Saturday, July 04, 2015
"Jesus said to them, 'Come and have breakfast.' None of the disciples dared ask him, 'Who are you?' They knew it was the Lord." John 21:12
The Gospel of John recounts a beautiful reprise of previous fishing experiences with His disciples. After His resurrection, Jesus directs their catch and then serves them breakfast.
Lord, when You provide my nourishment today, let my heart rejoice in knowing it is You who grants every blessing. Amen.
Friday, July 03, 2015
The Restorer's Son - Bonus Scene
The Restorer's Son - Bonus Scene
In which Payton and Skyler work to save Morsal Plain
After Chapter 12
The residue of poison tinged the dead crops a sickly yellow. The burning smoke was long gone, but the reek clung to my clothes and seeped into my skin as I worked my way along the rows of what had once been fertile farmland. Anger drove my hoe deep into the ground, and I turned over a strip of damaged plants from the edge of a section that had been spared. Protecting the remaining plants was our first priority. Susan and the guardians had saved perhaps a third of the crop. Even with careful rationing, the months ahead would be brutal.
Across the wide expanse of Morsal Plain, other Braide Wood farmers—men, women, and children—worked to remove the ruined grain. Shock and dismay had given way to determination, fueled by the improbable victory our guardians had won over Hazor. We were alive. We still held our clan. So while there was strength in our bodies, we could work the land and survive.
A few rows away, Skyler straightened and rubbed his back. Strange transtechs tools weighted down his belt, and he held up several plasteen tubes with various liquids. “I suspected an organic toxin. You know there’s good reason to believe the Kahlarean venblades use the venom from a living creature. My guess is rizzid, but of course no one knows. Anyway, we can only guess at what the Hazorites might have extracted. The chemical profile isn’t making sense. If I could figure out what it was made from, I might find a way to neutralize the effects more quickly.” He rubbed his forehead, pushing dirt into the creases of his frown lines.
I hadn’t heard so many words from Skyler in the past six seasons combined, and I wasn’t sure if they were addressed to me. Should I answer? Offer encouragement or thanks for this rare participation in the problems of the clan? Or would that distract him and send him stomping off?
He poured some red liquid into one of the tubes and it turned yellow. He touched it with a small buzzing tool that looked like a narrow signaler and it turned green. “No, no, no.” He squatted down and scooped up another bit of earth, muttering to himself.
Best to leave him alone. He was clearly talking to himself. At Tara’s urging, I’d stopped by his solitary cabin each season over the years, only to suffer the sting of his bitter words. Years of solitude had only solidified his resentment for everyone else in the clan. Still, he was here now. That was something.
I used the hem of my tunic to blot sweat from my face and rubbed my callused hands together before resuming my grip on the hoe.
Hours later, Skyler was still collecting samples, mumbling to himself, and generally ignoring everyone else. We’d protected a small section of young grain from the poisoned earth nearby. How long would it take for the damaged ground to be safe for new plantings? Would there be years of hunger ahead?
My eyes traveled to the forested hill leading to our clan homes. The soft collar of light above the tree line had deepened. “Time to head home,” I called to the families working nearby. We gathered our tools and hiked toward the woods. The cool scent of resin soothed me, as did turning my back on the ugly, scarred fields. The One had saved our clan. He certainly wouldn’t leave us to starve. If our crops were small for a while, we’d forage and hunt. My shoulders lightened and I picked up my pace. Tara would have a spicy soup waiting tonight. Warmth filled my belly . . . more from the thought of her than the soup.
She’d spiced my life in countless ways during our years together, and I kept discovering new sides to her. She was a nurturing mother and grandmother, yet she’d taken all the recent dangers in stride. She’d also torn a strip out of Kieran and Tristan when she learned they’d tricked Nolan into escaping back to Hazor. I grinned at the memory of her fury over that incident.
Now that all the guests had left, our home had been unusually quiet. Talia and Gareth were off visiting friends, and Tristan and Kendra were as preoccupied as newlyweds. My grin deepened. Perhaps Tara and I could take advantage of the extra quiet tonight.
You can find more of the story in The Restorer's Son.
Thursday, July 02, 2015
Wednesday, July 01, 2015
"As Christians, we constantly struggle to utter the unutterable. We long to share concepts beyond our human ability to understand--the transcendence of God's holiness, the potency of forgiveness, the depth of God's love for us. Fiction helps us find ways to express those truths of magnitude because it is relatable, symbolic, and engages the emotion--qualities that make it a vital art form." -- Sharon Hinck in A Novel Idea
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015
A few sentences from the soon-to-be-released new novel, The Deliverer.
"THORNY UNDERBRUSH REACHED out to snarl my ankles. Jagged rocks leered down from forbidding cliffs. In the distance, the strangled roar of a mountain cat issued a warning that I didn’t need. I was already in the jaws of a monster that gnawed my bones and tore at my muscles. The fever was eating me alive." Linette in The Deliverer by Sharon Hinck
Monday, June 29, 2015
It was a reminder to me that I need to "bring it" each day that I sit down to write. I guess that's true for us all, in whatever jobs we have . . . we need to show up.
The cool thing is, when we show up each day, and make ourselves available to God, He is able to do more with the raw materials than we could ever hope.
How did you "show up" today? Please post a comment. I'd love to hear your story!
Sunday, June 28, 2015
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." Psalm 19:1 (NIV)
Dear Lord, the vastness and beauty and mystery of the night sky remind me of the vastness and beauty and mystery of Your love. Help me hear the declaration of the skies each day. You are glorious. Amen.