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‘Unbroken Souls’ will be released on Friday, August 1. This is a collection of my poetry that I have written over the years. Normally, I throw a poem on Facebook now and then, but I was inspired by Renee. Anyone who has read my blog, knows that Renee Robinson is a dear friend of mine. I read two of her poetry books so far and gave both of them 5 stars. It was becoming her friend and reading her emotions that gave me the inspiration to put together my own collection. Basically, she said I should (so I did). My book is dedicated to Renee and I have even included a poem that I wrote specifically for her.

 

When it’s released, I will post buy links.

 

 

Wed, 30 Jul 2014 12:42:03 GMT 8e3ced19-97ec-48fe-a994-c84bcaccd867 http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/book-review-maries-world-by-joe-e

"Marie’s World" by Joe E. Legend & Kristal McKerrington
Four Stars. The story sends the reader on a journey of suspense as Marie, does her best to protect those she cares about, and how she must deal with her current life as it clashes with her past. It’s an excellent story of strength and the writing brings on a level of suspense. I found myself rooting for Marie to make the right choice, and to realize that all her secrets would come out, eventually. The torment of Marie shows in the character’s actions and thoughts.‘Never meet those you idealise as they can never live up to what you dream them to be.’ I’m not a fan of cliffhanger endings but I found myself looking forward to what would happen to Marie next.

 

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5 stars for Butterfly Wings <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Butterfly-Wings-Renee-Robinson- I love the emotions that were poured out on paper. My favorite poem was The Shadow Man but I loved each poem. Robinson's prose brought me on an emotional journey and brought tears and comfort to my heart.

Mon, 28 Jul 2014 19:44:23 GMT 299efc4a-b127-465b-ae39-b0b6e5e5bfa0 http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/book-review-bullfrog-boogie-by-renee-robinson

Five Stars for this Children’s book.

Another great book written by Renee Robinson. Robinson’s children’s books are inspiring and totally lyrical, and Bullfrog Boogie is no different. Children can read along with the wonderful rhythmic words or even sing them to their own tune. Children will find themselves wanting to "boogie" right along with the animals and even the creek. "All the birds line up to sing
Even the creeks are rippling." The colorful photos bring the children right into the story as well. Robinson even adds pages so that kids can color their own character.

 

It’s a great story for young children.

 

Bullfrog Boogie is available on amazon.com

 

Mon, 28 Jul 2014 17:48:06 GMT 7c20f18b-417b-4085-a4e8-0d4c21de9a15 http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/new-project

I have recently been inspired … inspired by a great woman, my friend, Renee Robinson. She writes children’s books, as well as poetry. In reading her work, I got inspired to share my poetry, too. I write poems as they come to me, but I only share a poem here and there on facebook. In thinking about how many poems I have written, I have decided to create a collective poetry books, tentatively entitled "Unbroken Souls". I guess this is my new WIP, but I still have two other stories that are works in progress. Having just finished one "third" draft, I think it’s the perfect time to gain more perspective and collect my poetry.

Will post more when I have more to share … maybe a release date or cover reveal … who knows because I never know.

Sat, 26 Jul 2014 21:00:26 GMT 1d478d56-b584-4665-9a77-80937cde06b0 http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/friendships

Friendships come in all shapes and sizes, some are close by and others may be miles away. With the rise of social media and the greatness of technology, we can become "friends" in an instant. Of course, there is a difference between knowing someone and just having them as  "friend" or a "follower" on one of your social media sites. Sometimes, we meet someone that we truly like and grow to care about, even if we have not ever met them. Like most things, letter writing has gone by the way side and we now text or email, or even comment on a "status" or whatever. I can say that nowadays, without the use of sites like "Facebook", "Twitter" and "linked in", I would probably not be in contact with a lot of my friends and family as I am now.

Recently, I was very lucky to "meet" this wonderful and inspiring woman and author of poetry and children’s books. She and I have become dear friends. I have to admit that it is nice to become friends with a fellow author. I have read what she has written, children’s books and poetry and she is very good at what she does. She also has terminal Cancer. Though, she is sick and has to deal with chemo, I think her strength and inspiring words of poetry and children’s stories, have kept her alive. I am glad that she is my friend.

