Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

It was -24 Fahrenheit this morning. That’s stupid cold. But it made for a neat metaphor.

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My house is 100 years old this year. Over that time a lot of changes have been made to the original structure. Electrical wire was run through the gas pipes when gas lighting went out of vogue. The dreadful old tub (with a light fixture next to the shower head) is long gone and a modern bathroom in its place. The yard has been turned over, a new garage, and lots of changes.

The house was built on a strong foundation. It was made as only homes of that era were in this neighborhood – custom woodwork, strong beams, solid floors. Over the last 20 years we’ve invested well and wisely in things like new windows, doors, a new roof, a deck, and numerous modifications to the electrical and plumbing systems.

The last time it got this cold was 1996. We’d lived in the house 3 years at that point and it did a small amount of creaking and howling when the temp dropped out of sight because it was largely unchanged from when we bought it. Because of all the changes in the last 20 years last night was pretty loud. Stormy didn’t sleep too much with the nails groaning, windows snapping into place, and joists creaking.

I was, however, unconcerned that we would make it through the night. For this house, like the life Christ asks us to live, was built solidly. Not on shifting sands, not with cheap construction, but with care, love, and proper maintenance. I knew that we’d come out the other side in good shape. I know I’ll come out the other side of death in good shape as well.

If you predicate your life on the foundations of God’s love you will find that a few boards pop now and again, some new paint is needed, and your windows fog a bit, but you weather the storms and troubles that life throws your way. This old house, and I, both creak more than ever before. We both have some parts that are almost worn out and will need to be replaced down the road. But come morning, regardless of the temperature, we’ll both be here.

It’s a comforting feeling. I’m warm inside while others are not. I pray for them today that they might find shelter from the weather. I pray for them the rest of the time that they find the refuge in Christ that I’ve ensconced myself in these past few years. It’s a cold and lonely place out there when it’s -24 and the sun is long since over the horizon. It’s even worse when God is not part of your life.

Say a prayer for those outside the house of God this morning. Check your foundation and make sure that it’s not in need of some work. I know mine needs constant tending and I’m glad to put in the work.

Be blessed and warm today. I’ll pray for you.

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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