Archive for November, 2007

At Home For The Holidays

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

At Home for the Holidays
By Meredith Efken
(Steeple Hill Café 2006)

If you’ve ever been in an email discussion loop, you’ll fit right in with cyber-girlfriends, Dulcie, Zelia, Jocelyn, Veronica, and Rosalyn. Fans of Efken’s first mom-lit novel, SAHM I Am, will find plenty to laugh about in her new yuletide tale, Home for the Holidays. The quick-paced email exchanges between these stay-home moms make for hilarious reading as they try to balance housework, family crisis, and the impending holiday madness.

Though the book is uproariously funny, Efken delves into important issues, such as struggles with infertility, postpartum depression, going back to work, discipline problems, and isolation. If you’re a woman who plugs in a laptop to stay connected and sane, this jolly faith-filled novel will keep you turning the pages.


The Stained Glass Pickup: Glimpses of God’s Uncommon Wisdom

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

The Stained-Glass Pickup: Glimpses of God’s Uncommon Wisdom
By Cathy Messecar
(Leafwood Publishers 2006)

Newspaper columnist Cathy Messecar shares a collection of stories that will deepen the faith of every woman. The title comes from the first devotional in the book, about a rancher who prays aloud for his high school age daughter while he drives her to school in his truck. I can certainly relate to praying in extremely humble places.

The book contains an eclectic mix of uncommon wisdom gleaned from the Bible and the author’s daily life as a grandmother in Texas. Each devotional begins with a short scripture and concludes with a heart-felt prayer. This would make a wonderful gift to help someone start the new year with an inspiring mentor to lead the way.


Mozarts Sister

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

Mozart’s Sister
By Nancy Moser
(Bethany House 2006)

For all the music or historical fiction lovers on your gift list, Nancy Moser’s exquisite novel will whisk them away to 18th-century Vienna. Did you even know Mozart had a sister? Six years his senior, Nannerl was every bit as talented as her precocious and highly acclaimed brother. Yet because she was a woman, she was overlooked by society, as well as her father.

The book is told from Nannerl’s point of view and reads like a piece of music, with sections entitled “Prelude,” “Overture,” “Interlude,” and more. The author’s beautiful writing and detailed research give readers an intimate peek into the eccentric personalities who inhabit the Mozart home. For those of us who do most of our traveling by armchair, Moser’s dramatic tale is richly satisfying.


Beyond Green Gables

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

Beyond Green Gables:
Kevin Sullivan’s Designscapes
By Kevin Sullivan
(Davenport Press 2005)

One of the most popular stories of all time, Anne of Green Gables, captured our hearts even more when we saw Anne’s beloved Prince Edward Island come to life on the silver screen. But did you ever stop to think about the artistic genius required to create the spectacular movie sets? Kevin Sullivan is a photographer extraordinaire, and in his stunning, full-color book, you’ll be taken behind the scenes of the filming of Anne of Green Gables, as well as other award-winning Sullivan productions.

Like a scrapbook, this book is a mosaic of photographs, poetry, paintings, and glorious period costumes that dance across the pages. It’s a fascinating read, one that every Anne of Green Gables fan will adore. Arranged by season, the book also includes recipes that go along with the beautifully arranged table displays. If you love entertaining, you’ll treasure this lavish excursion through Sullivan’s favorite images and locales.


Queen of the Castle: 52 weeks of Encouragement for the Uninspired, Domestically Challenged or Just Plain Tired Homemaker

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

Queen of the Castle: 52 weeks of Encouragement for the Uninspired, Domestically Challenged or Just Plain Tired Homemaker
By Lynn Bowen Walker
(Integrity 2006)

Author Lynn Bowen Walker begins her book with this disclaimer: “OK – so let’s get this out of the way right up front: I am not homemaker of the year.” That said, this is a book every homemaker won’t want to live without. Written with a light and humorous touch, Walker combines inspirational storytelling with an endless cache of organizing, craft, and holiday ideas – nicely gathered in one easy-to-read volume.

If you’ve got stacks of women’s magazines you keep meaning to clip articles from, throw them away and buy this book instead. It contains dozens of tried-and-true, kid-friendly recipes, along with wisdom gleaned from years of mothering. Walker’s not afraid to share her homemaking foibles, and the encouraging tone of the book makes you feel like she’s joining you for a chat over a cup of coffee. If you’re looking for homemaking inspiration for every month of the year, this book will help make your home the haven you long it to be.


The Three Wise Women: A Christmas Reflection

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

The Three Wise Women: A Christmas Reflection
By Christin Ditchfield (Crossway 2005)

You’ve heard of the three wise men; they’re an integral part of every Nativity. But what about the three wise women who each played a significant role in the birth of Christ?

Three women–one single, one married, and one widowed –have much to teach us about following God’s will, even when it doesn’t make sense at first. Mary was chosen while still a teen to become mother of the Messiah. Elizabeth, ripe in middle age, gave birth to John the Baptist to prepare the way. And faithful Anna prayed night and day in the temple, announcing the Son of God’s arrival to all who would listen.