I want everyone who has children to pick up one of her children’s books and all adults to read her blogs and read her poetry. Click on the link to go to her blog.

Renee Robinson

Wed, 23 Jul 2014 20:19:19 GMT 29a8a2fa-d974-49fd-86d9-08e6bd0f260f http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/a-new-view-at-the-old-life

I have leaned more in the past few months about marketing strategies than I did in the years since I first wrote "Unwritten Life" in 2004. I have decided to take a new look at my old (and published) works as I continue to work on my current projects, while also doing some reviews. Hey, I figure I read a lot anyways, I might as well review what I write. I do, however, only post the reviews of the stories that I like and if I feel they deserve less than 3 stars, I will not post my review.

Anyway, that’s my rant, Getting back to my focus on "old" stories. I’m working to start promoting the ones I already have out there and I figured the best way is to start at the beginning.

"Unwritten Life" was written in December of 2004. Yes, it took me four weeks to write my first draft of the lovely story that grew into a Saga with 68 volumes. The first edition "Unwritten Life" was published by then-publisher PublishAmerica (Now, it’s America Star books) in May of 2005. After the contract on that expired, I made some minor changes (but not to the storyline) and republished the second edition of "Unwritten Life" in 2012 by Lulu. It is now available on KINDLE format as well. (And until the end of July, it’s on sale for 99 cents). In about two to three weeks, it will also be available on audiobooks, and when it is, I will be shouting out loud on that one!

"Unwritten Life" is just the beginning of the story. Not only for the main Character Alex Garrison, but also for me, since it was the first full length book I had ever written. Since that fateful day when I finished it, I have written over 83 books. But this is about Alex Garrison and the friends and family she meets on her "unwritten" path.  And just a hint (even on book 68, Alex Garrison is still alive and well, well, kind of).

Recently, I was interviewed about "Unwritten Life" and here is the link to my INTERVIEW at HEI!Books

Sun, 20 Jul 2014 12:26:38 GMT 80080933-bf08-4cc5-8632-8d9ea42d30f0 http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/book-review-small-hangers-by-amy-fraher

Great story about a mother realizing that her children are growing up. The hangers that hold a child’s clothes can’t grow with the child so the children’s clothes eventually need adult hangers. The sign of growth.

 

Small Hangers by Amy Fraher

Sun, 20 Jul 2014 12:14:06 GMT fb9f2fed-c38f-4170-8db4-a38de80b8094 http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/book-review-captain-chemo-out-cancer-out

This is an amazing story of the fight against Cancer. The story is about the mighty chemo which helps the fight against the horrible and painful Cancer. Any child who suffers from Cancer or who has a sibling or friend who does will enjoy reading this in order to understand and get strength from the story.

Tue, 15 Jul 2014 23:16:06 GMT 62de91b9-1127-4365-bb47-4527b6a2f9f2 http://writeramyshannon.wix.com/master/apps/blog/book-review-raining-angels-by-renee-robinson

Definitely 5 STARS

Positively inspiring. The collection of poem were both light and dark, celebrating life as well as fighting against death and what comes after death. Robinson was able to paint colorful as well as dark images with her use of words, which showed how her emotions flowed from her body to her pen, to the paper.  Several passages caught my eye as I read her words and I could feel what she was feeling. I could see what she was seeing. I didn’t think I could pick one favorite poem until I was almost finished reading the book. The poem "Just One" stood out for me and I think it’s my favorite. Robinson writes "Hoping I will get well, Healing salts of the sea, say a prayer for me, I need just one, just one prayer, just one to save me." This is the poem that brought tears to my heart.

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My Hero, My Dad

Nae's Nest —  May 20, 2014 — 1 Comment

My newest book My Hero, My Dad the 4th book in my Holiday 

Series. This books honors Father’s Day. After being released for sale for only 1 week, the book hit #53 on  Amazon’s top 100 list.

