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Are you interested in:

Early Celtic Christianity

Early manuscripts of the New Testament

Archeology and art

Travel

Romance

Historical fiction

Mystery

Adventure?

It all comes together, and more, in the historical novel THE SIGN OF THE DOLPHIN, the second book in the series that started with THE SCRIBES: A NOVEL ABOUT THE EARLY CHURCH. Set in the year 184 A.D., this book contains a collection of 72 letters which tell the story of a journey through Gaul and Britain. Along the way you will meet fascinating characters like Irenaeus of Lyon and Diognetus and Ulpius Marcellus. You will wrestle with the question of the two versions of the Acts of the Apostles. You will discover the glories of art in Britain under Roman rule, and you will Join Marcus the scribe as he seeks to manage an unruly team, deal with an independent young woman, and share the good news with people on the Roman frontier. This book will be available the week between Palm Sunday and Easter!

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34

The Villa of Lucius

Marcus to Justin, greetings in the Lord

Alina is a fascinating but puzzling woman. I came upon her this morning in the garden, where she was singing her Celtic hymns. When she had finished, we talked about our mission to the house of Nepos. And then I changed the subject.

“Callistus has told me that you shared with him the news about the library and its treasures. I thought I had asked you not to tell anyone.”

“Libraries must not be kept a secret,” she retorted, “and in any case, as we both know, it is not your library but the king’s library, and we should have no more right to it than Callistus or anyone else. Furthermore, ownership works differently in the world of the Celts than it does among the Romans.”

I was taken aback by her response. It seemed to me that it only could have been rehearsed in advance. I replied, “At least as far as wives are concerned, for Caesar tells us that wives are shared among groups of ten or twelve men, especially between fathers, brothers and sons.”

“That’s the view of the conqueror,” Alina retorted. “They write the histories, but can they really be trusted to understand the conquered? That’s the way it is with Caesar and all the rest of the victors. They come to conquer and not to listen and learn. And they cover over our culture with their own.”

“Alina,” I responded, “I can’t solve the problem of the war of the cultures, and nor can you. We preach a gospel that affirms and judges all cultures. But I did ask you to keep a secret, and I expected that you would keep it, and you didn’t.”

“Well, I am sorry,” she said, and then began playing her kithara again, and singing the song she has been teaching us with the refrain: Love covers a multitude of sins.

As you can imagine, I am both fascinated and frustrated by Alina. I can hardly deny my growing affection for her. We seem to be at one moment of the same mind and in the next to be worlds apart. I don’t know what to make of her growing friendship with Callistus, who seems to be able to charm and delight the women without effort. Meanwhile, I cannot allow myself to be distracted from the great work of the mission to Britain.

I left Alina in the garden, and walked back to the house. Since the place seemed especially deserted, I decided to explore some of the rooms I had not seen. It seems that the tessellated pavements and painted walls are generally of a high quality, though some have been damaged or poorly repaired. Other richly decorated rooms have been relegated to storage areas or workshops. The wear and neglect have taken their toll. The whole place feels like its greatest days are past, and it is slowly sinking into the earth, which eventually swallows up all. Thank God that what is sown in corruption is raised in incorruption, and that death is swallowed up in victory.

In one of the rooms I came upon a man who was repairing a mosaic pavement. I watched him as he carefully removed the broken tesserae, and put new pieces in their place. He spent much time digging away at the damage until all the broken pieces were removed. Beneath it I saw another, earlier floor of black and white pattern. So I see that when fashion and taste change, new floors are simply laid over old ones. And what a remarkable design this new floor was, a Roman myth laid over Celtic patterns. The central roundel enclosed a head of Medusa, simply laid out in black, red and yellow, with a great mat of hair, interwoven with writhing yellow-eyed snakes. The Medusa herself was surrounded by eight octagonal panels, each enclosing a different kind of flower. I could detect the poor quality of the workmanship from the fact that one of the flowers is badly misshapen. It is true that in the myth Perseus killed Medusa, but this Medusa, this Gorgon, seemed so alive that she still had power to kill men or to turn them into stone. The border of this pavement, which also had a great profusion of design, consisted of circles and squares with tails enclosed. The whole was full of life and business, the work of a Celtic artist attempting Roman design, and laying it over an old floor of elegant patterns of the Celtic type. I could not get out of my mind Alina’s words about cultural conquest.