In this gorgeous red-and-gold foil gift book, author Christin Ditchfield brings these women’s stories to life and shows how God can use each of us, no matter how insignificant we feel. This makes a perfect gift for any woman longing to grow in spiritual wisdom.


Claire Knows Best

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

Claire Knows Best,
by Tracey Bateman
(Warner Faith 2006)

Tracey Bateman’s mom-lit is a hoot, and I can’t say enough fabulous things about her Claire series: Leave it to Claire, Claire Knows Best, and I Love Claire (coming in Jan. 2007). Single mom Claire Everett’s plan for her life is tossed out the window when a tornado rips through her home, crashing her computer, and forcing her family to move. She’s dating Greg, the cute widower down the street, but there are mega-problems–her teen daughter’s rebellion, her ex-husband’s pregnant wife, and her writing career on the skids. Should she seek the help of a life coach, or does God really know what He’s doing with her life?


Sink Reflections

Thursday, November 29th, 2007


(Bantam Books, 2002)
By Marla Cilley, A.K. A. The FlyLady

Are you a FlyLady fan? If so, then you’re one of over 300,000 women around the world who have discovered FlyLady’s system for coping with the chaos in your home. I joined her newsletter group about a year ago and always felt like I was missing the whole story, so I finally bought and read her book.

Sink Reflections gives you a behind-the-scenes peek into how the FlyLady system came into being. Marla Cilley was once a frustrated woman living in a household filled with clutter. Her organizing systems always seemed to fail, until she decided to stick with one thing for a month–shining her kitchen sink. From there, she developed her morning, evening, and weekly routines that have transformed her life–and countless others.

Be warned: if you sign up for her free daily newsletter, you should opt for the Digest version. She sends about 15-20 email messages a day. She’s fun, motivating, and is the voice many of us need to rid our lives of clutter and make room for more joy and peace.

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This review was written by Heather Ivester. To read the latest news on other books in the Christian market, view
Heather’s monthly column–Book Buzz


My Interview with Amy Grant Bayliss

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

Amy is a 30-something, Christian, homeschooling mom to three amazing little men who, after more than four years of being a single parent, was wed to her best friend Ryan Bayliss in September of 2007. She is  a self-proclaimed canister collecting and appliance junkie, and she says a side effect of her ADD creativity gene is that she gets bored frequently with her hairstyles and must experiment with new ones…

It is pretty much the same with her blog layout. She is a self-taught graphic designer, writer, and entrepreneur. Amy often hits home with her thought provoking, eye opening, and sometimes emotional way of writing to capture the hearts and hand of her readers. She has a desire to see the hand of God in everything, to always be aware of His presence, and to love and live life to the fullest. Amy believes that it is possible to have it all, and you she’s only required to pursue one thing–a true, deep, and intimate relationship with Jesus Christ. Her longing is to learn from and help other Christian women as we all take this journey together.

I see that you’ve answered the call to online ministry–big time. Can you tell us a bit about the online ministries that you are involved in?
You know Darlene; I had no idea what I was getting into when this whole online thing started. Sometimes, like Abraham and Paul, God just tells me to “GO” and I do (quite often there is resistance involved). I don’t know about you, but although God doesn’t always tell me exactly where to go He does tell me when I’m going the wrong way!  I tried a couple of different online ministries prior to where I am now and I knew that those ideas (though they were good) were not the way for me to go. The ministries I am involved in now are where He has led me and where I feel peace. I know that His hand is upon them.

My own personal blog, In Pursuit of Proverbs 31, started in March of 2007 and it was meant to simply be a way for me to journal my thoughts but then I realized that people actually read it and that was awesome!

I started receiving emails from ladies about how my testimonies had given them hope because they were in similar situations. I started to realize that although our relationship with God is meant to be personal, most of it is not meant to be private. So many times He said in his word, “Go and tell them what I’ve done for you!” (refer to paragraph one –“Go”). So, I’m going!

Heart of the Matter Online was a ministry that I co-founded with Amy S., a friend and fellow homeschool mom from Ohio. Our intention when we started was simply to provide a resource–via blogging and an online magazine–for homeschooling parents, and to offer encouragement when the days got long and tough. Our perspective is to be real and relevant. Anyone can teach someone else how to do something through an article but to read the posts through the blog you get to see how they live it, whether they fail or succeed.

I have you to thank for the opportunity of owning and operating Internet Café Devotions! [CWO's sister site and team blog] Thank you, Darlene, for trusting lil’ ol me with something that I know was so dear to your heart!

You’re doing an awesome job, Amy–just like I knew you would! :) And I’m so glad to see Lori MacMath partnering with you. The two of you make an awesome team.

Prior to taking over the Café in May, I had been praying to God that He’d give me the opportunity to minister to other women in a greater capacity, so when I got an email from Lori saying that she was interested in partnering with me on this project, I clearly knew that this was what God wanted. We spent some time in prayer and decided to make a few changes, add some things, and spice it up a bit. We get emails and comments weekly from women who are being drawn back to God simply because they happened to land on that site and are now subscribing to the daily devotions. Some women may never step foot in a church but they will surf the web. Internet Café Devotions gives us a vehicle to reach them and the team of writers we have over there are phenomenal. We also started a weekly meme with the help of Kim Uden and that gives women a chance to express themselves through thought provoking questions of the heart. We have many other things coming up to get women connected and I cannot wait to see what else God has in store. This is so where my heart is at!