Holiday Series 

One of the author’s most exciting accomplishments is her new Children Book Series.

Each child is welcome to meet adorable animal characters as they read a

holiday story told in rhyme. Most pages are fully illustrated with adorable clip- art.

A bonus chapter is added in each book allowing the child extra interaction

through coloring.

My Hero, My DadBook 4: Father’s Day – Celebrate Dad in a humorous poetic format. My Hero, My Dad 

Able to leap tall buildings? No. Able to trip over toys in a single

bound? Yes. Able to make me smile and make me proud? Absolutely.

A perfect read for the child and Dad to both enjoy year round. This is also a delightful

book to give to DAD on Father’s Day so that he may enjoy a laugh as he reads with his child for the first time.

Right Away, Orimae! 

Book 1 -St. Patrick’s Day- of the holiday series is called: Right Away, Orimae! which depicts

farm animals who are searching for luck on St. Patrick’s Day in order to help Orimae, the milk cow who ran out of milk.

Book 2: Easter- of the holiday series: The Bunny Tale is an adorable Easter story about the

Easter Bunny and his secret helper. See what happens when the he

is forced to stray off the bunny trail and ends up finding a wolf who is hungry and

hunting for dinner.

Book 3 – My Mommy encourages mother and child to spend a little cuddle time together on

 Mother’s Day while Mom reads this card-book and child colors a Mother’s Day picture for her.

Mommy gives warm hugs and she helps me to sleep. She makes me feel good when I have a bad dream.

Keep your eyes out for the next Holiday Book in the series. Your child will be thrilled to collect the complete set.
Don’t forget to leave a review.

My Mommy Free Download for a limited time only!

It’s a Mother’s Day book, greeting card and gift all in one! Free for limited time only.4.20.14-4.26.14
My Mommy, Holiday Series Vol 3
The Third Book: Celebrates Mother’s Day with this clever combo. Is it a child’s story told in rhyme? Is it a greeting card for Mom? Is it a Mother’s Day coloring book? It is ALL three!
“My Mommy” 
tells of a mother’s love from the time of birth and as the child grows. Mom gives hugs and kisses. She sometimes puts band-aids on boo-boos and she is fun to play with. 
My Mommy” encourages mother and child to spend a little cuddle time together on Mother’s Day as they read together.
My Mommy is a mother’s day story, greeting card, and coloring book the child can color and give proudly to Mom for Mother’s Day.
Keep your eyes out for the next Holiday Book in the series. Your child will be thrilled to collect the complete set. 
Don’t forget to leave a review.

My Mommy

My Mommy

The Wait Is Over!

Nae's Nest —  March 24, 2014 — Leave a comment

The Wait Is Over!.

 

A book worth checking into.

Chapter 4 Dancing With Cancer

Nae's Nest —  September 8, 2013 — 4 Comments

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This is a preview of my novel I am currently working on.  Let me know your thoughts.  This is Chapter 4.  It is the night before I have part of my colon removed.  It is also when we think the tumor is non-cancerous.:

Chapter 4

Images of the tumor growing inside of me kept playing in my head.  My body was being invaded and I had to get rid of the intruder.

Since being diagnosed, I have felt like a hamster on a wheel which never stops.  Time stands still and time flies by.  I’m living in an upside down world where nothing makes sense anymore.  I have turned into Alice and have fallen through the looking-glass.

So on the day of surgery, I find myself running on a treadmill instead.  All the while the words of the White Rabbit chimed over and over in my head:

“I’m late. I’m late. For a very important date.  No time to say hello goodbye. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”

Embrace Me
Embrace me, Embrace you
I see you, I see me
Reflections in the mirror
Do you belong to me?
My hand touches liquid glass
Reaches inside
And stepping through
Alice’s Wonderland
A beginning, brand new
Inside the mirror
The mirror’s outside
It matters not
Life is a ride
Tackle each hurdle
Come what may
Step through life
Day by day
Life is the same
All is different
Joy and sorrow
Wild and tame
Emotional coaster rides
On top of the mountain
Down in the valley
Swing low, reach high
To become who you are
Embrace who you once were
Love and acceptance
Helps the circle to turn
Love me here
Love me there
When in need
I am here and I care
Take my love
Take my hand
Together
Complete
In a mystical wonderland

The night before surgery, I begin to prepare.  I fasted all day which was not very difficult.  I couldn’t eat even if I wanted to.  I felt like a few hundred butterflies hatched in my stomach.

