Into the Fire

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

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    ATTENTION/ALERT: Publishers, Authors, Writers, Blurb Specialists, Etc. 

    DO NOT write too much in the back cover copy or on the flaps of novels! 

    ENTICE – NOT EXPLAIN! 

    How many times does the back cover or the flaps on the hard covers reveal TOO MUCH OF THE STORY? 

    RUINS IT! 

    I don't want to "know" the story. I want to "read" the story. In order to do that, you have to be clever in your invitation. PLEASE! 

     

    Father, thank you for your novelists. Please assist and bless them all with more stories you've designed just for them to tell. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

     

     

     

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    Probably before or after 7th grade, camping with my BFF and her family. Some of the best times of my young life. Thank you, Deb. (She probably remembers what year it was.) We had so much fun. 

     

    Thank you, Lord, for putting such special people in my life. I can never thank you enough for them. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    I've decided to share a dream I had in the early morning hours of Monday. Haven't had one this powerful in a long time, and the message I received from it was amazing. 

    You might not put much value in dreams, but at times they can be used as prophetic messages to be shared or to be held securely in a secret place until a time presents itself for revealing their content. 

    For me, the time is now. There will be some vagaries in the telling, but I will do my best to convey what was shown to me. 

    The abrupt beginning had a friend (I'm not sure who it was, but one individual came to mind) pointing to a shed telling me that there was a man out there with two eagles. The situation was not good. I immediately walked out there and walked in. One eagle was clearly dying and this man (mid-30s perhaps, longish slightly curly brown hair, creepy expression/demeanor) was speaking words over the dying eagle. The words came out as satanic symbols (visually to me) as he spoke them. I said loudly and firmly, "In the Name of Jesus!" The man quickly left the shed. The eagle had died. 

    The second eagle was not dying but was not in a good way. There were some fresh garden vegetables lying on the table where he perched. I picked up one of them, broke off a piece, and carefully held out my hand to the eagle, knowing he could still potentially hurt me in self-defense. He gently took the bite and became revived, straightening himself. There was a connection between us, no fear. The dream continued for a short while as a friendship formed. And then it was over.

    There is something of a "history" between God and me and eagles. He has used their appearance in recent years to encourage me. Whenever I see one, either flying by or perched in a nearby tree, or hear their melodic sound they sometimes make, I know the Lord is reminding me of His power and attention to all things going on in this world. He ministers to me through eagles. 

    The conscious revelation of the dream after I awoke, seemed to say to me, "Yes, a part of America will die, but I will revive the other part for a season. Bring life back to it for a season. And I will do what it takes to bring souls into my Kingdom." The symbol of the bald eagle for America is not a coincidence. 

    A powerful dream, a message of hope and restoration, and an act against evil. 

     

    Father, I cannot thank you enough for giving me this dream, for using eagles in my life, for caring about your people and wanting all to be saved and none to perish even though many will refuse your Son Jesus Christ. Please do intervene for America one more time, for one more season before the full onset of Revelation unfolds. I ask in the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    This is the full-on version of this Chambers Brothers' hit song. How 'bout it? Do you have the time today to listen to this oldie? 

     

    Father, you know us all from the inside out. You've given amazing gifts and talents to people. May those who use them always acknowledge from whom they come. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    Call Me Hunter by Jim Shockey is the first novel by this renowned expert on all things hunting related. With that in mind, you might think this story is about hunting for sport/survival/in general. It is not. 

    Nyala is a true journalist. Young and research-bound, she verifies everything before writing about it. Her most unlikely best friend "Lupa" is a scattered girly-girl who cares more about pretty things than working at the place where Nyala works. 

    When we meet Hunter, he's very young, and his parents know he's "different" but figuring out just how different remains a mystery until his mother Rose insists that he goes to see a psychiatrist because she's been told by his teacher that he can't read. When the young boy is submitted to a quantity of testing procedures, his doctor is shocked at what he learns about the boy. When what he can learn about the boy exceeds all levels of the testing, he contacts places and people who understand these higher-level of intelligence children. Rose hires a tutor and watches her son begin to flourish. 

    When a long manuscript appears in Nyala's mailbox which hasn't been mailed to her but placed inside the box, she realizes the individual who wrote it had to know who she is and where she lives. 

    From the moment Nyala begins to read the pages which begin with a confession of murder, her mind jets to anger, shock, amazement, and the need to verify. She calls a co-worker who is a wizard about digging deep for information in ways Nyala lacks. He agrees to help her with some reservations but what he discovers unlocks the potential validity of the manuscript. However, who the author of this manuscript is and why he's chosen to reveal all of these things to her remains a mystery. 

    The story fluctuates between the raising of Hunter, the revelation of a bizarre and contorted tale which, in the limited research Nyala has learned from her co-worker, proves to be true. At each strange admission, there is historical evidence of people and places that, in fact, have lived and/or died while doing certain things at certain events and places. And still Nyala has no idea why she is the one selected to receive this extraordinary manuscript. 

    When Nyala, abandoned as an infant at a police station with virtually no personal knowledge of her history, insists that she and Lupa take off to fully verify the information in the manuscript and find the person who refers to himself as The Hunter, the two young women pack up and take off in Lupa's Mercedes.