Is there any reason you lean toward women’s ministry in particular?
I have always struggled in my relationships with other women. My relationship with my mother was a truly negative one. I was hurt by her many times and that lead to my distrust of other women. I was also betrayed by a woman from my previous church that I had ministered to. I found out that she had had an affair with my former spouse. Then, of course, I dealt with all of the gossip that comes with a marriage that is failing. The women I was closest to are the ones who betrayed me the most. It hurt and it has been a long road to recovery, but it is happening. Through all of this, my one true friend and shining example of God’s love and service has been my sister, Andrea. She has been by my side through everything and I can only hope to be like her when I grow up! (She’s my little sister!)

I now attend the most amazing church. Last year our women’s conference, Healing Place’s Live the Dream, was a launching pad for my recovery. They spoke of friendships with other women and how they are important to our walk with Christ and our ability to minister. I immediately sensed God nudging me to forgive and rekindle the friendships with some of the women that had hurt me in the past. He restored my relationship with my mom. He also set my heart on fire to minster to other women who may be caught in that same struggle, as well as other struggles that I have faced. I simply have a gut wrenching compassion for hurting women. I want so much to see them overcome and celebrate life to the fullest.

I am amazed at how much you accomplish, with being in ministry, running a design business, and homeschooling your kids. When did you start homeschooling, and what prompted that decision?
Um, God prompted it! It wasn’t my idea. I was quite set against it. In fact, I had tried to talk others out of homeschooling! I was happy, or so I thought, with being “free” during the day and able to work in peace and quiet. That wasn’t God’s plan for us though and the truth is my children were suffering. Although they had problems in school, I knew that God wanted me to homeschool to improve my relationship with them. It is amazing to see the difference in them now. I can honestly say that I love having my boys home with me; and being able to spend quality time with them whenever I want is something that I cherish. For now, this is God’s plan for our lives and I am happy to oblige!

That is definitely a great way to enrich your relationship with them! And speaking of relationships–congratulations on your recent marriage! What has it been like blending your existing family with your new marital relationship?
This year has been a whirlwind of change. Prior to my marriage to Ryan, I didn’t have a great relationship with my former spouse, Mark (the boys’ dad), so I anticipated that being a problem in my new marriage.

Oh, how I underestimated the power of God and the influence of love! My husband has a gift to love others even when they aren’t loveable, and he loved on Mark as though they had been friends for years. He treated him with the utmost respect, even when he didn’t think he deserved it. That alone spoke to my heart so loudly that I began to follow his example–then a miracle began to take place… We started having birthday parties together. We began to eat meals together. We began to invite Mark over on family night so he could take part in playing board games and visiting with the kids.

Now, we all parent together. Things are far from perfect and the miracle is still in progress, but I can see God’s hand so evident in this that it is hard for even Mark to deny. He even asked Ryan and I to pray for him in front of his friends! Hecalled on Father’s Day to wish Ryan a Happy Father’s Day–isn’t God awesome? Much progress, my friend! Much!

Sounds like a busy house, full of love! Would you like to have more children?
Well I am having so much fun with that little one of ours that I don’t know if we should ruin it! Brennan is the most joyful and fun loving kid anybody could ever want and although I want him to stay a baby forever (he’s 7–go ahead and laugh) we are actually trying to conceive now! Prayerfully soon we will have at least one more little muchkin to add to the family and give Brennan someone else to tickle!

Oh, I’m laughing, because I just celebrated my “baby’s” seventh birthday last month, and I’m feeling’ ya, girl. They grow up too fast!

I hadn’t realized that we both had “babies” the same age. We have a lot in common with faith, writing and web design, don’t we? So that’s why I like you so much! From one designer to another, I’d love to know…does this creativity of yours spill out beyond the web?

Well, I’ll tell you, my husband often jokes that he never knows what house he is going to walk into or what woman he will wake up to next! I love to rearrange and redesign my house and I love to add some color style to my hair. Anything to do with color and texture makes me happy. I love the beauty and depth in the combinations of hues and textures. Scrapbooking, interior design, web design, graphics, fashion, hair dyeing… I love it all! My favorite of all of these, is designing blogs over at Split Decisionz and magazine layouts. I love designing and doing the layout of the magazine for Heart of the Matter month after month. It just makes me happy!

We do have a lot in common! My husband says that our yard is the standing joke of the neighbourhood (in a good way). Everytime they come home, our garden is larger or changed in some way. If only they saw the inside! Are you moving to my area anytime soon–we could decorate and dye together til the wee hours of the night.

And let’s not forget writing! You first caught my attention and that of CWO’s when you won a writing contest we held in Spring 2007. Your article “Celebration of Life” touched my heart and had me balling like a baby.

In that article you wrote, “they had discovered that my son had a form of dwarfism. I was 20 years old and crushed. I had a vision of a perfect baby and that was shattered instantly. I mourned. I cried. A part of me died.”

For those readers who aren’t familiar with your story, can you tell us a bit about that time and how God brought you through?