I was more than happy to take a shower as it gave me and my mind something else to do.  The surgeon gave me a bottle of liquid shower soap.  It smells like disinfectant, which I suppose is what it was.  Per Doctor’s orders, I am to lather up my belly and soak in the suds for a few seconds.  Next, I scrub with a steel-wool pad and repeat all over again. Well, okay. I didn’t use a steel-wool.  I was just making sure you were really paying attention.  I hate to think I lost you somewhere in the shower.  I am nervous enough without having to worry about you.

I allow the water to pour over me.  I have apple scented shower soap and lather my peach shower puff.  I tried to relax and enjoy the apple scented swirls as it rose up to envelop me like a blanket. When I finished shaving, I pull out my favorite apple scent shampoo and creat a thick white lather.  I close my eyes and hid in the warm fog.  As I rinse my hair, tears began to slip down my cheeks.  I imagine it looks much like the water droplets training down the shower walls.  I began to pray.  Right there, butt naked in the shower.  Just me and God.  I told Him I am scared.  I ask Him to come to surgery with me.  I ask him to please watch over Del and my family.  I pray for a miracle and His healing touch.

I got out of the shower and towel off with my favorite fluffy white towel.  My belly is so clean it squeaks and I swear I saw my belly button wink in pride.

Now I have one final step to take in preparation.  I have to give myself an enema.   Earlier, I placed the enema box with its contents in the bathroom.  With a deep sigh, I pick it up off the sink.  All of the comfort the shower just gave me, evaporated as I open the box. I stand staring at the illustrated contents.

My mouth fell open as my eyes involuntarily roll, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I think.   “Is this even possible?”

With nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I enter my bedroom, closing the door behind me.  With a groan, I drop my soft fluffy towel and spread it on my bed along with a couple more.  After studying the directions and one last disturbing glance at the diagram, I crawl on my bed to mimic the picture.

I feel like I am playing a demented game of twister.  Place right and left knee on bed.  Stick naked butt up in the air.  With one elbow on the bed for support, reach back with free hand…

“Free hand?  What free hand?” I think.  “OH! The hand holding the bottle with the horrifying applicator!”  Swallow.  “Oh God.”

Ironically the instructions tell me to relax.  “What idiot wrote this?”  I mutter. “Obviously someone smart enough to not have tried doing this!”

Deep breath.  I reached back again and after a few attempts and watery eyes, I finally made contact. “Houston, we’re ready to lift-off”

I tried to quickly squeeze the contents inside me.  It did not take me long to realize my mistake as it ran right back out.  Mortified, I s-l-o-w-l-y empty the contents.  No wonder this particular bodily orifice has a puckered opening.  It is nature’s way of clamping itself shut as if saying, “Hey idiot! Don’t even think about inserting anything in here!”

Once my butt finally consumed the contents of the enema, I immediately ran to the bathroom.  The enema immediately kicking in.  I barely got my butt out of the air when I began to feel the urge to quickly run to the bathroom.  I stay there so long I believe I will have to ask the Doctor to remove the ring from around my butt.

After a couple of hours worth of bathroom trots, I am finally able to go to bed.  As usual Del reaches over for a goodnight kiss. However this time his eyes pool up with water.  He holds me close and silently we weep.  There was no need for words.  We are one.  We are going through this together.  He holds me as if the act of letting go would mean I would be lost to him forever.  We finally try to nestle down for sleep  as our knees fold into each other.  Del’s head against the back of my neck.   His tears rolling down into my ear, mine soaking into my pillow. Together we sleep restlessly.

