Real writing conjures up mental images of favorite novels and, lo, those books can be stark opposites for different readers and even moreso for writers of tomes.
When applying the “real” moniker to Christian fiction, some writers scoff or snicker at the mere suggestion. Doesn’t compute for them.
But let’s face it: reality for all of us bares contrasts—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. How and where we’ve grown up, our family situations, our choices and decisions and how they’ve affected our views, our lifestyles, our writing . . . all produce immense differences or amazing similarities.
The bond Christians share is Christ, but how we came to know Him, our relationships with Him, our devotion to Him, and all the nuances of our obedience to what He asks of us—sometimes we’re stretched apart and straining for connective tissue.
Writing real also brings with it a slew of argumentative claims and positions and justifications and provocations. Each point usually possesses some validity. But probably not enough to convince the champions of either side to convert to their reasoning.
. . . real?
Some Thursday thoughts . . .
God, let us be true to what you have for us to do. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Into the Fire 
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