I think every little girl not only dreams of the day she will get married, but also the day she will give birth to and raise a child of her own. I had often dreamed of this child and how I would paint and decorate his nursery and what little clothes I would have for his layette. Would he look like me? Would he act like him? Will he play football? Will he study to become a doctor?

“And God just please let him be healthy and happy” is what I prayed from the time I found out I was pregnant.

Those were the prayers and thoughts that I was consumed with until the day I found out about Gevan’s condition. For some reason I thought that this diagnosis changed everything. One thing I had to do was mourn the death of my dreams and I am so glad that I did. I have a dominant personality, and had this not been an issue I hesitate to wonder what his life, or the life of my other children, might have been like. Would I have allowed him to just be him, or would I have pushed him to fit into my mold? In more ways than one his condition has made me a better person. It was in my state of grief that I gave my life to Christ. It is through His eyes that I began to appreciate the world through a new perspective. It is through His perseverance and determination that I get inspired to keep going and know that I can overcome. I cannot tell you how much that little man challenges me to be a better person. I wish the world could know him like I do.

God helped me to realize that Gevan had been short-statured and stocky from the moment he was conceived. He was the same baby I knew and loved before I found out about his condition. Nothing changed except my expectations. Well, that and the fact that he never has worn all of the clothes from his layette. He just moved up to a 4t and that is at nearly 12 years old. So yes, I mourned the death of my vision of a perfect child, but I celebrated the reality of life with the perfect child… for me.

God met me right where I was in this situation, which ironically, was the bathtub. I cried out to him and He saved me and baptized me right there. I felt the longing to become part of a church so I sought one out. God has always been there for me, right where I was in life. I get chills just thinking about it and I can’t wait to see where He takes us next!

You’ve told me that after almost losing a child, you suffered from parent-child detachment. What is that, and how did you overcome it?
Jacob’s story is heart breaking. He is my second born but third pregnancy. I had miscarried just weeks prior to his conception and so he was quite a bit of a surprise. At first, we weren’t sure if the test results were just a result of the previous pregnancy or if I really was indeed pregnant again. Then the delivery was a rough one. He was born with the cord around his neck and that gave us our first big scare. Then, at 2 months, 5 months, and 7 months he was hospitalized for serious illnesses. First the rotavirus, then RSV, and then the third hospitalization was a result of too much antibiotics in his system and the bad antibodies mutated with them and started attacking Jacob’s little body. Then, just a couple of years later Jacob accidentally hung himself on the swing set outside. Unbeknownst to us, some neighborhood kids had tied deep sea fishing line to it and while I went in to make juice cups for them he climbed up to the rope and his neck got caught in it somehow. He was dead. I don’t know any other way to say it. He was the darkest shade of blue I’d ever seen. Every blood vessel in his face and eyes had burst. He was twitching and he was not breathing at all. After his dad did a couple of reps of CPR on him and Jacob was finally taking shallow breaths, he was so lethargic and non-responsive that I just prayed to God that he would live. The whole way to the hospital he had seizures and I just watched as his little eyes rolled to the back of his head. The hardest part was when the doctor came out and said we were either the luckiest people alive or somebody “up there” was looking out for us because Jacob should be dead. He said at the very least the deep sea fishing line should have severed his head off completely. It was the worst part because in my mind I began to ponder the “What ifs”.

I became so distraught over the question: “What if he had died?” that I truly did accept his death, though it wasn’t a reality, to protect myself from the pain of losing him. And with that I became completely detached from him emotionally. My connection, my bond with him, was gone. It isn’t that I didn’t love him. I would have done anything in the world for him. It is just that because of all we had been though with him I was so scared of losing him that I put up a wall between us. I felt no emotion about it whatsoever. We simply co-existed together as mother and son. It wasn’t that he wasn’t lovable because he was the cutest and most joyful kid you’ve ever seen. It was that I was scared of losing him.

When God revealed my heart to me and I realized what I had done I was devastated. It took months of prayer, reading 1 Corinthians 13:1-13 over and over, and acting on the love I knew I had to get to the point where I felt emotion towards him. God’s response was so powerful. Jacob was so welcoming and I felt so undeserving of him. God has continued to restore our relationship to the point that now I look at him and immediately I feel love just oozing out of me towards him. He is just one of the loves of my life and I am so glad that I can finally show him that. Almost three years after he was revived on that hospital bed, God revived him in my heart. Since then God has shown me that Jacob is the one who will inherit my gifts and talents. It is to him that my mantle will be passed. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. He is such an amazing little boy.

When I shared this story on the Internet Café a few months back I got more emails than I ever have about any other post. I heard from women who were going through the same thing due to multiple miscarriages and then getting pregnant or babies who were born with medical conditions or placed in the NICU right after birth. They found themselves feeling the same way about their children but could never figure out why and they never spoke about it because they were so ashamed. I believe that truly loving your child is a problem that many women face, and because of the guilt involved there is no ministry available to help them. That is why I am trying to speak so freely about it and continue to write about what it truly means to be a parent and to love your child. I can’t imagine going through this without God. I don’t want anyone else to suffer like Jacob and I did. Our kids deserve so much more than that.