Pins and needles.  He tosses.  I turn. Each of us feigning sleep. Each of us sharing the same thoughts.  We are scared.  What if I must have an ostomy?  The possibility is very real.  I keep reminding myself if I must have one, it is to save my life.

An ostomy connects either the small or large intestine to the abdominal surface. The intestines  are essentially re-routed to empty all excretions into an ostomy bag attached to the opening. When the large intestines are re-routed it is called a colostomy

It can be temporary or permanent. A temporary ostomy might be necessary if the intestinal tract is scarred or blocked by diseased tissue.  In most cases a temporary ostomy can be reversed with minimal or no intestinal damage.  If the intestinal function is impaired due to disease or if the intestinal muscles can no longer work properly or removed, a permanent ostomy may be required.  A permanent colostomy is often used in conjunction with inflammatory bowel disease and rectal cancers.

 We start out spooning and end up flailing.  What if I lose too much blood?  A blood bank is stored up for me.  What if more tumors are found?  Rollover, curl up.  What if I die?  Del moans. Could it be cancer? I am so cold.  Why am I so cold?  It’s dark.  So dark.  No light anywhere. Darkness.  Cold.  Death.

I receive a one-way ticket from Hell.  A mist consumes me.  Dark. Damp. Cold.

“Congratulations. You have colon cancer”…stop…breath…colon cancer?

 “Please watch your step and enjoy your stay”…what?…breathe, remember to breathe…

 I heard the words over again, “Enjoy your stay…enjoy your stay…”  I am transported into another world.  Carrying a large burning torch, a demon named Cancer grabs me with his free arm and drags me into his lair. He is giddy with pleasure as he tries to sink his finger into my skull.  Like a drill, his nail penetrates through flesh and bone. He stirs his finger around.  Inside my skull.  Inside my brain.  Shrills of laughter echo and bounce off the damp, black, stone walls.

Quite suddenly Cancer withdraws his finger from my skull.  He appears startled.  He screams out with a high-pitch shrill I was certain would make my ears bleed.  My eyes clench tight and my hands flew to my ears in reflex.  The screams hit off the walls.  It reminds me of a siren as it seems to slowly go farther and farther away but never stopping to shriek.  Finally, the shrill vanishes within the mist.  I take my hands off my ears but I still had my eyes clench shut.  Afraid the beast is still here.  Afraid this is a trick.  Afraid as soon as I open my eyes he will be right here in front of me sucking my brain matter off his fingertip.

I begin to sweat but I am frozen too.  After what seems hours but is no more than a few moments, I open one eye.  I sweep the dungeon from wall to wall as far as one eye can see.  Satisfied I was alone I open the other eye.  I almost wish I hadn’t.

frightening shadows appear on the wall.  Was it Cancer? My heart stops.  Was he coming back?  The walls seem to move to the beat of my heart.  It smells of death. I shiver in fear, or maybe it is in cold. Alone.  All alone.

With help from the torch, my eyes adjust to the darkness.  I see the walls really are pulsating.  Suddenly, I have the impression I am being digested!  Cancer is consuming me.  Quickly, I try to get the picture out of my mind.  I remember how Cancer sucked my flesh off his finger.  For the first time in my life I feel Terror. While Cancer consumes me, I feel the arms of Terror as it holds me into place.  Unable to move or to even scream.  Terror coils itself around me, taking my breath. Cancer and Terror are allies.  Together they render me helpless.

Slay The Beast

Only I can see him.

He has haunted me for years.

His prophecies are real.

The root of my fears.

He finally attacked.

I am fighting him off.

He is so strong.

I am too soft.

I have turned to mush.

This has been a long battle.

There is no time to rest. His tail rattles.

Ready to strike.

The snake that he is.

Venomous bite.

Feeding on flesh.

Sucking out blood.

Bone and tissue.

Poisonous flood.

Craving my life

Fangs in deep.

Holding tight

Making me weep

But I will win

The beast will be slayed He won’t get me down. Inside of a grave.

Nae, wake up!

Nae! Del shakes harder. 