I stood and watched the craftsman, who did not seem to be aware that he was on show. His skill in repairing seemed an improvement on the original. Here was clearly a master at the art of laying and repairing floors. I commented that I thought the floor was remarkable, but the craftsman gave no reply and kept on working in total concentration, the way we like to do when we are copying the scriptures. I stood and watched him work for a few more minutes, and then I walked away thinking about what I had seen and heard. One culture is always conquering another. But how should we who preach the good news of Christ respond to culture. Should we seek to destroy the old culture and cover it over with the new? Or does the preaching of the gospel salvage all it can in culture? Did not Christ come to transform the world rather than to destroy it? And did not St. Paul urge the Philippians to think on all that was true and honorable and just and pure, and lovely, and of good report? Did he not affirm anything virtuous or worthy of praise, like the skill of this workman or the haunting Celtic melodies that Alina sings? And I am sure that in village after village as we move through this land, we will need to be sensitive about what should be removed, and what should be recruited and redeemed in this culture.

Pray for us as we pray for you, and greet all the brothers and sisters in Christ in Rome.

NOTES:

34. The Villa of Lucius: For Caesar on the Celts see Barry Cunliff, The Ancient Celts, Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1997, 109. Marcus cites 1 Cor 15:42, 54. For the Medusa Mosaic see Cunliffe, Fishbourne Roman Palace, 113.

CrossReads Book Blast: The Swaddling Clothes, Amber Schamel

The Swaddling Clothes

By Amber Schamel

About the Book

Through the ages, many stories have been told about Mary, Joseph and the birth of the Messiah. Stories of shepherds and sheep, kings, angels, and stables. But there is one story that has never been told. One story that has remained hidden in the fabric of time. The story of The Swaddling Clothes.

Mentioned not once, but several times in the Scriptural text, what is the significance of these special cloths? And how did they make their way into a stable in Bethlehem? From the author that brought you the Days of Messiah series comes a whole new adventure critics are calling “intriguing…thought provoking… a fresh twist on an age old story.”

“I get tired of Bible stories sometimes, but The Swaddling Clothes brings the story to life.”

“Heartwarming… truly inspired. A story you will want to read again and again. Rich details and a suspenseful plot will keep you reading while giving you a glimpse of God’s wonderful power and His amazing love.”

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Amber Schamel is a multi-published author of Christian Historical Fiction. Her passion for history and culture has led her to travel extensively throughout the United States, Europe, and the Holy Land. Amber is actively involved in her church and enjoys volunteer work and music ministry. Raised in a family of twelve children and homeschooled throughout her education, she currently resides in the beautiful state of Colorado where she also serves as bookkeeper and marketing director for their family businesses. Find Amber on her blog, or on all the main social media sites.

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He Sold All His Toys and Everything?

It was one of those days when the Lord showed Himself working through my life to bless my daughter. I know it was God, because I could never come up with this sort of stuff on my own.

The other day, my six year old had some serious time out. The “Am I grounded for life?” kind of time out.

While she sat there, reading her “God’s Little Princess” Bible, she asked me, “Mama, what’s a pearl?”

 And so I told her how pearls are made inside of oysters.

She asked if we could buy pearls at the jewelry store.

I told her we could, but we’d have to save up for a long time. Then I told her the story about the merchant who would buy pearls, and when he had found a pearl of great price, he went and sold everything he had to buy the pearl.

“He sold everything? All his toys and everything?”

 ”He sure did,” I told her. “You see, Jesus is like that merchant in the story, and He sold everything He had to buy that pearl. And do you know who that pearl is?”

 Her eyes grew wide, and her heart too, softened by the time out. “Who is that pearl?”

 ”It’s you! You are the pearl that Jesus sold everything to buy.”

 At that moment, my rough, tough six year old girl looked at me, her eyes welling up with tears. “He would do that for me? Was it just me?”

 ”He did that for your Papa too, and your Mama, and for everyone. We are the pearl that Jesus sold everything to buy.”

 ”I’m going to tell Papa as soon as he gets home!”

And that’s exactly what she did.

“Papa!” she cried out, when he hadn’t been home but two minutes. “Guess what! Jesus buys pearls, and He sold all His toys and everything to buy that pearl, and that pearl is you!”

 Can you imagine a better thing for a father to hear after a long hard week at work?

I don’t often share personal stories, but I hope this spoke to some of you. You are the pearl that Jesus sold everything to buy.

“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.” ~ Matthew 13:45-46

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Today is highlighted by the #EndIt Movement to be a day we band together for the purpose of ending modern slavery.

Sex trafficking is a serious problem around the world. UNICEF estimates that 1.2 million children are trafficked every year for the first time.1 That’s one child every 26 seconds. That’s horrific. It needs to stop.

I wrote the Revelation Special Ops series to raise awareness about this problem among teens. If you’re a teen, or you know a teen who likes to read, I’m giving away a paperback copy of The Elite of the Weak, book 1 of the Revelation Special Ops series! To enter, leave a comment below.