Jacob’s Story can be viewed here: When Your Child Doesn’t Die & Proof That Prayer Does Move Mountains

Amy, thank you for being so open with us. You have such a gifted way of sharing your heart. I pray that God will continue to use you in ministry to women. And may God’s hand of protection continue to rest on your family.


Coming Together in God’s Country

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

It’s been a year, and there’s now a brand-new school. The little girls are gone, buried in the rich and fertile earth of Amish cemeteries. The shooter, too, is gone, his life ended by the same gun that took the little girls. He‘s buried next to the heart-shaped stone of his infant daughter. The tiny school has been bulldozed to the ground, with nothing remaining in its place. The earth has been reseeded, though, and one day soon something beautiful might grow there.

The Amish call us the “English.” They are separate from the world; we are of it. They have no cars, no televisions, no mp3s or CDs or DVDs. They have no electricity, no computers, no violent video games to corrupt young minds. The Amish are indeed separate from the world, but a few months ago they were thrust into it with a dreadful force and horrendous heartbreak never before experienced in this community of innocence and faith.

“They were my babies,” says Rita Rhoads, a local midwife who delivered several of the victims.

We who live here in Lancaster County echo the midwife‘s sentiments: they are all of our babies, and we hold our own children tight. We hug them goodbye as they leave for school in the morning, and we hope that they come home in the afternoon. We pass the multitude of one-room schools, and we view them with new eyes. We smile at the boys hitting baseballs, and we know that they are hitting more than just the baseballs; they know that we are trying really hard to smile as if all is well with the world. We wave and go on our way. We no longer honk at the buggies moving slowly in the lane ahead; we go to great efforts to make kind eye contact with the children peering shyly from the backs of the buggies. The feeling is not unlike that after the attacks of 9-11: we’re being nicer to one another, more patient, friendlier. We’re all in this together.

There were three school shootings in America that week. It doesn’t always happen somewhere else. This time it happened here. Here. At home, in Pennsylvania Dutch Country. It can happen here. It can happen anywhere, and we have to work together to make it stop happening in this country, and everywhere.

We English rely upon our Amish neighbors for certain things. We depend upon them for fresh eggs, and sweet apple cider, and creamy pumpkin pies for our Christmas dinners. We buy their chicken pot pies and their shoofly pies and we relish their chow-chow. They churn butter and ice cream, and we enjoy the fruits of their labors. We drink the milk from their cows, and we stop frequently at their roadside stands, picking up reasonably-priced watermelons and peaches and tomatoes. We can always count on the Amish for those things. We can also count on them to hold firm to their faith, to their belief in God, to their traditions, and to the way of life that can’t be an easy road to follow.

The Amish are human, and they are still grieving. Their pain is beyond understanding. They’re weeping and they’re praying and they‘re still numb. Most striking of all: the Amish are forgiving. These humble people forgive the man who took the lives of their babies. It’s a point they make again and again. They forgive. This is God’s will. They must trust that this was meant to be; it is best. Their girls are in Heaven.

They recite Matthew 6:14, from the King James Bible: “For if ye forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.” The Amish live, and die, by those words. The verse sustains them, and now–at holiday time–they say that almost every conversation eventually turns to the girls.

The names read like poetry: Naomi Rose. Marian. Anna Mae. Sisters Mary Liz and Lena, who are buried together.

Never again will a school day be the same for Emma Zook, who has returned to teaching a classroom full of boys.

An Amish man embraced Charles Roberts Sr, a man who’d given his son–the shooter–the same name. The man held Mr. Roberts as he sobbed. “We forgive,” the Amish man said, again and again as the killer’s father wept. “We forgive.”

We of the world have things to learn from those not of it. We too need to forgive. We need to hope and we need to heal. We need to have faith, and we need to find a solution to the sickness that’s invaded the very soul of our nation. We need to help our children, and their children, and everybody’s children . . . before it’s too late.

On the morning of four of the funerals, I drove across the back roads of Lancaster County, heading from my home to the winding and quiet roads of Nickel Mines. Joining the media center’s throng of reporters, I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with writers from Manhattan and Philadelphia and Florida and Washington. Being a longtime journalist, I’m accustomed to the usual competitive jostling atmosphere of a media center set up to accommodate crowds of reporters all hungry for an exclusive scoop. The astounding thing this time was that the competition did not seem to exist: we were all just writers or reporters doing our jobs, trying to arrange words of the English language into sentences that would try to make sense of these horrific events. We were all just human beings with hearts that ached as we tried to find the words to describe the scene. We were mothers and fathers and grandparents, brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and sons and daughters.

“We really appreciate how respectful you news people have been,” commented one Amish man.

“I never knew that the world cared about us,” said another. “We are so moved.”

An Amish woman teetered downhill on a rickety bicycle, snaking between the graves among which lay the infant daughter of the killer. She stopped to talk. Her name was Mary Zook, and her words will remain with me forever.

“I think those ten little girls must have been very special to have God choose them for this,” Mary said. Her gaze was steady; her eyes clear; her smile sincere. I thought it was an incredible way to look at the events that had taken two of her relatives: Mary Liz and Lina.

“I’m so touched by the way that the English people have responded to this,” Mary Zook said. “I see things differently now. I look at you in a different way.”