 

I spring bolt upright, gasping for air. My hair is wet and sticking to the side of my face.   My skin clammy and my nightgown drenched in sweat.  With a whimper I lay back down.  Too hot to curl up against Del, I turn  over.  Back to back, we both drift back to sleep.

 Glass Shadows

Glass shadows cracking under my feet
Step on a crack become obsolete
How did I get here? How do I leave?
I feel like a trick, pulled out from a sleeve
I am in Wonderland without Alice
This is frightening full of malice
Glass shadows casting on the land
Cracking under my feet as I stand
If I fall through, where will it lead?
I can’t stay here, I must leave
How do I go, where is the way?
Bring me guidance, don’t let me stray
Cracking shadows full of lies
Shattered hearts and broken dreams
In a place which is not what it seems
Trust no one, all is bad
If I am stuck here much longer
I will go mad
A funhouse which never ends
Full of horrors and screams
Close my eyes and pretend
Click my heels think of home
Open eyes, I see a gnome
But I am still here
What do I do?
Pray for a prince
To make my dreams come true?
Take me away from shadows that crack
Take me away from shards of  glass
Take me away from all that’s ill
But let me escape from some of the real?
Can’t I have two worlds in one?
No pain or hurt
No sickness or death
Gather all horror and leave behind
Please leave me
Only a good design.

Take me from here.  Take me away. Put it in a dream and scream it away.

Desperately, I look all around. I need Inspiration, Hope, Faith!  I see nothing.  “Please, come. I am here”, I shout out.

I pray.  Dear God, please lift the shadows.  Allow me to see your light.  Do not allow my soul to be lost forever.  I am your child.  I put myself in your hands.  Please Dear Lord, hear my words.  The chains are broken. Though Cancer continues to lurk nearby, I am free! I spread my wings, the chains break-away. I arise. I arise. I arise!

Today, I am Okay. Today, I will be alright. What will tomorrow bring? I won’t know, until I turn the page..

 Today is the day.  Today is the day….breath…today is the day of the rest of my life.

What Would You Do?

Nae's Nest —  April 25, 2013 — 7 Comments

What would you do, if you knew, you had a year to live?

Or maybe 6 months? Would it matter how long?

Would you gather you loved ones,  Would you tell them you love them?  Would you take a trip to a far away land?

What if you are too sick and unable to leave bed?.  What would you do then?

I chose to write. I chose to publish some books.

I would like to finish a novel, will I have time?

So many questions, so many things.  Why did I wait until I am about to die?

Renee Robinson, see my author profile at 

http://naesnest.wix.com/phoenixwriter

 

The Christian Science Monitor:  When David got home from school, the third grader looked everywhere for his mom and sisters. They couldn’t be found in the house or the yard. Suddenly the youngster panicked. What he’d been taught in church must have happened – they’d disappeared in the “rapture,” and he’d been “left behind.”

For children raised in a fundamentalist Protestant background, “that wasn’t an uncommon experience,” says David Currie of his frantic moments years ago. They were taught Jesus could come at any moment to whisk believers to heaven and leave others to face seven years of “the great tribulation.” Only after that period of suffering, violence, and disasters on Earth would Christ return in the Second Coming.

Today, as belief in this end-times prophecy sees a resurgence among Americans – partly because of the phenomenal success of the “Left Behind” series of novels (58 million sold) and the disturbing “signs” of terrorism and war – Mr. Currie and others are seeking to refute the apocalyptic theology.

Fundamentalists represent a minority of Christians – an estimated 25 million – but the interest in end-times prophecy has spread beyond their circles, and is not only shaping people’s lives, but, say supporters and critics, even influencing US foreign policy.

A 2002 survey showed that 59 percent of Americans believe that the events in the Bible book of Revelation will occur in the future. The theology behind end-time prophecy – pre-millennial dispensationalism (from the idea that God has divided history into ages, or dispensations) – emerged in 19th-century England. It was brought to America by missionary John Nelson Darby and spread at evangelistic conferences. While believers say it spurs righteous living and helps discern God’s plan for the world, others see it as fostering a skewed sense of history and of what Christianity is about.

