I read a Christian book by prolific writer, Gilbert Morris called Charade last week. It was copyrighted in 2005, published by Zondervan Publishing, Grand Rapids, MI. Once I started, it seemed this wasn’t the first time I perused this fictional tome.
Maybe because it wasn’t new to me, I found myself getting into the mindset of the morbidly obese main character, Ollie Benson. He weighed over 400 pounds and most people treated him like a freak. An intelligent, sensitive man about to become a millionaire.
I don’t want to spoil the story, but I began to notice some health tips interspersed where it made sense to the plot. With COVID 19, I’ve heard many individuals gained 35 pounds as the norm.
I’ve not put on much, but after finishing a diet competition ending in July of this year, my weight’s set point went up a few pounds a month or so afterwards. I’m trying to find my way back to a previous lower weight where I felt better.
I liked Charade because of the interesting characters and because I know Gilbert Morris researches the factional information. The twists in the action kept me turning the pages.
Gilbert Morris doesn’t usually write this kind of book. It’s more suspenseful than his historical novels with sweet romance included.
If you’re reading more than usual during this pandemic and in America, during the political processes going on, perhaps you’ll discover Charade, and enter a world outside of the ordinary.
I have not written as much
lately because I spent thirteen days with my children and four grandchildren.
Three of the grandkids caught the flu, so I drove north to babysit them for a
week. The rest of the time they visited us during February break from school
while construction workers replaced ceilings, put in overhead lights, and
refashioned an archway between two rooms, etc. at their home.
I love being with family-playing games, making meals and doing dishes, catching up on laundry. Fortunately for me, they just had fevers and coughs when I reached them on Sunday night. Although, I kept telling them to cover their mouths when they coughed and to turn their heads. “I don’t want to catch the flu!”
Recently, I lost some of
my joy because I live in New York State. Our legislators passed a bill that if
the mother of an unborn baby has any reason for wanting to abort that child,
for whatever medical reason they can come up with, at any time before the little
one leaves the womb, they can let the medical person know and the human being
is killed. It may be hours from birth, a perfectly viable life and get snuffed
Then to add to my
distress, living in the land of the free, the land of the brave, dear God, how
far have we fallen, the senators in Washington, D.C., including our New York
State representatives, voted that if a living baby survives the attempted
murder during a botched abortion, no medical care will be extended. The tiny
person is not offered a blanket or something to suck on for sustenance. It’s
left to die. I never thought I’d hear of INFANTICIDE in this country.
So, I haven’t felt like blogging, I’m sorry to say. I’ve taken joy from the children around me. I’ve cried out to God to soften the hearts of people that probably would be outraged at the inhumane treatment of animals and yet, disregard the lives of babies that God says He knows as they’re fashioned in the wombs of their mothers in Psalm 139:13-16.
I know times get worse
before Jesus comes back and an increase in evil comes forth as people reject
God and His ways. It’s just hard to see it and understand. When President Obama
was a senator in Illinois, he was the only politician to vote to let a newborn
languish on the table if the abortion failed. That wasn’t that long ago. The
U.S. senate has two senators per state, and they only needed seven more votes
to protect the little ones. They got 53 votes. That means 67 people said, “Let
the infant die,” although I heard the weather kept some senators from reaching
Washington, D.C. on time. But, did they wait for a larger turn out? No!
I think the senate should
have been mandated to go to an abortion clinic and see what happens before they
cast their votes. And if they came to New York State, they would see that the
providers don’t have to be a doctor to perform an abortion. So much for the
safety of the mother.
I took science fiction
courses in college back in the day, and some of the stuff that I shuddered over
back then and felt would never happen is upon us now. So, I pray for people to
wake up and consider what they believe and why they believe it. Is it worth
killing babies for the convenience of the mother? Many women suffer after they’ve
taken the lives of their child with depression, breast cancer, and infertility.
One thing I’ve heard-the younger generation is not believing the embryo is
fertilized tissue with no life at conception. So, I try to remain hopeful and I
pray that people won’t want to use these so-called “freedoms” of choice. Then
it won’t matter what’s in the law books.
