Every so often we writers get
into slumps and question why we write. Does it matter?
I fell into this trap yesterday.
Re-editing the three books in my series for inclusion into a set, has been more
daunting than I expected. It has also been humbling. How could I publish such
drivel? Who would want to read it? So, why bother?
Unlike other times these thoughts
have plagued me, I turned to prayer, asking God what He would have me do. He
answered.
As has happened before, I have
confused my listed readings and read one meant for another date, and there was
my answer.
“For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord, shall be saved.
How then shall they call on him, in whom they have not believed? Or how shall
they believe him, of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without
a preacher? And how shall they preach if they have not been sent, as it is written:
How beautiful are the feet of them that
preach the gospel of peace, of them that bring glad tidings of good things? But
all do not obey the gospel. For Isaias said: ‘Lord, who hath believed our report? Faith then cometh by hearing; and
hearing by the word of Christ. But I say: Have they not heard? Yes, verily, their sound hath gone forth into all the
earth, and their words unto the ends of the whole world.’”
Romans
10:13-18
Once before God told me to write
my stories that through them others might believe. (See Lions, Why I Write) One
reader messaged me sometime back. “Your book is answering many of my questions.”
How easy it is to forget those words, encumbered with the drudgery of writing
and editing.
And so, I press on, doing the
physical work of sharing His Word through stories, leaving the rest in His
hands. Seems rather fitting as we enter the season of Advent. By sharing our stories
peppered with His Word we become like St. John the Baptist a “voice of one crying in the wilderness, make
straight the way of the Lord, as said the prophet Isaias.”
John
1:23