The night before, Mary had attended the open-casket viewing of her two young relatives. She was now on her way to the funeral, bicycling, clad head-to-toe in black.

“The girls looked so beautiful last night, dressed all in white,” she stated. “They looked sweet and innocent; just like they were sleeping. They were the sweetest girls you‘d ever want to meet: always smiling; always kind.”

Mary was calm and composed, glowing with an inner peace and assurance that all was well. I, however, was the blubbering one, as I explained to Mary Zook that my husband’s grandparents had been Amish. In fact, their names, too, were Zook. Eli Zook committed suicide back in 1962, hanging himself in his barn a month before my husband John was born. His wife Nellie accepted state assistance after Eli’s death. She was ex-communicated for that reason, but Nellie relentlessly held tight to a love and respect of her Amish background. I explained all this to Mary Zook, and noted the fact that she was probably related in some way to John’s family. Mary’s children had some of the same blood as my son; the slain sisters, too.

“Please pass our sympathies and condolences to the family,” I said to Mary. “Please tell them that we are so sorry, and that we hurt for them. Tell them that we can‘t stop thinking about them . . . And that . . . We can‘t even begin to imagine . . .” I crumbled, breaking down in a way that professional media people aren’t supposed to do.

Mary and I embraced. “I’m usually not one for hugging, but . . .” Mary said, her voice trailing off as we wrapped our arms around one another.

When I asked Mary Zook if the Amish community was aware that flags across our state were being flown at half-mast in honor of their girls, her eyes welled up for the first time.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “Tell everyone thank you. I’ll tell the families about the flags. They’ll appreciate that.”

“The world is watching you,” I said to Mary. “The world is watching, and listening, and we are all so impressed. We’re impressed and we’re humbled and we’re in awe of your abilities to forgive. We need to be more like you.”

“And we,” said the Amish woman, “couldn’t do it without you. We are very thankful for the support. There‘s always something for which to thank God.”

As a lifelong resident of Lancaster County, I’ve never seen the Amish and English coming together in this way. There is amazing grace. My own wish is that this tragedy will build bridges of understanding and reconciliation. Respect of one another’s religions could solve a lot of problems in this scary world; I believe that it could put a stop to wars. Forgiveness can build bridges on the road to world peace.

The Amish are a people of peace. We who are of the world need to watch those who are not of it, and we need to learn. The little girls are gone, buried in the fertile earth, but we are still here, and we will go on, and we will remember. We will make things better in this world: for our children, for their children, for everybody’s children. We must.

And we’ll do it in honor of those ten little angels who were special enough to be chosen for this.

©2007, Linda Oatman High

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About the Author:

Linda Oatman High is an author of books for children and teens, with her first book being the just-released “The Hip Grandma’s Handbook.”

Linda is available for school presentations, as well as for group speeches and workshops.

Visit her website: www.lindaoatmanhigh.com


Martha, Martha

Monday, November 26th, 2007

Let’s just get this out in the open right now. I am no Martha Stewart. That fact becomes woefully obvious to me around the holidays! Everywhere I look I see a dozen new ways to create something fabulous for the season. Gifts, packaging, elaborate decorations, and gourmet feasts, you name it, the holidays cry out for a homemade touch. It is enough to have me crying out for more hours in my day! The main problem is not my lack of inspiration or desire to have everything just so. I have limitations! I have no staff.  No holiday decorating budget. And I value my sanity. And honestly, I am just not that crafty. I’ll admit it.

I realized early in my domestic life I would have to find my own simple style for the holidays and go with it. There was no hope of hand carved holiday ice sculptures; it just wasn’t going to happen! The times I have attempted a Martha Stewart holiday have been enough to cure any aspirations of achieving Martha status. While I am all for creating a festive atmosphere, I have to accomplish it in such a way as to maintain my holiday cheer and keep the birth of Christ in focus. I want it all, like many women. I want the Martha Stewart holiday ambience AND the energy to remember the reason for the season.

So, how can we have it all during the holidays? First of all, we really don’t need to pull out all 231 boxes of red and green decorations to start our Christmas decorating. Really! Let’s simplify things. Martha wouldn’t use those dusty old relics anyways, so I think we can safely leave those in the attic this year!

But don’t worry, you don’t have to whip out your glue gun, sewing machine, or carving tools either. We can do this an easier way. For starters, get yourself a roll of ribbon. Ribbon can make anything festive. Then start looking around your home for items that are already pretty! Repurposing things is a great way to get that homemade charm without the crafty frustration or time commitment.

For instance, you can take a set of silver spoons or cookie cutters, hang them on a ribbon from your cabinets, chandelier, or stairway and voila, you have charming décor! How simple is that? Anyone can do this, crafty or not! Crafty folks can still hand-embroider their stockings if they need more to do. Ribbon works for everyone. No fuss, no expensive investment, just an old-fashioned holiday.

Here is another idea that looks like you slaved over it for hours, but can be whipped together in nothing flat. Look in your craft box for some beads or fuzzy pom-poms. String them on some wire and you’ve got yourself some garland! It will be far more charming than that gold glittery stuff, and it will only take you a matter of minutes. You can do this while you are watching a holiday movie and make enough to hang all over the house if you want. You could even make them for gifts! Your friends will be amazed at your talent and you will smile every time you see your handiwork.

