Two thousand words, with a deadline breathing down my neck–but I did it! And all in one sitting, too. Thank you, Jesus! And may my work be fruitful in your service.
Of course my brain is now frazzled–and I wonder: dast I take a bike ride? A bit on the cold side, but otherwise a lovely sunny day. Can I do it without blowing out my knee? Oh, I’ll just avoid the hills.
I’m so glad I was able to carry out that assignment. Chalcedon has been good to me, has provided me with a livelihood for going on 20 years, and I do try always to do the best job I can for Chalcedon’s ministry. Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for the hi sign to start my next Bell Mountain book. That would be No. 14 in the series. Still a long way from catching up to Tarzan or Hercule Poirot.
See you later for cat video theater–or whatever other critter takes my fancy.
Yesterday we posted a history video about Dr. Ignaz Semmelweiss, who was destroyed by the medical establishment of the mid-1800s for virtually stamping out fatal “child-bed fever” at hospitals under his authority.
Present-day America has its own Semmelweiss. Dr. Punyamurtala Kishore, in Massachusetts, developed a successful system for treating and curing opioid addiction. His reward for that? In 2011 the state shut down all 52 of his clinics and threw him in jail.
Our managing editor at Chalcedon, Martin Selbrede, covered this bizarre story in deail from its beginning to the present. We have a link to Article No. 15 in the series because it provides links to the earlier articles, in order.
It’s standard practice to treat drug addiction by giving the patient other addictive drugs, like methadone. Dr. Kishore abandoned that, and replaced it with a treatment regime whose goal was not “managing” addiction, but curing it.
Like Semmelweiss, Dr. Kishore had dramatic results to prove his success.
Like Semmelweiss, the establishment–politicians, the “news” media, pharmaceutical companies, and high-ranking physicians–came down on him with everything they had. Semmelweiss died in a mental hospital. Dr. Kishore went to jail. At the age of 65, they had him cleaning streets–which impaired his health.
Unlike Semmelweiss, Dr. Kishore lived through his ordeal and, in the midst of persecution, found advocates and allies. So his struggle continues.
It’s all in Martin’s articles. It may be rather hard to believe–but believe it.
Very little news escaped R.J. Rushdoony’s notice; and his commentaries, recorded 30, 40, or 50 years ago, seem right on target today. A lot of us just now are asking, “How much honesty is there in civil government?” What with the talentless offspring of various high-level politicians being awarded fantastically lucrative no-show jobs with assorted foreign business entities… Gee, it sure doesn’t look honest.
In 1980, Rushdoony recalls, the Internal Revenue Service audited 168 of its own auditors–and found “serious errors” perpetrated by more than half of them. And their underpayments were about twice as big as those made by the citizens whom they were auditing.
“When we trust in God,” Rushdoony said, “we become more trustworthy ourselves, to the extent that we obey Him.”
The IRS can’t make us honest. Only God’s Spirit can do that.
Thanks to a comment made by Heidi this morning, I’ve been thinking about how to define the purpose of this blog. It was originally set up to promote my Bell Mountain books and hopefully stir up sales; but it has since grown into something more.
It’s not something I set out to do on purpose; it just sort of happened. Much of the credit goes to you, the readers. Together we have done enough to give birth to a mission statement. And here it is. Here’s what this blog is supposed to do.
Provide a place for Christian fellowship, including the posting of hymns, hymn requests, prayer requests, reblogs of posts on other Christian blogs, and Bible study. I love it when readers get to talking to each other. Nor do you have to be a Christian to be allowed in: the door is open to you, too. It’s important for us to comfort, encourage, counsel, inspire, and teach one another.
Praise the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, and the works of God the Creator, proclaim the Lordship of Christ, and assert His crown rights as the King of kings.
Outreach. This blog is a small part of the larger ministry of the Chalcedon Foundation.
Provide opposition to, and skepticism for, the pretensions of secular humanism–the climate change cult, Darwinism, transgender, and all the rest of those Really Smart Ideas that are actually abominable and stupid. The highest card in their hand is their claim to being vastly more intelligent than ordinary people–a claim that must be regularly and vigorously challenged. They deserve to be satirized, and I try to provide that. Hence Joe Collidge.
