Is it better to love a reader?

256px-Photograph_of_a_man_and_a_woman_reading_a_bookThe other day while I was out with my daughter, my son-in-law texted her a link describing the many benefits of falling in love with a reader. As you might guess (or know if you’ve read past posts of mine) my daughter is the very definition of an avid reader. So after I sighed with delight over the sentiment expressed in the text itself, I listened with interest as she read the article aloud.

Basically it poses the idea that voracious readers experience life through “deep reading” – in other words, when we’re immersed in a story world we experience a wide spectrum of emotion, learning to see the world not just through our own eyes but through the eyes of a vast array of characters. We become them, and can often understand and then articulate multiple sides while still maintaining our own set of beliefs and values.

This is, of course, the goal of every writer: to create characters so real that when our heroine’s heart thuds at the sight of her hero, the reader’s heart pounds along too. As the first reader of whatever we’re writing, if we writers experience what the characters do, it’s a good bet the reader will go along for the ride. Books that create the ride are a success.

The article itself might be a little fanciful, giving too much credit exclusively to readers (after all, I believe non-readers can be objective, well-versed and empathetic, too). And the title is misleading; it’s not terribly scientific article despite a few links; it’s merely this writer’s opinion. I was, however, surprised at the variety of comments—many supportive, but at least half if not more were offended by the way the article was written. I found that interesting, that people would object to an article extolling the benefits of reading when nearly everyone agrees it’s a good thing. Perhaps the topic caught on among those “skimmers” the article laments are taking the place of deep readers. The original article that inspired this post was from a Time magazine article, and that one evoked only positive responses.

See for yourself! Click here to read the article.

Do you have a sad-meter for your entertainment?

512px-Locomotive_speed_meters_1Sometimes when I’m home with my handicapped son—who requires just enough attention to make impossible doing anything that needs uninterrupted focus—I scan the free movies available from Amazon prime. Even earphones don’t blot out my son’s happy noises, and when I sit in the kitchen I’m right where he wants me most of the time, handily available near the food he likes.

So watching a movie or reading a book is something that can be interrupted without too much frustration. My Amazon search led me to a movie I hadn’t heard of before, The High Cost of Living. It sounded interesting while at the same time a buzz sounded in my head over one review, something like: “it’s a sad movie but I found myself still thinking of the characters the next day.” Usually when a movie or book makes enough of an impact to stay with an audience after the final credits or last page, that means it’s a success.

But that one word . . . sad . . . was the source of the alarm clanging in my head. I’m not sure if it was my mood or if I just generally don’t want to watch something sad (I tend to think it’s the latter) but it took me a while to decide giving the movie a try. I decided to watch it for ten or fifteen minutes and then if I didn’t like the characters enough to risk them tearing my heart to pieces, I’d go back to searching for something else.

I ended up watching the entire movie. And yes, it was sad. But it was compelling, too. At one point one of the characters wonders how it happens that a person can think of themselves in one way, as one sort of person, but because of decisions we’ve made along the way that person we think we are isn’t at all how the world views us. Maybe we’re not who we thought we were. I found that fascinating, and the character portraying this dilemma absolutely convincing.

And yet, once the final credits did roll, while I was glad to have seen the movie and agree that the characters were likely to ramble around in my head for a while, I have to add this movie to others I’ve seen that I’d rather not watch again. I can watch comedies, musicals, and romantic tales again and again, even to the point of knowing the next line. But sad movies go on a shelf somewhere, tucked away, not forgotten but having little hope of being visited again. I have a Pinterest page with such movies, and it’s one of my briefest I think because my sad-meter warns me away.

Do you have a sad-meter? Or perhaps a violence-meter, or some other aspect you’d rather not read or view?

Memories

The other day while looking for something in a drawer that I seldom open, I came across an old cassette tape my mother made for my son a few years before she died. I’d forgotten about it around the time cassette players gave way to our digital age, and so I haven’t heard it in years. After looking for an old player that would accommodate the nearly obsolete technology, I slipped in the tape and voila! there was my mother’s voice, a sound I haven’t heard for such a long time.

It was, of course, a bittersweet moment. She had a lovely voice and since this tape was intended for my handicapped son, a child who even then she knew wouldn’t progress past the functional level of a toddler, she sang a variety of lullabies familiar to him. She also told a few stories that I remember her telling to me when I was a child.