Want something really easy and environmentally chic? Grab some fruit and vegetables! Toss your artichokes or apples in the center of a holiday wreath placed on your table, or fill an apothecary jar with red and green apples for an instant organic display. That’s it! Having a centerpiece you can eat is VERY Martha. She is always multi-tasking.

You can even use your favorite traditional decorations in fresh ways. Do you have a gravy boat or glass sugar bowl collecting dust? Just rinse it out and fill it with jingle bells or small glass ornaments. Put your holiday salt and pepper shakers up on a footed cake stand to decorate your sideboard. Hang your wreaths from ribbons on bed frames or windows instead of on the front door. Hang small ornaments on your swags. You can do this!

Simple creativity gives you the satisfaction of a Martha Stewart moment without overshadowing the joy of celebrating Christ’s birth. And that is a very good thing!

“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed.” Luke 10:41 NIV

©2007, Melissa Michaels
Photo credit, Melissa Michaels


Radio Interview: Rachel Hauck

Monday, November 26th, 2007

Listen in as Jill chats with author Rachel Hauck about her new book, Diva NashVegas. Rachel is a pastor’s wife whose first novel, Lambert’s Pride, was published in 2004. Her current release is Diva NashVegas, May 2007 from Thomas Nelson.

In addition to writing, Rachel works alongside her husband, Tony, who has been a pastor for twenty years. Her heart is to see teens and adults passionate, radical and whole-hearted for Jesus.

You can read the first chapter of Diva NashVegas at Rachel’s website, Rachelhauck.com


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The Wager

Monday, November 26th, 2007

I am a young, Christian woman. Finding out that you were a Christian uplifted my spirits, like you wouldn’t believe!

Your role in the new movie “The Wager” is one of a seductive actress called Cassandra. And in one of your previous Q’s & A’s, you listed the questions that you ask yourself before you accept or receive a job.

One of the questions was this, “Will the new job be pleasing to God, and will it glorify Him?”

I asked myself, “How can this be pleasing to God?” The movie hasn’t come out yet, and I don’t know if your character, Cassandra, makes a turnaround in the movie (in which case I would say the part would be pleasing to God), but if she doesn’t than how does it please God? I am DEFINITELY NOT trying to question your judgment, but when I heard about the movie I thought it would be a good way for me to invite some of my non-Christian friends to go see it (use it as a witnessing tool), but I don’t know what it is about, and I don’t know if you would recommend it as a witnessing tool or not.

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Thanks for your questions. Do I think that the role I played was pleasing to God? Yes! The movie is rated PG, and is a modern day story based on the book of Job. Yes, my character Cassandra is a seductive movie actress, but keeping in line with a PG rating and being that it is a Christian film, there isn’t much to the seduction. It’s simply “implied.”

Randy Travis’s character, Michael Steel is struggling with life changing issues as God and Satan have placed a wager as to whether he is able to live out the Sermon on the Mount or not. My character is one of the temptations that forces Michael to make a decision about his wife and marriage. As I always want to honor God, my husband, and children, I purposely choose to be a part of the Wager because it’s a Christian film that shows the struggles of everyday life. In no way was the character I portrayed or the script dishonoring to God, but can clearly be used as a tool for the saved and the unsaved.

To answer your other question, yes, you can use this movie as a witnessing tool, although I think that I prefer The Passion of the Christ!! :) The Wager will be released on DVD May 13 nationwide.

Blessings to you,


Thankful for Pain

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

My friend Michelle says, “Every test is a testimony and every mess is a ministry.”

If indeed that is true, many of my fellow Boomer Babes have as many testimonies and ministries as we have grey hairs!

During this season of Thanksgiving, there will be no dearth of articles popping up in virtually every print and online publication discussing the topic of “giving thanks.” We’ll be encouraged to give thanks for the many blessings we’ve received…thanks for all the good things we’ve been given. However, I’d like to pose a different angle for our thanksgiving this season.

Let’s give thanks for our pain and our troubles.

Let’s give thanks for the anguish that has sharpened our senses and made us more sensitive to the pain of others.

Let’s give thanks for the years of trial and tribulation that have softened the rough edges of our heart, bringing us wisdom and knowledge and the life-changing realization that God is in control.

Let’s give thanks for the tests that have given us amazing testimonies and the messes that have opened the doors for life-transforming ministries. For it is through the tests and messes, through the troubles of life we come to understand the true meaning of God’s love and restoration.

Scripture says in Psalm 71:20-21,

20. Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up.

21. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.

Ah…comfort! The blessed assurance that comfort will once again wrap itself around us like grandma’s hand crocheted blanket, enveloping us in all that is warm and safe and familiar.

Okay, lest you think someone has kidnapped “the real Allison,” let me stop waxing poetic and say for the record that I find it really hard to give thanks for the messes that frequently spill over into my life. It’s difficult to give thanks when the tests break your heart—making it hard sometimes to even breathe. Yet as Christians we are called to a higher level of understanding why some things happen in our life.

