Into the Fire

Passionate thoughts about the world of writing and the Power of God

  • Jack Carr’s latest: The Fourth Option partnering with M. P. Woodward.

    Chris Walker, former Navy SEAL and CIA ground branch operative, finds himself in a philosopher’s nightmare. A cerebral character with a minimalist existence in the Pacific Northwest near the ocean, his only companion is his military dog Paladin. During a raging thunderstorm with his dog shut outside of his ancient camper and barking furiously, Chris contemplates the very worst of ideas until his cell phone interrupts his hesitation.

    That phone call is the only possible deterrent to his tortured plan and results in what he hopes will allow him to fulfill a promise made a long time ago in Afghanistan. Making one stop first, he and Paladin are on their way to New Orleans of all places.

    Arriving at the home of his SEAL Team best friend’s widow, he finds he needs to figure out what she’s presented to him. It’s full of potential danger and massive corruption at many levels, but its purpose is critical. He agrees to help her and she supplies him with a deeply coded notebook. His best friend’s and his wife’s son (Connor) is dead because of the information gathered in that notebook, and the given reason for his death is falsified.

    Sadly, New Orleans has had the much-deserved reputation for corruption since its existence and this story takes it to the limit. Led by the corrupt narcissist Lieutenant Bates and his select accomplices in the NOPD and in other law enforcement positions, there’s a drug collaboration circulating new variations of killer drugs with well-hidden connections making all of them boatloads of money.  

    There’s only one person who might have some insight into Connor, his tattoo-artist girlfriend (Belle) who lives with her grandmother (Gloria). When tragedy again strikes, Belle and Chris are left to figure out what – and who – exactly is responsible for the elimination of this family.

    Chris does his best to keep Belle uninvolved, but she’s tough and determined to see this through, and, surprisingly, Gloria is just as eager to help.

    The irony of Chris’s extreme vigilantism, considering his contemplations before he got that phone call, isn’t lost on the reader. He’s executing the “fourth option” once he learns most of what’s going on. Without his intervention, Belle’s and Gloria’s assistance, and one doubtful FBI agent, the keen efforts of a corrupted multi-institutional organization would’ve continued untouched.

    It’s an intricate (as are all of Jack’s stories) storyline with detailed accounts of actions and weaponry, innumerable intense thriller moments, a terrific dog, and a satisfying conclusion. Jack is a terrific writer, and it always shows that he has experienced much of what he writes about.

    I personally want to thank the authors for their Pacific Northwest references and especially the shout-out to the Seahawks! (I’m a die-hard Seahawks fan since their inception, and I assume those references might be a part of M. P. Woodward’s collaboration.)

    (Plenty of profanity present.)

    Father, you know all of our hearts and minds. Apart from you, we can do nothing. I ask that you would bless Jack and M. P. with many more stories you have just for them to tell. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • John 15:13“Greater love has no one than this: that one lay down his life for his friends.”

  • If anyone is ashamed of me and my words, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when He comes in His glory and in the glory of the Father and of the holy angels.

    Luke 9: 27 (NIV)

  • Jesus left the synagogue and went to the home of Simon. Now Simon’s mother-in-law was suffering from a high fever, and they asked Jesus to help her. So He bent over her and rebuked the fever, and it left her. She got up at once and began to wait on them.

    When the sun was setting, the people brought to Jesus all who had various kinds of sickness, and laying His hands on each one, He healed them. Moreover, demons came out of many people, shouting, “You are the Son of God!” But He rebuked them and would not allow them to speak because they knew He was the Christ.

    Luke 4:38-41 (NIV)

  • Her children arise and call her blessed;

    her husband also, and he praises her:

    “Many people do noble things,

    but you surpass them all.”

    Proverbs 31:28-31 (NIV)

  • (This is a re-run of an old post of mine.)

    Hard-wired for it, I can’t remember that thing called romance never being with me. Not in the gushy, girly-girl, over-the-top kind of way. Not that I can fault that. It is what it is. But rather so deep in my soul that it covers everything else. It rises to a three note tune and overwhelms me. The melancholy or the sensuality or the desire to immerse myself in its beauty. It’s integral to who I am even when I don’t know who that is.

    This romance in my soul emerges from the sad, sacred sounds of Chris Botti’s trumpet. It hovers inside me bringing all the insecurity of that first date. First kiss. Lips touching.