I’ve often attributed to my mom my desire to write stories. When I was very young my mother proved that while a lot of wonderful stories come from between the pages of a published book, that’s not the only place they can be found. They all start in someone’s head. Perhaps not surprisingly, my favorite stories were the ones that came from my mother’s imagination. The pictures her words drew in my mind seemed every bit as detailed as the full-color illustrations in books bought in a store.

Ever since then I’ve longed to transfer pictures from my own imagination to others. Discovering the lost tape reminded me why.

One last note about my discovery of this tape. While I was listening to it, my husband was out running an errand. He called to let me know there was a beautiful double rainbow in the sky, so I ran out to see it. I went back inside with a smile, thinking God still sends messages in rainbows. With perfect timing, He was reminding me I’d see my mom again someday.

Fun Gift for Book-lovers

This past weekend my daughter gave me a Mother’s Day gift that confirmed my belief that I’d raised a book-lover like myself (as if I needed such confirmation!).

Beyond the obvious that this is a good-sized, really sturdy tote bag, it has the added fun of being a visual representation of one of our favorite fictional characters: Anne of Green Gables.

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The design consists of tiny little words from the actual novel!*

 

 

 

 

 

 

My daughter really is a natural bookworm. She’s loved reading as long as I can remember –  however it’s a special memory to recall the first time she read Anne of Green Gables. When Matthew dies (I hope that’s not a spoiler for some who haven’t read it!) my daughter had tears running down her face. That was the first time I knew she’d be a life-long reader, because she allowed the characters a place so real in her heart that it moved her to tears.

That is, of course, the goal of every writer. We invite our readers in and hope they become so deeply immersed into our story world that it leaks out into the real world through tears, laughter, a sigh, raised brow, quickened pulse, or some other expression that’s as tangible as the book in their hands.

*For other designs from the classics, visit Litographs.

Forgiveness

A natural element in both Christian fiction and non-fiction deals with forgiveness. It’s a popular topic, with the promise that forgiveness helps not just the one being forgiven but also the person doing the forgiving.

I was reminded of this theme over the weekend when I saw the movie The Railway Man, a story of a man who survived being a POW during the Second World War, when he was also tortured by his Japanese captors. It was a movie I wasn’t sure I wanted to see, not because of the grim subject matter but because my own father was a POW of the Japanese as well. I wasn’t sure I wanted a visual representation of some of the things he went through.

To be sure, it wasn’t easy to watch young men being herded into cattle cars under a sweltering sun and transported for who-knows-how-long on yet another version of the Death March my father traveled. The beatings, the slave labor, the general shaming each prisoner met were all common stories from camps like the ones my father endured.

512px-Giving_a_sick_man_a_drink_as_US_POWs_of_Japanese,_Philippine_Islands,_Cabanatuan_prison_campI recalled my father saying to me some time before he died that if he’d had the chance he’d have returned to the Philippines (where he was taken) and then to Manchuria where he spent another long segment of time during his POW experience. Although I couldn’t understand why, this must have been a rather common feeling. The movie touched on this as a part of healing as well.

Since the war ended, China has preserved the very POW camp that housed my father. Obviously my father wasn’t the only POW who wanted to return to the scene of such a devastating time in his life.

My dad was one of the strong, silent types as so many of his generation were. To the end of his life he suffered bouts of malaria, one of several diseases afflicting those who were malnourished and kept in appalling conditions at such camps as Bilibid and Cabanatuan before being transferred on the “Hell Ship” Tottori Maru to Mukden, Manchuria where he was used as unpaid labor until the end of the war.

I often think about the things he endured, because it somehow makes the comparatively trivial challenges I face easier to deal with. But this was the first time I wondered how my father felt about forgiveness toward those who held him captive.

What do you think? If you’d been held for 3 1/2 years of your life, do you think forgiveness would come . . . with time? In fiction we often remind our characters that withholding forgiveness only hurts the one hanging on to the pain. I do know, somewhere along the way, my father let go of any anger or bitterness he might have held. He said his time served was done in the name of his country; he wasn’t alone; he mattered. He went on to live what I saw as a productive, happy life. He wasn’t often haunted by his memories that I could tell, perhaps partly because he’d been so young at this time of his life. The only time I saw any resentment toward the Japanese was when I was older and brought home a Toyota. All he said was that he’d wished I bought American. :-)

The Sound of Musical Writing

Gclef_A1_1-4The other day I happened to be reminded of an old memory of my husband listening to the radio as he painted the walls along our basement stairs. The host was reading a school lunch menu . . . in French. Suddenly chicken or macaroni and cheese sounded sooo much more appetizing!

