagant and wonderful for Mom every year—which often embarrassed her because they both had come from such humble beginnings. Gifts for the mailman, the milkman, the paper boy. I leave the mailman Christmas candy in our mailbox because of Dad.

The only thing I asked for that I never got was a horse. We lived in the city, but when I was old enough to understand the absence of such an important gift, I always knew if there was any way they could’ve swung it, they would have.

Dad always brought poinsettias home and after I was established in a home, he’d send one to me every Christmas. I see them and think of him. I still have one which must be about six or seven years old now. It has bloomed a few red leaves at the oddest times of year but never at Christmas—until this year. I just noticed this morning it has some red leaves on it, and, of course, I remember my Dad’s thoughtful gifts of flowers to me, my brother, his granddaughters, and others.

I remember the Christmas after I’d worked full time in preparation for taking my trip to Europe. I had plenty of money, and I bought Dad a valet chair which he had until his death. I bought Mom a set of dishes which went to me after her death. It felt so good to lavish gifts on them for a change.

The Christmas after Mom died was so difficult for Dad, I remember him shielding his eyes at times as tears fell unabated.

Later he found his second wife, and she restored his joy and zest for life, but even more importantly she helped him find Jesus Christ, enabling him to see the difference between religion and relationship. He carried on and loved her with his whole heart just as she loved him. When Alzheimer’s attacked and won the victory over him, his wife was there to lovingly care for him through it all even after a stroke just before Christmas 2005, precluding the saddest Christmas this family had ever spent. However, he had lived 89 years and when he died the following March, he left a legacy few can hope to achieve in that his entire family of kids, grandkids, great grandkids, and great, great grandkids, not to mention his remaining friends and associates, loved, respected, and honored him.

Christmas is the voice of Love. In human form it speaks of eternity, a hope fulfilled for the rescue of mankind. That rescue does not forego trouble, tragedy, or trauma. It does include forgiveness—a redemption so necessary and desirable it’s a wonder more people don’t reach out and take hold of it and never let go.

Jesus Christ is the ultimate of dreams come true. Does that fact make it easy to follow Him? No. I’m convinced nothing comes easy for humankind except sin. To relinquish the so-called control of our lives is tantamount to dying—an equivalent of dying to self. Yes, that self we seek to serve all the time—even with the “good” things we do.

Without Jesus, there is no reason for the season. No Christmas. Only “Happy Holidays”, a politically correct version of a time to spend money, grow sour about the amount of gifts having to be purchased, staff parties with people careful not to mention “Christmas” in their conversations or farewells, school programs which favor contemporary versions of “holiday” songs, Santas, and “winter” trees. What is the point?

I hope for you Christmas is real, meaningful, a time of fresh revelation about a miraculous event which brought us the Savior of the World. It’s a time of spiritual rebirth, renewal, and regeneration of things once dead. Us. Dead in our sins. Let Christmas be more than stress, gifts, and elaborate, wonderful food. Let it be the Truth celebrated anew. Again. Thank you, Jesus, as we look forward to celebrate the day set aside for your birthday.

*This Christmas season, please remember to pray for Kristy Dykes.*

Sunday's Offerings

"I have made you a tester of metals
and my people the ore,
that you may observe
and test their ways.
They are all hardened rebels,
going about to slander.
They are bronze and iron;
they all act corruptly.
The bellows blow fiercely
to burn away the lead with fire,
but the refining goes on in vain;
the wicked are not purged out.
They are called rejected silver,
because the Lord has rejected them."

. . .

"If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you."

Jeremiah 6:27-30 (NIV)

John 15:18-19 (NIV)

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes*

On the Outside Looking In

So I'm plowing along, minding my own business, when Nicole asked me if I wanted to do a guest posting on her blog. Here's how the conversation went:

Nicole: Want to do a guest post on my blog?
Mark: Sure. What about?
Nicole: Just your take on the writing/publishing world as an unpublished author, what you look for in a story, and what you've learned about the publishing process since you decided to start writing.
Mark: Ok, I can do that. But why would anybody care what I think?