    I sense the holiness intended -but corrupted.

    The intensity of sensation that God intended for good. The genesis of romance from God’s heart to the human will. Tainted but salvaged in potential obedience.

    I can’t take the sensuality away from it. Hand in hand they travel. Merging. Right or wrong.

    I capture the essence of romance in my novels. Because I must. If I do nothing else well, I write romance – total immersion. Not demanding it conform to me or anyone else but that it treasure the gift of God to humanity.

    Romance is not about the fluff, it’s about the soul deep stirrings of approaching love. The fear of not attaining it – that it will skitter away without being realized. The tingle and excitement produced by the glance from a certain individual will disappear unrequited. But it’s also about the anxious hesitation and apprehension of the possibility that love will grab you and never let go. Romance is all of that and everything in between. It slips into our pubescent worlds and graduates with intensity in innumerable forms with unlimited imagination. Not always pretty and performed to a preconceived notion or script, romance writes its own tale and concludes with short-lived episodes or uncompromised commitments.

    Real romance is worth a story. If you dare to write it, write it real.

    Thank you, Father, for letting me feel the romance that reigns pure in your Spirit. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • This is a song that’s never been sung, music that’s never been written, a testimony available to all.

    AN END

    I’ve been down a hard, hard road but I’m comin’ to an end.

    Saw many empty faces but never met a friend.

    I’ve had some laughs and drunk the drink,

    I’ve even smoked the dope,

    But all I found out in the end was there was never any hope.

    Tell me why I traveled down that road,

    I’ve always wondered why.

    But now I know the path is straight

    Because Jesus took me through His gate.

    Doesn’t matter where you’ve been, He said.

    Doesn’t matter who you’ve known.

    The only thing that matters now

    Is the heart for me you’ve shown.

    The heart for me you’ve shown.

    I’ve wandered long and far enough in that life of sin.

    Tried all the schemes but never found a way to finally win.

    Tasted this and sampled that

    And thought I’d had some fun.

    But when I looked a little closer, I discovered I’d had none.

    Tell my why I felt the need to go,

    Why I went that way.

    It still grieves my soul and makes me ache

    Till Jesus tells me He set me straight.

    Doesn’t matter where you’ve been, He says.

    Doesn’t matter who’ve you known.

    The only thing that matters now

    Is the heart for me you’ve shown.

    The heart for me you’ve shown.

    (Lyrics by Nicole Petrino-Salter)

  • Fallout by well-known Forensic Artist and novelist Carrie Stuart Parks is a standalone novel.

    Sara Williams is nearly killed in a spectacular crash into her portable classroom of young art students. Sensing the impending danger, she immediately instructs them to “Run!” as she has previously trained them to respond to that command. Instantly they obey, saving all nine of them while the class unit is totaled with Sara finally able to escape before experiencing certain death.

    One thing you will always experience in Carrie’s novels are unique and fascinating characters in equally unique locations and circumstances. In Fallout you will find several of those characters – including Sara – with all kinds of agendas, known and unknown.

    Sara has disguised her traumatic background without knowing the full extent of the mystery surrounding her parents’ deaths. When the details of the crash into her classroom are discovered, Sara inadvertently realizes she better learn who the real target was supposed to be.

    The story centers around a longstanding secret government project involving the Hanford Nuclear Plant in Washington state. What happened and why – and how it could possibly involve Sara – must be determined before more deaths occur.

    If you enjoy intrigue and more suspects who don’t appear to be, Carrie’s novels are guaranteed to challenge your “whodunnit” skills. Fallout is definitely one of those.

    Father, please continue to bless Carrie with her wonderful skills, talents, expertise in all facets of her life. Fill her up with more stories to tell and allow her the time to write them. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  • My soul is weary with sorrow;

    strengthen me according to your word.

    Keep me from deceitful ways;

    be gracious to me through your law.

    I have chosen the way of truth;

    I have set my heart on your laws.

    I hold fast to your statutes, O Lord;

    do not let me be put to shame.

    I run in the path of your commands,

    for you have set my heart free.

    Psalm 119:28-32 (NIV)

  • . . . the Lord will watch over your coming and going

    both now and forevermore.

    Psalm 121:8 (NIV)