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Christian Fantasy: A Life-Saving Genre

Definitions of literary genres can be…well, complex. Even tricky. Attempts to define Christian fantasy vary, though I’ve spent little time fretting over an official definition. I mean, Christian fiction typically illustrates a Christian world view within its plot, characters, or both. And the fantasy genre commonly uses myths and legends as a primary plot element, theme, or setting. So, in my opinion, Christian fantasy embodies fantastical elements in an internally consistent setting all the while reflecting aspects of the Christian world view.

But the debate (at least for some) surrounds who writes Christian fantasy. Writers who are Christians, writers who claim to be Christians, or writers who believe Christianity is a fantasy to begin with? It’s not a debate I choose to enter, for the truth lies outside the discussion: the genre influences nonbelievers. My path to salvation began with a classic fantasy, told to me in the midst of my secular world.

When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis aloud to my class. In doing so, she opened my eyes to adventure and possibilities, all the while helping me escape a world of darkness for a short time. At its conclusion, I wondered, Is God real? He couldn’t be, right? For if He existed, innocent young girls wouldn’t suffer the wrath of drunken addicts, or the torment of abandonment.

I continued to speculate. Each time God placed believers in my path—a high school teacher, a college friend, and a college coach—my fascination with the possibility grew stronger until the truth stunned me like a slap to the face. God indeed lives in the form of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. He rescues. He saves. And He waited for me. Then He embraced me. It all started with a little seed, planted in the empty heart of the girl I once was. A love for reading expanded to a love for writing. A desire to know God became a desire to serve Him, to reach nonbelievers.

And Never Let Go was born.

In all things, I’m grateful to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for embracing a lost, lonely girl. That He died for me…there is no greater gift. My prayer is that I’ll never let go of His truth.

 

Back Cover Blurb:

Captured by the Rendow Clan, who seek to slaughter those with faith in the Maker, Laila Pennedy awaits death. Moments before her execution, she is rescued from the gallows by Lars Landre and his dragon. Marked as The Chosen by his blue eyes, Lars is destined to lead the Faithful out of persecution.

 

Lars guides Laila on a harrowing race across The Woodlands to Tuveil, where the Faithful are preparing to fight a rebellion. But the secret location of the village is betrayed and the Rendow Clan’s army will soon be at the gates. Faced with this impeding peril, Laila trains for battle, but the struggles in her mind and heart may be as overwhelming as the war to come. Will she prove herself an asset or is she condemned to forever be a burden to those she loves?

 

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Author Bio:

When Angie Brashear isn’t working or taking care of her family, she writes. Usually at night after her kids fall asleep. She’s an avid reader and runner, both of which perplex her husband. Saved in her early twenties, Angie is grateful for the Lord’s presence in all aspects of her life. She is originally from Rockland, Maine and currently resides in Cameron, Texas with her husband and three children. Follow her at http://facebook.com/AngieBrashearAuthor, https://twitter.com/AngieBrashear, and http://angiebrashear.com.

Excerpt from UnEmbraceable, Christian Indie Authors Blog Hop

Welcome to the Christian Indie Author Valentine’s Day Blog Hop!

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I don’t write romance. Not usually. One of my biggest fans requested a romance from me. And so I wrote UnEmbraceable. Starting on Tuesday, February 11 and continuing through Saturday, February 15, UnEmbraceable will be FREE!

Tamar, a prostitute and pick-pocket, has a few experiences that force her to change her life. During that whirlwind spin, she meets Leonard. Is he enough to keep her from turning back to her old life?

UnEmbraceable. A terrifying, hauntingly real and daringly hopeful tale of betrayal and love.

Available as an ebook or paperback.

Tamar (from ch 26)

Restaurant after restaurant and I could lip-sync the responses after a while. “We’re looking for people with experience.” Was this because of how I looked? Was my bruise visible? Did I reek of trouble?

As I passed by the shop windows, I glanced at my reflection for some clue. In that reflection I saw someone I never thought I’d see. Me, and I looked like a normal, respectable girl. I looked much more like the sort of girl Leonardo deserved. Passing by another set of shop windows, I glanced at her once more.

That’s when I saw him. All day long I’d fought my desire to see him, especially after the way I treated him yesterday. But the sight of Leonardo wearing a suit did me in. He wore blue again, and oh my goodness, he was hot. I could easily obsess over that one. I twirled his name round and round my mind. Leonardo DeLorenzo. Hottie. He had his hands in his pockets, and his lovely Italian eyes were downcast as if heavy in thought.

I stopped and stared and reveled in a private gladness.