Still, Nicole didn't withdraw her offer, so here I am, with a hodge-podge of thoughts. I'm a relative newcomer to the CBA world--in fact, I can probably count the number of CBA books I've read on one hand. For years, I honestly didn't know there were Christian novels out there for a reader like me. Whenever I walked into the Christian bookstore, I usually saw one of three types of books on the fiction rack: romances, historical fiction, and end-of-the-world stories. Where were the spy novels, police thrillers, epic war novels? I couldn't have told you. They were there, of course, but hidden from my view. Now, as I've come to be more aware of the market, I know that there are some books like that out there. But this awareness has only come from my own research--I have not seen any concerted attempts by the CBA to market these sorts of novels. That's not to say it's never been done--just that it hasn't reached me. Now that I know they're out there, I'll probably try and seek more of them out for my shelf.

I read primarily to escape into a story. I tend to like books that are more plot-oriented--the ones that have a "hook" upon which the story is built. I can appreciate a well-developed character, but I am not the target audience for character studies. Same goes for literary fiction. No matter how beautiful the language is, if nothing's happening, I'm putting the book down. And no stories that spiral into constant angst and depression--I'm reading for fun here! I prefer a fast pace. My ideal book would have a little bit of everything: action, suspense, mystery, wit, interesting people, drama, romance. I'm trying to carry these preferences into my writing as well.

There's been discussion around the CBA blogs lately concerning items like the use of italics to convey thoughts or alternate POV's, alternate fonts, 1st person vs. 3rd person, etc. Some discussion on the ideal length of novels as well. As a reader, my feelings are pretty blunt. I really, truly don't care. As long as I can understand what's going on and it's consistent--for example, if I know that when I read the italics, I'm reading the character's inner thoughts--I'm fine with it. Length of a novel doesn't concern me either. I've read 800-page Tom Clancy behemoths that had me absorbed throughout. I've also read a couple where I had to skip entire chapters devoted to describing the inner workings of an airplane engine. If the story is interesting, length is not a concern to me.

One of the reasons I started writing a novel was that I thought there would be a market for male readers in the CBA--guys like me who wanted to read thrillers and didn't feel the need to include f-words and sex scenes. And I still think there is a market for them. The question, of course, is how to reach the male reader. I've learned that a prospective author needs to not only write a great book but needs to have a marketing strategy as well. While this seems unfair to a guy without an MBA, I can see it from the publisher's side. They're investing money in you and need to know that they can make it back. This is especially true for a first-time author. In that role I represent even more of a risk.

Another frustration is that it seems like it's a lot easier for you to be published if you already have been published. This is especially tough if you have a full-time day job, family, and all sorts of responsibilities that pull you away from writing. I often wonder how I could get published--it's not like I have access to magazine editors, either. Again, I can understand how this has to do with risk aversion on the part of the publisher. But the deck certainly seems stacked against the newbie, and one wonders how new authors ever break through. The answer appears to be hard work and making connections. Just about every agent and publisher encourages writers to attend conferences where they can meet in a controlled setting. This makes sense because it seems the best way to put faces with names. However, the downside is that most of these conferences are far away from me, and in a single-income family, it's very difficult to plunk down a couple grand to leave my family and attend. Personally, I've made the decision to finish my novel first and then worry about attending a conference. Hopefully I'll be able to find one close by. The bottom line is that it seems in publishing, as in most areas, there's a degree of "It's Who You Know" at work.

In a nutshell, that's what I've learned (rightly or wrongly) about the publishing world/CBA thus far. I think the important thing for me is to be realistic, knowing that it can take years to realize my dreams as an author. Keep working, keep learning. And above all, I need to remember that it may not be God's will that I ever get published. He's put me where I am, today, to serve Him now. We'll see where He takes me.

My sincere thanks to Mark Harbeson for bringing his H-game to my blog. H is for honesty, folks. He’s a reader and a writer. His opinion matters because he’s a consumer/reader, a writer, and a guy who hopes to one day crack the publishing code. I’ve read as far as he’s written on his first novel Samaritan (and you can read a little bit of it, too, if you go back a ways to his entry on “Saturday Sample . . .”) He’s a natural who has an intriguing plot goin’ on.

Mark is one of the good guys, and you can visit his blog “Utter Drivel” where you’ll find all kinds of interesting topics, not all of which is “drivel”.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes. She’s had some good times and some bad times. For details visit her at CHRISTIAN LOVE STORIES.*

Are we done yet?