    I'm being somewhat vague in the information because to reveal more is to ruin the story. If after my conclusion you decide to read Call Me Hunter, DO NOT read the book flaps or the blurb about the story because it will definitely ruin the journey for you. I really think too much is revealed in the description of the story on Amazon and on the novel itself because it slants how you will approach the guts of this book, giving you a conclusion before you should have one. 

    Now. This is the most unusual, the most unique novel I've ever read and that's saying something. I've read hundreds of novels of many genres but primarily thrillers, mysteries, suspense, some speculative, and romance. This novel has no real category. In places it will bring to mind the operation of the cabal, those few unknown humans who operate the world infiltrating all necessary professions to demand what and when they want something, it will be provided. Demonstrating a possible means of selecting those individuals they can train, manipulate, and organize to do their dirty work for monetary needs, it presents an organization with its hands in every area of governments and other places worldwide to acquire exactly those things they desire. Some of the characters are perverse psychopaths with strange but deadly abilities and gifts used by the worst of humanity. Others are exceedingly gifted "victims" who are taught to perform services without questioning why. 

    The connection with the obscure character(s) in the story to Nayala leaves the manuscript as the background for when she has all the proof she needs to learn what she's never known. 

    I felt the ending was a bit abrupt, but finding a suitable ending for a story as unusual as this one might not be entirely possible. I will recommend this book to those who are interested in a truly different novel for their reading experience. Is it really a novel? Is it acquired from personal experience? You decide. 

     

    Father, only you know hearts and minds. And only you provided the Way, the Truth, and the Life in Jesus for us to make peace with you. Please continue to bless Jim's writing life in ways he's not expected. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

     

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         "Remember this, fix it in mind,

            take it to heart, you rebels.

         Remember the former things, those of long ago;

            I am God, and there is no other;

            I am God, and there is none like me.

         I make known the end from the beginning,

            from ancient times, what is still to come.

         I say: My purpose will stand,

            and I will do all that I please.

         From the east I summon a bird of prey;

            from a far-off land, a man to fulfill my purpose.

         What I have said, that will I bring about;

            what I have planned, that will I do.

         Listen to me, you stubborn-hearted,

            you who are far from righteousness.

         I am bringing my righteousness near;

            it is not far away;

            and my salvation will not be delayed.

         I will grant salvation to Zion,

            my splendor to Israel." 

     

    Isaiah 46:8-13 (NIV)

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    A dear author friend and I discussed this recently . . . 

    Every novel, at some point, somewhere, some time in the story contains a mundane passage – such as particular information that must be provided but there are few ways, if any, to make it interesting. Perhaps a peripheral character's appearance, occupation, or even attitude is boring – which typifies that character – and yet because of something he says or does, he – or she – and that description turn out to be necessary to the story.

    "Good" readers – and by that I mean "experienced", "well-read", and/or those readers who "choose to read for the love of story," for "entertainment," for the "immersion into a fresh novel" as opposed to those readers who seek out faults, who need their critical bullet points for those 1-star reviews they expel so freely, and who don't qualify as reading for the enjoyment and experience of the story – choose to embrace the overall story and ignore those parts that might not be as scintillating as others in the story. 

    By that entirely too long sentence in the previous paragraph, I don't mean that every story is enjoyable to every good or critical reader. We've all read our share of books we haven't liked for various reasons, some valid criticisms, others just different tastes in literature. 

    My point is this: there will be portions of any novel where it might drag a bit or seem "boring", but in a good story it's a small but necessary means to an end. Even some of the best thrillers must resort to giving that possibly mundane information and explanation whether or not it's as exciting as what came before it or follows after it. 

    Reading novels is a journey that can take you to the place you've never been, meet characters you want to know, experience excitement you won't ever face, and/or possibly cry tears of pain, joy, laughter for and with those within that story. Press on through the passages which seem less entertaining and enjoy the total journey in that novel. 

     

    Father, thank you for your authors, for your inspirations, for the words that lead us away to new experiences in stories. Apart from you, we can do nothing. Bless those who write to honor you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    Minnie-Ha-Ha and me. Probably the summer before 7th grade. At the Flying Horseshoe Ranch in Teanaway Valley, Washington. Great little mare. So much fun.

     

    Father, thank you for that time in my life. The love of horses you planted in me, the prelude to working on the racetrack. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    Reading that story that takes you away . . . to meet new characters who seem so real, who lead you to invest in their journeys, to feel their emotions, their pain, their humor, their conundrums. And who are they? Which ones are your favorites? Which ones will make you invest your time – even when you have little of it to spare? Who grabs your heart and won't let go?

    Who will bring you to tears – no matter where you are? 

    What constitutes becoming your favorite? Do you know? Is it their honesty, their trials and how they handle them? Is it their boldness and courage? Is it their resolute attitude no matter how hard the problems are that they face? Is it their vulnerability in spite of inner strength? 

    Why is your favorite genre what it is and how did it become your favorite? 

    What is it about a certain author or two or a few that insures you will read anything they write? 

    The compelling power of novels . . . letting them take you away.

     

    Father, thank you for inspiration. Thank you for the use of words to create beauty. Thank you for stories that offer so much. Apart from you, we can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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                           More from the great Bryan Duncan.

     

    Father, you know our hearts, souls, and spirits from the inside out. Thank you for rescuing us from ourselves. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.