A little scene from CHOICES — Chapter 6

I love this little scene, it’s one of my top favorites in the whole book.  Just thought I’d share it.  Let me know what you think.

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Understanding

After the evening meal I sat outside the pavilion with Terren, star gazing.

“That one there,” Terren said pointing at a cluster of stars off to the right.  “Is Valiant, the warrior.  Those stars there make up his helmet, and three there are his hand, and the four aligning with those, make up his sword.”

“We have one that’s similar in my world,” I said.  “He’s called Orion the Hunter.  He has two stars for his shoulders, two for his feet, three for his belt and three for his sword.”  I drew Orion in the air as I spoke.

“I would like to see that someday,” Terren commented.

“I don’t even know if I’ll see it again someday.  It was my favorite constellation, though it’s only out in the winter time.  I always looked forward to seeing it up there in the sky.  Then I’d always be sad when it was gone again.”

“Stars can seem like close friends sometimes.  My father loved the stars.  He always told me they were all set in a special place by a divine hand for a season and it was up to us to discover their secrets.  That one there,” Terren pointed to a group of stars that looked like a crooked ‘S’ with two sets of four stars giving it wings.  “That one is called The Dragon; it was my father’s favorite.” 

 “It’s beautiful,” I played with my hair.  “What… what do you believe about divinity Terren?”  The question had been burning in my mind since we had come outside and I finally mustered up the guts to say it.

“Well, for one, there is no such thing as luck.  Everything is set in motion, nothing happens by accident, He causes it all.”

“Who is ‘He’?”

Terren looked at me, “Abir, the Mighty One.”

I looked away.

“Do you know Him?”  Terren asked, placing his hand over mine.

“I… I think I do, but not by that name.”

“My father told me Abir as many names.”

I nodded.

“But weren’t you… weren’t you angry at Him, when your parents were killed?  I mean, why would He do that?”

“I don’t know,” Terren sighed, “Perhaps I will never know or understand until the day I stand before Him.  To answer your question, yes, I was angry at Him, very angry.  To the point where I was a completely different man, but He held on to me and brought me Connor.  Connor helped me to understand that Abir had not abandoned me.  He has been the truest of friends.”

“I still don’t understand,” I mumbled.

“Understand what?”

“What I’m doing here?!  It contradicts everything Terren!  Places like this are not suppose to exists where I come from.  But here I am!  What is He doing?!”  I rung my hands in front of me.  It felt so good to finally say that out load to another human being.

Terren took my hands in his, “Kate, I am not going to pretend I have an answer for you, because I don’t, but I do know that somehow you were meant to be here.”

I looked into his face, he was sincere, so sincere.

“Thank you Terren, I hope you’re right.” 

He smiled, “It’s getting late, we have an early start tomorrow.”  He stood and helped me to my feet.  “Good night Kate, sweet dreams.” 

“You too,” I said.

He pulled me into an embrace, “Hold on Kate.”

My heart swelled and tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my checks.  I pulled away, hiding my tear streaked face.

“Thank you, good night.”  I ran to my room, shut the door, flung myself on the bed and cried.

Truth is My Sword

Yesterday was crazy and I was gone nearly all day.  So I didn’t have time to make Friday’s posts, but instead of just not posting I am giving you Friday’s post today.  Enjoy and sorry it’s late.  _______________________________________________________________________________

We are soldiers.  We have armor.  We have a weapon.  We need to be fighting.

The thought occurred to me a few days ago, something about the Spiritual Armor, or mostly, our Spiritual sword.  We have a sword; Truth is its name, but do we know how to use it?  To become an expert swordsman practice and training (hard training) is involved. 

Now, I love swords.  If I had the money, my wall would be filled with beautiful mounted steal blades.  I also have spared with wooden practice swords and have plans to begin training in the use of the long sword.  Let me tell you, it’s hard.  Even with wood.  Your arms begin to ache, your knuckles turn purple form being wacked one too many times, your heart rate is up and you sweat.  If the physical training is tough, I wonder what the spiritual training is like, but we can’t let that stop us. 

How many of us are training to use our God given weapon; truth.  How many of us can even hold the heavy blade up and swing it?

God gave us this weapon for a reason.  The bible says, “Know the truth and the truth will set you free.”  People, Christians, it’s time to head for boot camp.  It’s time to train; it’s time to take up your sword.

This is what I endeavor to do and you can to.  God gave us the gift of writing.  Ever heard the well know quote “The pen is mightier than the sword”?  In many ways that is true, but we don’t just have a pen to fight with, we have a weapon, THE weapon.  Truth.  Rise up and wield it.

Truth is my Sword,

The Spirit my Fire,

Christ my Passion.

To Write with Faith (Part 1)

How do we write to show our faith? For some the answer is simple, for others, it’s a mystery. But mysteries are meant to be solved, and here is how I solved my own mystery of writing with my faith.

The story:
First, if you love God and are striving to be like Him, your stories should/will reflect that. When I start on a new story idea the first thing I ask myself is; “Does this story in some way have a Christ like theme? Can I give it one?” If not, it never goes any farther than a three sentence idea in my notebook. But if it does or I can, I go on and begin outlining. For instance, my current novels theme is hope, or rather the hope Christ gives us. Tyra’s story is about the saving power of Agape Love. Kate and Terren’s story hasn’t gone very far because I still don’t know what Christ like theme it will reflect.
How do you decide on a theme? Simple, what is God teaching you right now? I’ve noticed that with all my stories, they all reflect what God was teaching me at the time. (I always have hope in Christ. God’s love can overcome anything.)

Write with a purpose:
Don’t write for yourself, writer for Christ. If you are writing for yourself you are writing what the flesh enjoys, but if you write for Christ you are writing what He enjoys. Think of Jesus as your biggest fan, your number one reader, critic and editor. Your writing needs to please Him.
Think about it – If you are a true Bible believing Christian, what kind of witness would you have if you were known for your non-Christian writing?

Be careful:
Don’t give in to that little voice that says, “Writing Christian stories is too hard,” “Not very many people will read them anyway”. I almost gave into that voice, but God got a hold of me and turned me back in the right direction. Hold fast, God is there guiding you. Don’t give up or give in. Pray, cling to the father’s hand. Believe me, it’s worth it.

(Look for part 2 next Friday!)