Rather than the single Second Coming of Christ expected by other Christians, it presents a two-stage return of Jesus, with the plagues and catastrophes depicted in Revelation literally to take place on Earth in between. The current “church age” will end with the rapture, when Jesus will take true Christians to heaven, and the rest of humanity will face the outpouring of God’s wrath, designed to turn them to Him. Many insist it will occur within a generation.

“I know people who have sold their houses and lived with relatives because they thought the world would soon come to an end,” Currie says. “I know others who’ve cut their education short because they thought it more important to witness to people than to get their degree.” After becoming a missionary and preaching the rapturist prophecy, Currie eventually came to a very different conclusion – that this teaching was not true, and is not in the Bible.

Premillennialism is not consistent with Roman Catholic, Eastern Orthodox, or mainline Protestant teaching – but it has been avidly promoted by televangelists and on Christian radio for decades. And one 2002 poll found that more Americans experience the Christian faith through radio, television, or books than by attending church.

The Left Behind series of novels, which begins with the rapture (with planes and cars crashing as Christians disappear) and carries through the tribulation years to Armageddon and the Second Coming, is a blend of fast-paced violence, catastrophes, miracles, and heartfelt faith.
According to end-times teaching, Bible prophecies in Daniel, Revelation, and elsewhere apply literally to current events (there is much debate over who the Antichrist is) and are the key to understanding world history. Other fundamental points are that the state of Israel is central to God’s plan for the end times, and Jesus’ return is imminent.

“He could come tomorrow, and that grips my life and changes the way I live,” says Mark Hitchcock, pastor of Faith Bible Church in Edmond, Okla. “It encourages holy living and evangelism.” Currie, who has become a Catholic, says thousands of young Catholics have been won over to fundamentalist churches through rapture theology. Barbara White, a Jewish African-American mortician from Buffalo, N.Y., was “saved” at age 7 by a pastor “who was heavy on the rapture.” It shapes her whole life. “The priority is time – every day I cram five days into that day because of the sense of urgency,” she says. “I feel I have to love every day, encourage someone every day.” She has also become pastor of an interdenominational church. Those who dispute the theology, however, say it often encourages fatalism and escapism. A prominent pre-millennialist, Dwight L. Moody, famously asked, “Why polish the brass on a sinking ship?”

Barbara Rossing, who teaches the New Testament at Lutheran School of Theology in Chicago, gets calls for help from pastors with congregation members who are avid readers of the Left Behind series. She tells of a friend who mentored a confirmation student at her church who’d read all the novels. “As my friend talked with her about world problems, the student said, ‘I don’t have to worry about that because I’m going to be raptured before things get too bad,’ ” Dr. Rossing says. “People think they don’t have to worry about the environment or other situations because God is going to take them away from it.”

She recalls the stir during her own college years three decades ago, when Hal Lindsey’s “The Late Great Planet Earth,” which predicted the end of the world in 1988, sold millions of copies. “I can relate to the fear teenagers feel and the yearning to know what God’s plan is and not be left behind,” Rossing adds. So she’s written a book, “The Rapture Exposed: The Message of Hope in the Book of Revelation,” to be released in April. “I’m trying to offer an alternative way of understanding God’s presence in the world.”

She and Currie – who has written “Rapture: The End-Times Error That Leaves the Bible Behind” – explore the Bible sources for rapturist theology, aiming to demonstrate that it’s a modern literalist interpretation based on selective passages taken out of context. While some have experienced the fundamentalist teaching as fear- driven, others find comfort in it. Tim LaHaye, who created the Left Behind series to spread the theology, described in a Monitor interview last year what sparked his intense focus on prophecy.

When Mr. LaHaye was 9, his father died. The bereaved boy was inconsolable. “Then the minister at the funeral said these words: ‘This is not the end of Frank LaHaye; because he accepted Jesus, the day will come when the Lord will shout from heaven and descend, and the dead in Christ will rise first and then we’ll be caught up together to meet him in the air,” LaHaye recalled. “All of a sudden, there was hope in my heart I’d see my father again.”

