Operation First Novel Finalist.

It is with great pleasure that I inform all of you that “Assault On Saint Agnes” has been named a finalist in Operation First Novel for 2013.

2013 Finalist

2013 Finalist

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I think this is normally where novelists tell you all the amazing things they’ve found about their book and how it will change the world.

Who am I to buck tradition?

I really love the book. It has done remarkably well in two major contests (Athanatos Christian Ministries Christian Novel Contest and Operation First Novel by the Christian Writers Guild) and I am confident it will be published soon. It has been some of the hardest work I’ve ever done getting it ready for competition. I have spent countless hours editing, writing new material, consulting with critique partners, and praying for guidance. It’s still amazing to me that the level of work that goes into a book is so darned high.

It’s paying off. Last night I had dinner with a friend who isn’t a reader of Christian Fiction. He’s reading the book. He’s engaged at the story level. Some of this audience will immediately cringe when I say that he’s not spiritually involved. “But that’s the point of Christian Fiction!”

I beg to differ. You can write Christian Fiction, or you can be a Christian who writes fiction. I’m opting for the latter. My stories will have a faith element in them to be sure. I love God: he’s been good to me. But if the story stinks nobody cares about the faith element. My first goal is to write a great story and know that God will guide me in presenting Him in the process.

I have some stories to tell. More books in my head than I could write in what’s left of my life. More being born all the time. But this story, Assault On Saint Agnes, is my best to date. I’m proud of the characters. I’m proud of the plot. And, most of all, I’m proud of the fact that it isn’t a cookie-cutter book that you can guess the ending by page 100. Nope. You have to read the last sentence to know how it ends.

If you aren’t screaming at me when you read that last sentence, I’ve failed. I want you yelling for more. I want you begging for another chapter. I want you to buy the next book because this was so danged good. I think I may have hit that mark right on the nose.

Pray for me. Pray for the success of the book. I know it’ll be a great read. Most of all, I know it will open doors for nonbelievers and invite Christ through the opening in their lives. If I can do that, I’m victorious.

Friday Again – Time To Slack.

After noting my appalling lack of proper capitalisation yesterday, I’ve decided to avoid any more exposure regarding my rotten writing today. Consequently we’re going to do a silly video and some charity links.

In all seriousness, the CPR class noted below is a great idea. Only 20 days left to fit it into your plans for the new year. Look at the folder and see if this fits into your plans. I’m planning on attending!

This is the best deal going for really learning CPR, and it benefits a great charity.

This is the best deal going for really learning CPR, and it benefits a great charity.

If you’re in the Twin Cities and want to help feed the homeless, the link to the Good Neighbor Meals is a great way to put your group’s good intentions to work. Your civic/church/missions group can do some great work right here at home and walk away from the even with a smile and a full heart.

I'm no Gordon Ramsey, but I have fun. You will too!

I’m no Gordon Ramsey, but I have fun. You will too!

Before the silly music video, I’d like to remind each and every person reading this blog that your personal mission doesn’t have to take place in a foreign land. You can reach out and act as the hands and feet of Christ in your own neighborhood. It doesn’t even have to be a meal for 150 souls – it might just be visiting with a lonely neighbor, shoveling the sidewalk for the older woman down the block, offering to watch that young couple’s children for three hours while they have their first date in a year. (Ice that cake and give them a gift certificate for the restaurant – wouldn’t Jesus do that for them?) If anyone asks why you do this for them, the answer is easy: my Lord and Master told me to love you as I love Him. Simple witness, simple act, high impact.

Here’s the silly video:

After all, it’s all about love, isn’t it?

She’s More Popular Than Me.

The dog. Stormy. Every time I write about Stormy my statistics go through the roof. I get a ton of emails. The dog wags her tail. With nothing but good journalism in mind, I present another Stormy story.

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The last few weeks have played havoc with my sleep pattern. Between extra hours in the Santa suit and my work schedule being a train wreck due to the holidays (I’m forced by the joys of a seniority system in which I have none to take the middle of the week off when it’s a holiday.)

Just another random desert photo.

Just another random desert photo.

I Can’t decide what day it is or when to sleep. Consequently the poor dog is unable to predict when I’m going to be home, if I’m going upstairs to change for work or crawl between the sheets. When it’s summer weather I use those transition days to get up super early, eat breakfast, and write or take a walk. When it’s -13 (like today) I pull the blankets up tighter and sleep about 15 hours instead.

This morning Stormy had had enough and woke me up at 0700. Fine, needed to get up anyway. After watching her dance around on the super-cold sidewalk we each had breakfast. She had a dog biscuit and I had a Cliff Bar. Kind of the same level of treat, we both like them better than cereal/kibble. But before we got to the morning menu, I sat down to watch some television.

Much to my surprise she hopped up on the couch with me. That’s happened more often of late. She never sticks around terribly long. Today was the break in the pattern I’ve been waiting for this past year. Once she was done nibbling the pillows, she swung around and laid next to me, head on my leg. For the next 1.5 hours I gently rubbed her nose, her side, her legs, and rested my hand on her. She snoozed.