That reminded me of another memory of an old friend of mine, a fellow writer who also happened to have been an actress and TV journalist at various times in her life. She’s lovely, for one thing, but beside that possesses a voice that certainly added to her value in front of an audience, live or on the air. When she was writing, she would bring her manuscript to our critique group and read it aloud. Instantly, we would be swept up in the world she created with words and sound.

Finally, recently I listed to the audio version of Susanna Kearsley’s The Firebird. The story was well researched, the characters sympathetic and appealing, the plot with romantic elements well structured. But I think what I appreciated every bit as much as the writing was the performance of the narrator. She was completely convincing in each of the accents—British, Scot, Russian, even an American thrown in for good measure. I was right there in the world she created for me, even when she read the parts of the male characters.

I say all of this because sometimes the sound of words can so enhance the words themselves that it’s fun to read them aloud from time to time! Granted, the performance might make a difference, or the rhythm of the words themselves. I’m imagining how nice my work-in-progress might sound if I heard it in French or if someone with a rich voice and no fear of emoting did the reading. But as I recall another detail from my voice-talented friend, I didn’t want her to read my manuscript at our writer’s group because I knew she would make it sound better than it was, and I wouldn’t get the constructive criticism I was looking for. So there is definitely a right time, at least for a writer, to have our work performed.

But as readers, I think it’s a fun exercise to read a scene or two aloud from whatever book we’re enjoying, if only to let our ears enjoy the sound of musically written words.

A Trouble Antidote posted by Maureen Lang

512px-Candle_or_SorrowEven Jesus acknowledged in Matthew Chapter 6 that troubles are part of life, and I have yet to meet anyone who hasn’t faced some kind of challenge.

 

There are many ways to deal with our troubles.

 

We can ignore them. This is, after all, a blog for readers and reading is one of the best escapes I can think of. While we all benefit from the refreshing elements of temporary escapism, a wise billboard outside a local dentist office once taught me: Your teeth are the only things that will go away if you ignore them.

 

We can wallow in our troubles. This includes regular pity parties, a face more accustomed to frowning than smiling, eventual isolation and perhaps bitterness. Isolation because who wants to spend time with a sour puss and bitterness when we realize no one wants to spend time with a sour puss.

 

Spend endless hours and countless dollars in therapy about our troubles, trying to fix it on our own. This could reap some benefits but might also bankrupt us and does run the risk of too much self-absorbtion after a while. I’m not suggesting therapy isn’t a good idea, but it’s not the answer to every form of disappointment in life. Sometimes it’s just hard to find a good therapist we can afford, especially since many of our troubles have a spiritual element.

 

We can give our troubles to someone else. This antidote sounds nice, doesn’t? Just hand over our problems and let someone else do the wrestling. The problem with this, if we can find such a hero or heroine to accept the burden, is that no one else likely cares quite the way we do, and the answer they come up with may not be best for us.

 

Or we can hand them over to God. Like so many Christian platitudes this is something we hear but the meaning is lost. Surrendering our trouble to God takes a combination of faith, trust, and conscious effort. It’s easy to go through the steps. Pray about something, telling God we’re handing over the issue, and will wait on His answer. But a little while later we take up the worry again. So we start the process over, only this time we add a little guilt to the mix because we obviously didn’t do it right the first time, or at least didn’t have enough faith to wait.

 

For me, the best way to get through a tough issue is to remember that this isn’t a faith issue. I may not have the faith of an apostle, but all that’s needed is a mustard seed size and I’m pretty sure I have at least that much.

 

Faith is the foundation to this antidote, even tiny, itsy-bitsy faith, but that’s not where it ends. We can find comfort in the Bible even with wobbling faith, reminding ourselves of the promises God has made for our future and our hope (Jer 29:11, Prov 3:5-6, Rom 8:28). Make time to collect a list of God’s promises.

 

The next thing to do while waiting for Him to answer, in action or direction, is to remember what God has done in the past—in the big areas, of course, like creating a world as extensively, amazingly, astonishingly gorgeous and complex as the one we live in. Dive into the proof of God’s love that’s right at our doorstep.