LaHaye has since built an industry around the rapture theology, including the fiction series (the final volume comes out March 30), a Left Behind kids series, a prophecy club on the Web, nonfiction prophecy books, a new series of novels, and a Pre-Tribulation Research Center.
Mr. Hitchcock, the Oklahoma pastor, is active in the movement and is co-authoring a new book, “The Truth Behind Left Behind,” to respond to critics.
He doesn’t agree with colleagues who predict dates for the rapture, or those who are against trying to improve a world they expect to only get worse. “This is not a monolithic movement,” he says. “You find people who are separatist, and people who are very involved.” In fact, the involvement of premillennialists in politics is stirring concern among some observers. As the religious right has become more prominent in political circles, critics say, they are influencing and even undermining US policy on the Israeli- Palestinian conflict.

Dispensationalists are also called Christian Zionists, and since the 19th century have supported the “re-gathering of the Jews” in the Holy Land, which they say is an essential step toward the end times. It also says the temple will be rebuilt on the Temple Mount, where the Muslim Dome of the Rock now stands. Hitchcock says the return of Jews to Israel is “a stage-setting event for the tribulation period, when God’s going to deal again with the Jewish people,” giving them a last chance to recognize Jesus as Messiah.
In the meantime, dispensationalists believe that, according to Genesis, God will bless those who bless the Jews and curse those who curse them. They are therefore among Israel’s staunchest supporters, backing its “ownership” of the entire West Bank. They have raised money in churches to support illegal settlements.

Don Wagner, who teaches religion and Middle East studies at North Park University in Chicago, points to specific examples of Christian Zionists’ political influence: When President Bush started to call on Israel to pull the military back from Jenin refugee camp in 2002, they helped mobilize 100,000 e-mails to the White House; the president never said another word in public. And when Mr. Bush started pushing his latest peace plan, House leader “Tom DeLay headed off to Israel to speak to the Knesset and told them not to worry about it,” he adds.

Dr. Wagner says that Christian Zionists are ignoring and undermining indigenous Christians in the Middle East, many of whom are descendants of the earliest Christians. A Palestinian Christian center, Sabeel, will hold a conference this spring, “Challenging Christian Zionism.”What distresses some other Christians is that the fixation on prophecy can lead genuine seekers astray about what Christianity teaches.”Now if you talk to a man on the street he’ll think Christians believe in a God who is quixotic, plays games with humanity, and is going to cheerfully zap flight crews out of planes and see the planes crash,” says Paul Maier, professor of ancient history at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo. “How do you counteract that?”

To challenge the prophecy buffs, he recently published “More Than a Skeleton,” a theological thriller about what happens when a man appears in contemporary Israel who begins to say and do the same things Jesus did.Rossing agrees with the power of storytelling. “What these [Left Behind] novels are fulfilling is the hunger to see God in the world, and they point to earthquakes, wars, and plagues like SARS,” she says. “We need to help people see God’s presence in other ways – in stories of healing and love and justice.”

Resource: The Christian Monitor

I Am Published!

Nae's Nest —  December 8, 2012 — 14 Comments

Product DetailsI am happy to announce the publishing of my first Ebook.  Available at Amazon.com Click on the picture on the sidebar or go to the link below:

Shadows of The Heart by Renee Robinson (Kindle Edition -Dec 4, 2012) – Kindle eBook

Mistress Of The Sea

Nae's Nest —  April 2, 2012 — 6 Comments

Lady of the sea

Mystical and free

Breathing in the mist

She is calling me

Magical spirit

Keeper of the sea

Owner of the tide

Full of mystery

Many have died

Seeking her secrets

Trying to unlock

The law of the tide

Power in the waves

Viscous at times

Feeding the spirit

Absorbing her crimes

Hungers for life

Underwater world

Untold treasure

Priceless heirlooms

Feeding the greed

The Mistress

Of the sea

by Renee Robinson

 

Lay 86, Up Yours!

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