It’s about gaining wisdom and knowledge. God wants us not only to wake up and smell the Starbucks, but to learn from our mistakes—to gain wisdom, knowledge and insight from our life journey. Doesn’t it make sense then, to extend thanksgiving to God for the journey he has allowed us to live? No matter how difficult? No matter how painful?
I love what Scripture says in Proverbs 2:1-11

1. My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you,

2. turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding,

3. and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding,

4. and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure,

5. then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the knowledge of God.

6. For the LORD gives wisdom, and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.

7. He holds victory in store for the upright, he is a shield to those whose walk is blameless,

8. for he guards the course of the just and protects the way of his faithful ones.

9. Then you will understand what is right and just and fair—every good path.

10. For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.

11. Discretion will protect you,and understanding will guard you.

Wow. Doesn’t that make you want to do the right thing? Live a good life? Walk the talk? Sure it does. But that’s easier said than done. Living a life that is pleasing to God is important to me—I know it’s important to you, too. But I continually fall by the wayside and often my good intentions become not-so-good contentions. That’s what having an inherent sinful nature is all about…the inner struggle to do the right thing—in spite of the pain and anguish.

That’s why I’ve chosen to spend this thanksgiving season as a time to look at all of my tests and messes, and instead of throwing a pity-party or getting depressed or angry…to give God the glory and thanks for allowing me to experience the pain. For without the pain I would not be where I am today. Without traveling the roads that often brought me to my knees in desperation and exhaustion, I would not have the strength of courage to go another mile—and another—and another.

Dear Boomer Babe Sisters, please join me this season by pulling back the dark ugly curtain that has been covering the tests and messes of life we’d just as soon forget. Haul out the dusty boxes in the attic of our mind that are hiding all the garbage of our past mistakes and give God thanks for the experiences—no matter how painful. Focusing not on the anguish—but on the wisdom we have gained as a result of the journey.

Scripture says in John 16:33, “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

I’m not a theologian—nor am I a learned Bible teacher. I’m just a Boomer Babe striving to make sense of my life in this world—like you. I’d like to think the older I get the wiser I do get, and yet times of trial and tribulation are still difficult to understand and process. I don’t have the answers—but I know who does. I’m just thankful that through it all, one thing remains the same, Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and for ever. On that I can rest.

And because of that knowledge—because I trust that God is indeed in control, that he holds me in the palm of his hand, I choose this season to thank him for the journey—to thank him for the pain. To thank him for the tests that have given me a testimony and the messes that have given me a ministry. I invite you to join me.


No Compromise for the Camera

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

I saw you on TBN the other day (with your brother Kirk) and decided that I would see what I could find out about your acting career. I was excited when I saw you had a spot for Acting Advice, but was disappointed that it is still under construction. As of last December (through an amazing sequence of events) it seems that God is calling our 17-year-old daughter, Heather, into acting–at least for now. We are committed to helping her pursue this training and experience for this coming year–since the rules all change when she turns 18. She has been attending classes and has her first background opportunity at the end of this month. The hard part is that there is little information about the movie and its rating at this stage of the project. Our concern and biggest struggle is that there is no clear line/guideline on where to draw the line for a Christian. Did you find yourself involved in things that you later wished you had known more about, and stepped away from? We believe God has led us this far (to be salt & light), but it is just all so out of our usual comfort zone. Any input you have would be greatly appreciated.

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Thanks for visiting my website. I’m happy to share my thoughts with you on the entertainment industry as a Christian. Working in television and movies today is very difficult as a Christian. You were right in saying it’s not clear where to draw the line. You’ll have to use your conscience and much prayer on this one. Yes, there have been a few things I’ve worked on and have regretted since becoming a Christian. There’s no turning back, but now, having a biblical worldview, my decisions are different and my options are fewer. An agent will tell you that as someone who’s starting out, you can’t picky about what you work on if you want to establish yourself. Most agents and managers will push your daughter to audition for everything and will encourage her to take what she can get. Most will tell you to compromise on the small stuff now and if she starts working regularly and develops a name for herself, she will have more opportunity to pick and choose then.

As a Christian, you MUST be picky. You don’t want to compromise your moral standards for some time in front of the camera. And you certainly don’t want to work on something that could lead a searching soul astray. This is why it is very difficult to be a Christian in the entertainment business. Most TV and movies today don’t uphold the standards that we value as Christians. My advice is to find an agent that is fully aware of where you stand morally, and that you’re not willing to allow your daughter to go on auditions if they compromise that in any way. Honestly, it will be hard to find an agent willing to work with you because there are so many talented actors who are willing to do anything. They may say “that’s fine” in the beginning, but eventually it will get old for them. I don’t want to sound completely discouraging…there are some good ones out there! You’re just going to have to do some research and find them. My mom was one of them, having her agency for 15 years (she’s retired now). If an audition comes along and there isn’t much information on it, get the sides in advance. If the material is questionable, call your agent and pass on it. Keep everything in prayer. Most of all, talk to your daughter and make sure she fully understands the seduction of the entertainment industry. We can’t be salt and light if we become like everyone else. On a positive note, studios are making more faith-based films since the success of Passion of the Christ!