 

And then we should look at the smaller stuff. For me, God proved His love a long time ago when I first realized there was more to life than just my own plans. We have a Savior who was willing to die for us so we can look forward to heaven. He’s loved me through my own rebellions, fears, and mistakes. He’s provided practical gifts too, like a roof and clothing and enough food to eat. And He’s given me ample opportunities to rejoice with other kinds of gifts: beautiful birds to admire when I look out my window; books to read and to write; friends to love; people and other resources to experience the joy of learning and growing. Best of all, I have a wonderful husband, a precious family who needs me and a church I love.

 

I guess what it boils down to is a song from one of my favorite Christmas movies. I know April is hardly the time to be thinking about a season that comes with cold weather and snow when we just finished one of the worst winters in recent memory, but do you remember the song Bing Crosby sang to Rosemary Clooney in the movie White Christmas? Some of the lyrics went something like this: When you’re troubled and you can’t sleep, count your blessings instead of sheep.

 

So that’s my advice for getting through tough times: Remember God’s love by counting your specific blessings, entrust the outcome based on what the Bible promises and remember the positive things He’s done for you in your own, personal past.

The Little Joys by Maureen Lang

512px-Colours_of_Happiness_3The other day I had a brief email chat with a friend about the emotional life most writers experience. Writers as a group generally tend to be on the sensitive side. My friend mentioned how hard it is to open yourself up to possible rejection, which is a feeling all writers experience in one way or another sooner or later. My first reaction was to remind her God didn’t necessarily create us just so we could be happy. If that were the case then everyone would come to God just for the happy bucket and faith would be unnecessary.

I also reminded her of the old Campus Crusade pamphlet with the image of a train. The locomotive/engine is Fact (The Word of God) and the coal car fueling that fact is Faith. Emotions come last, as the little caboose tagging along for life’s ride.

As soon as I finished minimizing the importance of our emotional lives, I remembered that she happens to be writing a wonderful book on Joy – a very real human emotion. Of course God does want us to have an abundant life (John 10:10), and Paul set an example for us to learn to be content in all circumstances (Philippians 4:11). In fact, one of the fruits of the spirit is joy (Galatians 5:22). So obviously part of life is to experience emotion. Emotions can be a great blessing.

But our culture seems to see happiness as the most important thing in life. Ask many parents nowadays what they want for their children and a number of them would probably say they just want their kids to be happy. Is that really the most important thing we should hope for our children? What about a faith-filled, responsible life of integrity? Wouldn’t happiness come as a result of a fruitful, meaningful life—as a byproduct, so to speak, of a life well lived?

I guess I’m thoughtful about happiness because it’s easy to fall into a trap. Eat this, it’ll make you happy. Watch this movie, it’ll leave you happy. Buy this product, it’ll make you happy. Even . . . dare I say this to another faithful reader: read this book, it’ll bring you happiness.

That’s all well and good, and some of those promises may come true, at least on a temporary basis. But I still maintain that happiness shouldn’t be our main goal in life. Sometimes eating the wrong thing that tastes good is bad for us. Or watching a movie that doesn’t fill our mind with the best images, or buying something we can’t afford, or even reading a book that might not be something we should let muddy our minds. Happiness can sometimes be self-indulgent.

However, I didn’t start this post with the idea of chastising anyone, myself included. I’m not even sure I’m totally on board a train analogy that puts so little value in emotions, since we were obviously created as emotional beings. Emotions, if we can, should be filtered through fact and reason, but they certainly play a huge part in every human life.

I was thinking about a little joy I felt today when a book was delivered to my door. It’s just want I need to help me research my current project. When the Postal Truck pulled up I watched with interest as she put a few things into the postal box on the road . . . but when I saw her add that flat cardboard container I burst into a full-fledged smile. My book arrived!

Ah, those little joys in life shouldn’t be taken for granted, should they?

Are Readers Seeing The Change?

Lately there has been so much talk about the changes in the publishing world that it seemed as if everyone must see those changes. Perhaps the Internet was the beginning, with a move from brick and mortar stores to online retailers, including the ready availability of reviews by which many readers decide whether or not to purchase. The opportunity to move from exclusively paper bound books to digital reading was the next big shift, leading to further consolidation of publishers. It’s also led to price changes; cover changes to fit a digital market; a growing number of small publishers; a growing number of self-publishers as well as writers who work with publishers and who also self-publish. The list of changes can go on and on and on.