I wonder sometimes if there is a limit to what we can do to improve our writing. Certainly it comes after a long time of preparation, practice, and putting to paper (screen), but then is there a time when we finally admit we’ve done pretty much all we can do?

As a reader, I see the voice of my favorite authors slightly modified over time—especially if they’ve published a lot of books. The early ones read differently than the latter ones. You know what I’ve found interesting in that observation? Some of the earlier novels seem better to me. Guess what. They’re less formulaic, more detailed in their story components.

There does come a time when we as writers have to arrive at a place where we know who we are. We take the necessary time to discover this and venture through the mistake-laden decisions as we construct our stories, but eventually we have to sit back and evaluate who we are. If we write consistently, put together enough books, enjoy the stories we compose, technically improve, clarify, define, and ultimately decide the evolution of our voice has come into its own, I think we have to stop looking at all the didactic manuals we’ve already studied and declare: This is me, who I am as a writer.

When that time comes is different for everyone. And the motivations to improve are also different for everyone. If publication is the primary objective, one might never stop studying because the trends change, and, as I said, those trends aren’t always indicative of better writing and better books. If the desire is to remain published, the structure and storylines might have to be altered to compete. Why else would there be so many publishers rejecting the new work of authors they’ve already published? The writing itself, as a general rule, only improves after time. So why after a three book contract will a house dump their author and reject their new proposal? Sales. An impatience to stick with the author to see if more time will afford them the word of mouth boost to those sales. It’s similar to the professional sports’ leagues now. Loyalties are bought. Money talks.

Don’t assume I’m condemning the people at the helm of these publishing houses because there are some genuine Christians desiring to serve their authors and regretting the decisions to dump them, but it doesn’t change the facts. Someone who was given significance with a publishing contract is now not a viable client and sent elsewhere for any number of reasons, but really it’s always about earning dollars.

So, what determines when you stop saying, “I have to improve, I have to get better.”? When does the satisfaction of writing the last word of a story feel good enough to know you’ve done your best and with a few technical tweaks, a word change here and there, a slight deletion of a paragraph . . . you just know this novel is good. It represents who you are as a writer and storyteller. You take ownership of it.

Some of you will answer, “Never!” I could never reach that confidence level—there are too many great writers out there. This business is too competitive. A writer can never stop improving. And these are the published professionals.

Well, this writer has just about reached the outer limits of her talent. Each new story takes into account all she’s learned along the way—which has been many, many years of reading and, yes, writing. I have a voice I can’t change. The style is what it is, and, while I know from a multitude of test readers for six of the seven novels, there are those who like and enjoy my work and want to read more of it. So far, for the most part, the professionals do not.

So why listen to me? Maybe for only one reason. The Lord God Almighty is the One in charge. If you’re convinced He wants you to write, for whatever reason, then you press on and write. You remain attentive to His voice because He should be the motivation for you to go where you go with your writing. He will require certain things of you, and what He asks you to do might not be what He asks me to do. All along the way, He should be the leader, not us. He dispenses the talent, but how we evaluate talent might not be the same as His evaluation. There are certainly more facets involved from His perspective as He allows and encourages us to develop our writing—God’s purposes never seem to be one-dimensional as ours often are. We improve so we can offer Him our best, and if our best isn’t as good as someone else’s best in our eyes—or theirs—He will accept our offerings with equal joy.

Developing your writing is a training exercise. Employing your writing is the result of your training. Enjoying your writing is the fulfillment of your calling.

As a writer, you must come to the place where you accept your work, take joy in the opportunities to create, realize where improvement is necessary, continue to craft your stories, but don’t in false humility degrade your work, compare what it lacks to those who are “known”, and generally demean your efforts and what they’ve produced. If those are your true feelings, give it up. There is no just reason to deride the “Call” from heaven’s holy One. If you’ve taken up the craft for the wrong motives, leave it behind or modify your inspiration.

There is a place for satisfaction—as in contentment. Accepting who you are and who you will never be. And always, through it all, “Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you.” (Romans 12:3).

Thank you, God, for the blessings of writing. You are the Creator. May I be empowered by your Spirit, in the Name of Jesus, Amen.

*Please continue to pray for Kristy Dykes.*