Provide good humor, pleasant memories, and fun. A good laugh is the gift of God. So is a happy memory. Hence features like “Oy, Rodney” and Memory Lane. And the comment contests, the quokkas, etc.
And yes, I’m still trying to promote my books along the way.
Anyway, that’s our mission–and we’re doing it together.
Martin was one of many speakers, last April, at “Domestic Abuse and the Church,” who stressed the need for the church to recognize domestic abuse as a reality and to believe and support those who supper from it. Isaiah 32:1-8 stresses the believer’s duty to be a refuge to those in need: not an added difficulty, but a refuge.
I guess it’s stuff like that that makes us “Haters,” eh?
Chalcedon has asked me to write a major article on how the social media are censoring and banning Christians and conservatives–in part because they’ve attacked us, too, and are running around calling us a “hate group.” And of course they would like to cut off all conservative voices from the national conversation in time for next year’s national elections.
I know that several of you, dear readers, have been banned, shadow-banned, or censored by assorted social media. If you would describe your experiences, I’d love to use them in the article–protecting your identities, of course. My point will be that it’s not just Christian ministries, pro-family groups, and prominent conservatives who are being censored, but also peaceful, law-abiding, ordinary people. Like us!
So come on, help me out–the more information you give me, the better. It will all be put to good use!
This was my first published novel, Lifeblood, vintage 1988. Heidi asked how I made the jump from horror to Christian novels.
Well, first off, it took 20 years. There was a horror boom in the 1980s, and I was part of it. When it turned into a horror bust in the 1990s, I was part of that, too. I wrote a lot of books after that, but none ever got published. It really wasn’t looking like I would ever be published again.
I had four horror novels published. I wrote them in hopes of becoming rich and famous, for my own aggrandizement. Serving God never crossed my mind.
In a radio interview a few years ago, Kevin Swanson asked me, “So what woke you up?” And I answered, “Believe it or not, Bill Clinton! Suddenly we had a president doing sex with an intern in the Oval Office, going all Charlie High school smart guy on us by saying ‘It depends on what is is,’ and getting away with it–and all these people saying ‘Oh, it’s only sex, and lying about sex, and everybody does it, no big deal.'” It became obvious that our culture had slipped a few big notches downward while I wasn’t looking. Did I want to live in a country where it really was okay for the president to be doing interns in the Oval Office? I could hardly recognize it as the America that was supposed to be my home.
Fear sent me running back to the Bible, back to prayer. I started writing quasi-journalistic pieces for several Christian, pro-family organizations and eventually caught on with the Chalcedon Foundation (and I’m happy to say I’m still there!).
Chalcedon publishes books on theology; but a few years ago, someone wondered if it might not be a good idea if we published a novel or two. And my editor, Susan, said, “But we already have a novelist!” Meaning me.
And it just so happened that I had only recently had a dream featuring a high mountain with the sound of a bell somewhere in the air. It was a very haunting image, and it became the seed of Bell Mountain.
God keeps giving me these novels to write in His service–twelve of them, so far. As long as He keeps giving them, I’ll keep writing them. This is the work I love best, and may it be fruitful to Christ’s Kingdom.
No one works harder than the support staff at Chalcedon HQ. And they get it done, too.
I just heard from Jill that all my books are now on sale via Barnes & Noble Nook and Google Play. That would be ebook versions of the books: Chalcedon and amazon.com also sell the paperbacks. The latest, The Silver Trumpet (No. 10 in the Bell Mountain series), is still about a week away from being available as an ebook. That’s also Jill’s job.
Anyway, now ebooks of my books are available in two more markets, and they just got there so I haven’t sold any yet. But it can’t help but help–right?
Well, at least I know now that the book exists: Bell Mountain No. 10, The Silver Trumpet.
I received a copy in the mail today, to be autographed and sent on to one of Chalcedon’s faithful supporters, and I’m told my own copies are on their way to me–and that the book will go on sale later this week. It’s not there yet, so don’t give up if you look for it and don’t find it. It’s coming: this time it’s really coming.
Meanwhile, May thinks it’s April and it rained every day last week, and more rain is forecast for this week, and I haven’t had much time to work on His Mercy Endureth Forever. We were freezing here yesterday, and today it’s hot. So I’d better finish this iced tea, and one more post, and then get back to work on the book.