But if I were to talk to my sister, an avid reader who cares only about a good read and not at all about the business end of things, she would say she wasn’t even aware of many things on that list. She enjoys digital books, more reader-friendly prices, but that’s about it. How do I know this? Because when she mentions a good book to me and I ask about details, all she can tell me is the title and the author. She notices book covers but it doesn’t get in the way if she doesn’t like it, especially if someone has recommended the book to her. She likes having a book loaned to her (harder to do in digital format) but likes not paying full price for trade or worse, hardback prices.

She has never cared about which publisher puts out a book, whether it’s traditionally or independently published, whether it’s a translation or not, even whether it’s a bestseller or not. She only cares about the story.

When talking to other readers, it seems obvious they don’t care much about the business end of things, either. In fact, these days many readers assume if you’ve written a book you must have paid to put it out there. If they learn a “real” publisher paid for everything the next assumption is that the writer has made a lot of money from the project.

When I talk to other writers, though, everyone feels the ground shifting beneath us. For the most part writers seem to be optimistic, at least the ones I’ve talked to. Going “indie” has some appeal (self-publishing) particularly for writers who already have a few readers looking for a particular author’s next book, a ready-made audience. I’m not sure publishers or agents feel quite as optimistic, but the fact is traditional publishing continues to hold a certain amount of status, meticulous editing (most of the time), wonderful covers (most of the time), better distribution (most of the time).

That status, though, is mainly noticed among writers. Readers just want a good story!

Am I right?

Daily Progress

I have a friend who set a daily writing goal of 1,000 words per day. For her that means fiction writing, so a blog post like this wouldn’t count, or any other social networking writing. A thousand words per day may not sound very daunting, at least to those who can whip out 10,000 or more on a good day. That’s not to say she doesn’t have some days when she’ll write far more words and spend the following day with other pursuits. But the average goal must be met because it’s really 365,000 words in a year that she’s after—meaning several projects can be completed.

My daughter used to read a book a day when she took public transportation to and from work. She had an hour-long bus ride in the morning, another hour in the evening, and often an entire hour at lunch that she could spend reading. She would also finish her day with a book at home after dinner or before bed. For a fast reader like her, she could finish even a hefty book in a day or two.

I’m neither a fast writer nor a fast reader. My personal goal for writing is around 2,000 words per day, but I rarely work weekends because there are just too many distractions, and I take a sabbath rest from sundown Saturday until sundown Sunday. But for me, that’s enough progress to feel like I’m accomplishing something—and entire books do get finished this way.

For reading, I save that for the end of my day. There are some days when I read only a page or two before my eyelids get heavy, but there are others (particularly on weekends!) when I can read quite a chunk. I’m certainly not reading the number of books my daughter read when she had three+ hours per day, but I still escape into another world on a regular basis and benefit from it in so many ways (enjoyment, education, honing my own love of the craft)512px-Two_people_rock_climbing.

We all define progress in our own way; what works for me may not work for you, and vice versa. But if we make time for the things that are important to us, progress is bound to happen.

So carve out a little time for the things that are important to you. Progress happens!

Surviving hibernation with a good book!

IMG_0228Our yard has pretty much looked like this all winter . . . which  means the roads are often slick and the temps are below freezing. I end up staying home whenever possible.

This might be torture for some, but heaven for skiers—and readers like me! I have the luxury of being surrounded by books nearly all of the time, and this winter is no exception. I’m reading research books for my current writing project, a couple of books I received for Christmas, books I’m judging for a contest, book club books, books that were written by friends, even audio books I enjoy on my iPhone or for those times I really do have to drive and can listen in the car as I go so slowly along the snowy roads. As an avid reader, I couldn’t be happier—especially since this winter has been so cold, snowy, and loooong (it’s still January!).

How do non-readers who don’t ski or like winter get through it? I know there are more entertainment choices than ever out there, but I couldn’t imagine not wanting to escape into a good book. No more snowy roads to worry about! Just grab a blanket and snuggle down to be swept away into another world.

Speaking of entertainment choices, in this day and age there are more books than ever to choose from. Several of the books I’ve enjoyed lately have been self-published, which is broadening my choices even more than I expected. My goodness, how self-published books have changed! While I still haven’t raved over the cover art on many and I’ve occasionally spotted areas where a good editor would have come in handy, I realize that’s just me being nit-picky. I’m so used to critiquing my own work as well as the work coming up in my critique circles that I can’t turn off the editor in me. But I’m fairly sure someone who reads purely for enjoyment wouldn’t even notice some of the things that cross my mind. As a writer, though, reading self-published books released by established writers (those already having worked with traditional publishers) is fascinating. It’s like getting to read their writing in its purest form, without any other voice influencing it—sometimes for worse but very often for better. It’s a great study in the truest presentation of that writer’s voice; I guess I feel like I’m getting to know them even better than I would have otherwise.