If you read through my
rant, God bless you. Maybe if enough people stand up and say this isn’t right,
the politicians will understand their tenure is on shaky grounds.
May God bless you and
protect you from the evil one.
I’ve been reading a book by T. Davis Bunn, now writing as Davis Bunn, called Promises to Keep. Bethany House Publishers published it in 1991 and T. Davis Bunn copyrighted it in 1991. I read it before, but I wanted to read it again. I’m learning about politics and lobbyists and the way laws come into being or bills are buried so they disappear. I didn’t see this the last time I read the book because there was so much to the story. It covers some uncomfortable issues. It makes me aware that I don’t know what the laws are that this fictionalized tale speaks of. The author leaves footnotes to tell of actual testimonies and persuasive arguments.
This book emphasizes the power of prayer. I received a newsletter from an evangelist who came to our church a few times. He asked that his readers would please pray; that God is in control of the elections and of our country and of our world. Both he and T. Davis Bunn remind their readers that what might seem impossible is not impossible to God.
Luke 18:27, (ESV) quotes Jesus here: But he said, “What is impossible with man is possible with God.”
In this instance He is speaking of how hard it is for a rich person to come to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, in other words, to be saved.
Also, in Luke 1:37, (ESV) says: “For nothing will be impossible with God.”
In this particular conversation, Mary, the mother of Jesus is being told that her elderly aunt, Elizabeth is pregnant. Then the information that nothing will be impossible with God is declared.
I take great comfort in God’s Word. He is all powerful and He is in control. Nothing is impossible to Him, even though He allows things to happen that break His heart because He gives mankind free will. Yet, I recall many times over my life getting a small nudging to turn this way or don’t eat that, because God was trying to direct my paths so I’d avoid injury.
Once was early on in my walk with God. I kept having insistent thoughts to turn down a particular street or to try and sell a school fundraising item to a family on another side street. I would rationalize the ideas away. Why would I turn here, it’s out of my way?
I don’t want to bother that family; they’re putting their groceries away, I decided. So, I headed the straightest route home with my elementary-aged daughter and encountered a fierce dog. I froze while she flapped her arms around and said, “Mommy, look, a dog.”
I couldn’t even speak. The dog bit her and I developed a strong fear of dogs. I then understood why I kept having these promptings to go another way. Thankfully, it just bit once and the owners came running out of their garage to whisk it away. I learned a lesson that day. If I sense God leading me in a way that’s a little out of the ordinary, I just take it, most of the time. I’m still learning.
I’m praying about the next big project God wants me to write. “Please direct me, I pray in Jesus’ name.”
I started reading the book, Imposter today, written by Davis Bunn; published by WestBow Press; Nashville, TN and copyrighted in 2006. The title grabbed me. Then I read the fly leaf summary and felt compelled to read it.
I like reading suspense novels that deal with politics and people’s motives. It’s a fast moving story with lots of interesting twists.
My husband got invited to a men’s retreat this weekend with our youngest son, and I invited myself to visit my daughter and her family for the weekend. Other times I’ve stayed at home. I felt a need to see my loved ones and to take a break and rejuvenate for a bit. I brought the book with me and am actually taking time to read it. Often times, I’ll bring a book and some writing and not touch them once. I get involved with the kids and the rest of the family and it feels as if immediately the time is gone.
Ephesians 5:15-17, (ASV) says “Look therefore carefully how ye walk, not as unwise, but as wise; redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Wherefore be ye not foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.”
I’ve written these verses before, but I don’t apologize for it because I feel as if in the background, I have a clock ticking, almost like the crocodile with the clock in his belly in “Peter Pan.” My clock is not so loud or insistent, but on occasion I wake up to it and realize it’s still there. Reminding me that time is not standing still.
We have a full weekend planned and I arrived here early, so it occurs to me that I ought to take advantage of the quiet and go to bed. The children arise with the sun and then everyone else is awake whether they are ready or not. 🙂