All the empty shells of my harbored secrets and sins scattered in the breeze blasting down the corridor of this outdoor mall. I pushed my hair out of the way to look at my reflection again. Where did he go?

“Hi.” He stood in front of me. The wind framed his dark brown hair around his face. That gaze pierced me. “Are you still mad at me?”

My glance jumped back and forth between the bricks and those eyes. “Are you still mad at me?”

“I never was.” His loosened silver tie blew in the breeze.

I looked at the sky trying to keep my eyes off him and to guess the time. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work? You know, the whole nine to five thing.”

“I’ll be working all night so I needed a walk and a cup of coffee. Do you want to join me?”

“Sure. I’ve got some time to kill. I was trying to find a job, but no one wants to hire me.”

He stopped and stared at me. “Before we go anywhere, I want you to understand that you’re not allowed to pay me back. Ever.”

I shifted from one foot to the other.

“Okay?” I felt him searching for my downcast gaze.

“Sure,” I conceded. Would he want anything else besides money in return? There was hardly a crowd in this outdoor mall, but I still didn’t want to ask him this in public. Besides, it might chase him away, and I never wanted anyone so close to me. I wanted him even closer than this, but then I grew aware of what kind of girl I was. “Where did you want to go for coffee?”

“There’s a place on the other end of the mall that has great coffee, but they always have a huge crowd.”

Was that the café next to the bar I was trying to avoid? I shrugged and pointed to a sign. “What about that coffee shop?”

“We could get a seat outside or inside.”

“Inside sounds good. This town’s a bit too warm for me. Not as sweltering as Houston, but warm.”

He held the door open for me then ordered our coffees, both iced, mine with raspberry flavor and tons of room for cream, his black. He stood beside the creamer counter as I poured in my sugar.

“Wow,” he commented. “I’m going into diabetic shock just watching that.”

I upended the sugar canister and smirked. “What?”

“Won’t it be a little crunchy once you get to the bottom?”

I looked up at him from beneath demure lashes. “And I suppose you’re going to spout off something about liking your coffee the way you like your women.”

“No, actually, I like you the way that I like you.”

“Okay.” I hid my cheek against my shoulder as heat filled my face. “You just made me shy. Don’t do that.”

“I hope one day it makes you confident rather than shy.”

Should I show him my smile? Hide it? “Let’s sit in this super cute alcove.” He’d be hidden away and I could stare at that luscious body tucked neatly in that tailored blue suit and no one would notice. Strange. I’d never wanted to be so private before.

Leonard (27)

 

After a more carefree spin than I’d yet seen from her, she sat in the olive green armchair in that alcove. She was giving me a greater glimpse into what coping mechanisms kept her strong while she lived on the streets. Her spontaneous sparkle, her gentle sway to the Irish band playing in the background and her frangible smile hooked, lined and sunk all my desires.

God, I’ll be hurricane tossed without Your anchor!

“Is the coffee sweet enough for you?” I asked, trying to keep my mind off the way her full lips sat delicately on the straw.

“Perfect.” She chewed sugar grains and winked. “Crunchy, but perfect.” She looked up at the walls and ceiling. “Wow. This alcove is echo-y.” She jumped to her feet. “Don’t you think? Let’s sit over there.”

I had no idea where she was headed so I followed. My gaze kept going places it shouldn’t have gone. God, please keep me pure as I pursue her and follow You.

“The chairs are prettier, but not as comfy.” She settled into the padded wrought iron-backed chair. “And certainly less echo-y. After all, you and me, we’re one of a kind and don’t need an echo.” She shrugged and gave a half smile as I took a seat across from her at that round table. “So whatcha want to talk about? I mean, we could shoot the breeze for the next half hour, but seeing as I stole from you and you wouldn’t let me pay you back, I’d say we’re a step or twelve beyond shallow conversation.”

“To put it mildly.”

“So, yeah, I’m sorry for throwing that money at you. That was beyond rude. I just…I get nervous around you and I do stupid stuff.”

“I forgive you, Tamar. I do stupid stuff too.”

“But not as bad as what I did.”

“You were trying to push me away, but I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiled that shy, hiding her face away smile. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you.”

“I’d say sorry a thousand times just to hear you say that.”

“What? I forgive you?”

“Yeah. It just sounds so…real coming from your lips.” She looked down at her drink and took a tiny sip. And then another.

“I forgive you, Tamar. And I’m sorry for everyone who never said it to you, or never said the other thing they should have: I’m sorry.”

Her short nails scraped at the resin on the table. “I don’t know how you do it, Mr. Leonardo. By the way, what do your friends call you? Len? Leo? Leonard?”