So today I’m celebrating hibernation, because it’s such a good excuse to read, and I have more books at my fingertips than ever!

Merry Christmas!

512px-Nesterov-Birth_of_ChristFor our Christmas service, my pastor reminded us of Jesus’ uncle whose name was Zacharias. He was an old and godly man, but without children. One day the angel Gabriel came to him with the news that his wife Elizabeth would soon give birth! But despite Zacharias’s faith and that an angel stood before him, he doubted this could happen. He was an old man, after all, and so was his wife!
This was the one time in Zacharias’s life that he probably should have kept his thoughts to himself, because Gabriel wasn’t kidding: he took away Zacharias’s speech until the child would be born.

Of course Gabriel was telling the truth about the coming child and Elizabeth did soon give birth. Their neighbors rejoiced with them, asking what they would name the boy. Elizabeth said John – and they were surprised. Who were they naming this child for? There is no John in their family. So they asked Zacharias, and by habit he reached for his slate and wrote the same name: He is to be called John.
Instantly he could speak again, and this is what he said:

Luke 1:67-79
Living Bible (TLB)
67 Then his father, Zacharias, was filled with the Holy Spirit and gave this prophecy:
68 “Praise the Lord, the God of Israel, for he has come to visit his people and has redeemed them. 69 He is sending us a Mighty Savior from the royal line of his servant David, 70 just as he promised through his holy prophets long ago— 71 someone to save us from our enemies, from all who hate us.
72-73 “He has been merciful to our ancestors, yes, to Abraham himself, by remembering his sacred promise to him, 74 and by granting us the privilege of serving God fearlessly, freed from our enemies, 75 and by making us holy and acceptable, ready to stand in his presence forever.
76 “And you, my little son, shall be called the prophet of the glorious God, for you will prepare the way for the Messiah. 77 You will tell his people how to find salvation through forgiveness of their sins. 78 All this will be because the mercy of our God is very tender, and heaven’s dawn is about to break upon us, 79 to give light to those who sit in darkness and death’s shadow, and to guide us to the path of peace.

Here we are, sitting in sin’s darkness and in the shadow of death.We can feel that’s true, can’t we? We don’t have to look far to see that even in this most joyous season we still suffer from strained relationships, loneliness, sickness—many symptoms of a world that long ago decided not to accept the love of our Creator.

But Zacharias told us Heaven’s light was about to shine on us down here in this dark world. Jesus was about to be born to guide us on the path to peace.

Take a moment to remember what we celebrate today: Jesus is THE path to peace, sent to us because of the tender mercy of our creator.

Praise God! Our Savior is born!

Christmas Season Memories

512px-Presepi2003The Christmas season is in full swing, and we all know how quickly it goes. This year it seems especially fast, and as always it’s filled with activities demanding our attention. It’s easy just to mark off those days until the 25th without much time for reflection, personal or spiritual.

In an attempt to make a memory or recall one from my own past, I’ve gotten into the habit each year of squeezing in some family time to slow things down.

One year we read favorite scenes aloud from A Christmas Carol. Another season I read short stories from a collection called A Christmas Treasury of Yuletide Stories & Poems. This year we’re sharing favorite holiday memories in some quiet time around the tree, and we’ll read about Jesus’ birth from the Book of Luke in the Bible. That’s connected to one of my favorite holiday memories. When my family got together on Christmas Eve we’d gather round, read from Luke, light a candle then sing Happy Birthday to Jesus.

One thing I’ve learned about moments of connectedness. They might happen randomly, but in this digital age when a lot of our friends are mainly online, we need to be more intentional about making face-to-face connections with the people around us. Many times my husband, youngest son and I have been in the same room together but each of us have been on our own personal electronic device. We may as well have been in separate corners of the world for all of the fellowship we enjoyed during those times.

In contrast to that, every day my husband and I sit down for what we call “debriefing.” After dinner, after the dishes are done, we sit together in the quiet living room and just talk about our days. We’ve done this for years, and I can hardly describe how precious this time is to me. We get to discuss what’s on our minds, what’s happened during our day, our plans for the next. This is usually after my husband has read most of the newspaper (yes, we’re just old fashioned enough to receive one made out of real paper). So we discuss current events, too. Now that our youngest son is older he often comes into the room and we grill—ahem, I mean, discuss things—with him, too.