If you’ve ever had a rescue dog in your life you will recognize this as a big step. She let her guard down and just wanted to be loved. I didn’t dare move the entire time. Only when the stomach grumbling kicked in did I get up for our treats.

Thank you, Jesus, for softening her heart and building her trust. It was the best morning we’ve had yet. And it’s early days in this love affair.

Breakthroughs are wonderful.

Breakthroughs are wonderful.

Thanksgiving Time.

I sometimes wonder how people who don’t believe in God account for the wonderful things that happen in their lives. Even at my most bitter, agnostic moments I still felt that tug of God deep down. I knew the good stuff wasn’t my doing alone – and the same with the bad stuff.

The other day I wrote about the Good Neighbor Meals. I have reread that post more than once and have been amazed every time I watch the video. It has caused me to spend a bit more time than usual being thankful for my life.

Thanksgiving is a day set aside for thanking God for our blessings. That doesn’t seem to be often enough for me. I have found myself doing that several times a day in the past few years. I stop and thank God for all of the gifts he gives me on a regular basis. I get out of my chair and get on a knee on occasion, because I’m humbled in his presence.

Today, in no particular order, I’m going to list some of the things I’ve been thankful for of late. Hopefully you will have a similar list and take some time to reflect on God’s love as well. Continue reading

Maybe Get A Blister On Your Thumb…

We’re probably in trouble if I’m quoting lyrics from the 1980’s, but it sure fit today. Please read on to get some potentially life-changing information. It’s a longer post, but some good photos to help move it along. Here’s the first one!

I'm no Gordon Ramsey, but I have fun.

I’m no Gordon Ramsay, but I have fun.

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I have worked with a group that provides “Good Neighbor Meals” every second and last Saturday of the month for the last five years or so. We work out of the basement fellowship hall of a church in Saint Paul, right near the capitol. I started out washing the big pans, graduated to whatever was needed, moved to cooking, and now, twice a year my wife and I sponsor a meal. We buy all the food, do the cooking and con our friends into serving and doing the cleanup work. This video was taken last Saturday – it amazes me every time I watch it. The video was shot by our friend Michael Stoebner.

It’s -13 outside this morning. I feel a great sense of concern for many of the fine people who joined us for that meal. My heart rests a bit easier because we handed out thousands of calories and dozens of warm coats, sweatshirts, blankets, and gloves. It’s not a fix for the problem, but it’s a start.

That’s my point today – you don’t have to fix the problem, but you do have to try. The Good Neighbor Meal is a great place to start. With the meals I sponsor we feed 150 people and our volunteers. It works out to about $10 a week that I put toward each meal. So, for the equivalent of a couple of fru-fru coffees every week I provide a great meal to some folks that really need it more than I need a Latte. Jesus was totally forthright about us having to take care of others. This meal, and the work that goes into it, provides the feeding of the hungry, love of your neighbor, and clothing the naked that the Bible describes.

My volunteer corps are worthy of a mention here because they were spectacular. I had almost every group in my life working with me that day. I had someone I went to high school with (Hi Dave!), several fellow Christian writers (Gail, Adam!), photographers who had worked with Santa (Donna), friends from church (Diane, Shawana,) tutors I’d taught beside (Pat, Pam,) and a host of others including people I’d been to Haiti with this past year – Michael!!! Heck, we even had a visiting missionary who is on vacation from Haiti join us – Elisa, you’re the bomb!

These people, all of whom have busy lives (and about a dozen others) got there early and worked late. They contributed money, served our guests on china (yup, dignity is a big part of this meal,) and flipped burgers next to me. Not just sliders – we had restaurant quality seasoned burgers, baked beans and bacon (lots of bacon) and chips. Top it off with some good coffee and a cupcake and – well, click this link to see the pictures. They won’t all fit here.

People just like you. People who take the need to love their fellow man seriously. People following the words of Christ.

You can do it as well. Get a dozen of your friends together and talk about helping out. If you all pool funds it’s inexpensive to do a meal. I spend between $400 and $600 and serve some really fine meals. If you serve a simpler meal you can easily do it for under $400, probably closer to $300. Split 15 ways that’s just $20 bucks each. We’ll provide some core volunteers to help get you through the process and make it work. We’ll help you plan the menu, work with you to cook for a large group (it takes some practice) and coordinate your cleanup. You provide the hands and the food and it will all work out.

We need the help. My friends Pam and Pat have shouldered the load for years. I’m looking for people in the Twin Cities who can step up and do this once or twice a year. It’s fun, it’s relatively easy, and it’s God’s will. So, please click on this link and head to our Facebook page to get more information on how you can do the Good Neighbor Meal with your friends, coworkers, church, or scout troop. (Yes, it would be a great project for a scout who is working toward Eagle.)

In case you’re wondering about the title of this post I will now provide the answer: I burned my thumb on the grill scraping it down. Like Dire Straits said, “…maybe get a blister on your thumb.” It’s a small price to pay to serve others.

Maybe get a blister on your thumb.

Maybe get a blister on your thumb.