“I love how you call me Leonardo, but it makes me feel like a movie star.”

“You look like a movie star,” she said toward her straw.

Now I was the shy one wanting to hide my face. “It’s a pretty good looking straw, isn’t it?”

“Ha-ha. Way to pass off a compliment, sir.”

I grinned. “Special talent of mine.”

Check out other books by Precarious Yates:

How Shall We Love? ~ a romance/coming of age novel

The Elite of the Weak ~ YA sci-fi/espionage novel

Does God Want Us to Succeed?

Forget the knee jerk reaction of what everyone around you may say in response to this question. Take a few moments to consider what you think and believe about this in the quiet place of your heart.

Does God want us to have success?

And if so, what definition of success does God want us to have?

If He put a dream in your heart, does He want you to succeed in doing that?

I believe that God always wants us to succeed. I believe success is a longing in the human heart that we can’t repent away.By the end of this post you will probably see how I define success and then offer your opinion on these statements.

I also believe that people can succeed well or succeed badly.

There were two men in the Bible who were given the same destiny. Both Saul and David were given the opportunity to succeed, and both rose as mighty kings in Israel.

Both of these men failed miserably in major ways. One of them goes down in history as a success.

Why? What’s the difference between the two?

He wants us to have perseverance in faith and godly character in the midst of success. And in the midst of failure.

Timothy Keller, a pastor in NYC and an author I highly respect, recently said this on Facebook:

“Many times people think if God has called you to something, he’s promising you success. He might be calling you to fail to prepare you for something else through the failure.”

I agree with that, but only in the view of human success. God will often call people to things that will look like failure when looking through the world’s lens of what success is. But if we’re obedient despite the consequences and the ridicule, we’ve actually succeeded. Through the world’s lens of success, Jeremiah would have looked like a failure. Jeremiah was obedient, even to his own hurt. In the end, in God’s eyes, he succeeded.

What if God is calling you to fail? (And by fail, I mean do things that would look like failure in the eyes of the world.) Then, by all the means that you can, be obedient and press into God by prayer.

But what if God is calling you to succeed? What if He is calling you to be wildly successful? And by successful I mean in the eyes of the world as well as in His eyes.

Then pray. Pray as if your life depended on it, because it will. History is littered with the souls of those who succeeded badly. But if you lean into the Lord and trust Him to uphold you during times of plenty and times of great favor then you will see God’s favor still rest on you even when man’s favor has dimmed.

Just as a person can be tested by his or her pits and failures, a person can also be tested by affluence and success. Some people are called by God to make a copious amount of money, figures that would make most people stagger, but they are called to make that money so they will fund missions of mercy, justice and compassion.

A person can be called to failure and success at the same time. While in one aspect of my life I could experience great success, in another I could see great failure. I don’t even want to recall the amount of times when one of my farm animals died on the day when my book shot up to #1 in its category.

How can we succeed well?

We can realize that when God grants us favor with both Him and with people then it’s not about us, as if the blessings are something we should spend on ourselves or congratulate ourselves for. He has a plan for other people way beyond us.

When God calls us to do something that may look like failure, this, also, is not about us. Yes, we may have a change of heart and character through what God does, but it goes far beyond that. The few who heeded Jeremiah’s warnings were kept safe during a time of wrath. And how many of us have words from the book of Jeremiah hanging in our house?

For I know the plans that I have for you, says the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.

Jeremiah’s words have had impact upon people for centuries!

And then there are those who are called to wait. But I’ll save that discussion for another day.

So what are your thoughts? Does God want us to succeed in the eyes of the world? And do you think that’s more difficult than looking like a failure in the eyes of the world?

Have you Heard? Sin is Dead!

Reblogged from Brenda the Hippie Missionary:

Hello friends and loved ones far and wide,

I realize that the title is provocative.  I meant it to be.  There is a terrible pain welling up in me over the past few years.  Basically, it is this:  have we in the western church become so embarrassed by our Jesus and sourcing truth from Him and His word to us that we no longer talk about sin and its consequences?

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Brenda was one of my teachers at YWAM and one of my friends. She's the real deal. I love what she says here, and so I share...

Some books worth checking out

If you’re like me, you don’t just like one genre of books. Here are three books in very different genres. The first is one I’m reading right now!

Literary Steampunk:

A Dodge a Twist and a Tobacconist, by Sophronia Belle Lyon

Contemporary Christian Fiction:

Deeper Focus, by Gloria Repp

Amish Fiction:

Amish Snowflakes, by Sicily Yoder

Enjoy! And I hope you find a great new author you love, or even a new genre you didn’t think you’d love!