The holiday season is a special time of year, one that reminds us of the personal God who loved us so much He became one of us not only to pay the price for our shortcomings, but so we could trust Him to understand us in a way we can relate. We may think it’s logical for our creator to know what we’re like, since He made us. But He also knows what it’s like from personal experience. This season is ideal to remember the personal relationship that matters into eternity, one that makes face-to-face time with Him easy to remember as we hear classic carols that sing of His birth.

Let’s make sure some of our Christmas season memories this year are personal with those around us, and also with the One who made us.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Anyone who went through grade school in this country has probably heard about America’s first Thanksgiving: Pilgrims and Indians sharing a three day feast over the pilgrim’s first bountiful harvest.

George_Washington_by_Gilbert_Stuart,_1795-96What I didn’t know until hearing it on the radio was that George Washington was the first president to desire a national day of Thanksgiving. We’d just come through a fierce battle for independence, and Washington knew this young country needed our own traditions. Something different from the ones formerly celebrated as subjects of the English crown, something uniquely our own.

So he dictated a Thanksgiving Proclamation, one filled with gratitude to the Almighty God. While it didn’t exactly join the country’s politics with religion, it did recognize the desire to give thanks to God for the many blessings bestowed on this country. To read the entire (but brief!) proclamation, click here.

Lincoln_O-60_by_Brady,_1862Amazingly enough, that proclamation was lost in the shuffle of paper when the capitol was moved from New York to Washington, D.C. While there may have been many harvest time feasts celebrated throughout the following years, it wasn’t until Abraham Lincoln issued another Thanksgiving Proclamation that this holiday became official. He wanted to remind the nation that even in the midst of war we had much to be grateful for. Read Lincoln’s Thanksgiving Proclamation here.

So as you enjoy your bounty and your family this week, remember to thank God for your many blessings, even after or within the midst of any earthly trials. You’ll be in the company of two great presidents if you do!

Audio Books

I must admit I used to have mixed feelings about audio books. Most of my own titles have been contracted as audios, which was nice, especially since when I listened to snippets I thought they did a terrific job. But frankly between the price and what I assumed would be slower progress through a book, I wasn’t an early fan of this form of “reading.”

Until my daughter was telling me how much she enjoyed listening to books in the car on her way to and from work. I work at home, so that didn’t hold much appeal—however, I do take the dog for a walk every day and have grown a bit weary of listening to the same songs. I mix my songs and separate them on different lists according to various moods or even book theme to help generate ideas for whatever story I may be working on. That’s always made my walks a favorite time of my day. But my music library needs a serious update. If only I had the time!

While waiting for the right time to do that, I thought it might be a good idea to try a book on tape for my walks instead.

Like magic, we can have stories read to us the way they were meant to sound!

Like magic, we can have stories read to us the way they were meant to sound!

Now I wish I’d given audio books a chance earlier! I’ve listened to several books this way, and each one has been a delight. I find myself enjoying more titles this way, books I might not have taken the time to explore. For the most part, the performances are terrific. Even ones that seem a little strained or robotic at first soon bow to the power of the plot and characters and I get caught up in the story.

I feel like I’m rediscovering my love of books all over again! Not only that, I’m taking longer walks so my dog and I are getting a little more exercise. :-) I can also do quite a bit of multi-tasking when it comes to this form of entertainment. I can listen in the car, just as my daughter does, but to and from the grocery store instead of work. I no longer hurry home or mind slow traffic, because the journey to and from anywhere is so enjoyable. I can also listen while I sweep the floor or fold laundry or any number of household duties when I’m alone. I realize just how wrong I was to assume listening to a book would take longer than physically reading it myself. I usually read before going to bed, but I’m often too tired to get very far no matter how enjoyable the book. So listening while I’m doing other things has allowed me to zoom through new titles faster than many other books I’ve held in my hands to read.

 

With the deal I have through Audible I pay just over $11 per title, unless they offer a special or daily deal when I can take advantage of lower prices. This isn’t a commercial for that site, though. You may prefer another site and get an even better deal.

Next time you’re invited to a free trial, single audio title for free or want to join a special deal for audio titles, I’d recommend giving it a try. You might just be won over!

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