Two cold hands and two cigars later, I have finished writing His Mercy Endureth Forever. Now all I have to do is type up three whole legal pads’ worth of manuscript and send them to Susan, my editor. But I don’t need nice weather for that.
Now that I’ve actually written it, I can look back on the climax of this story and say, “Whoa!” It’ll knock your socks off. Usually the Lord gives me these in a single dazzling flash; but this time He had me grind it out, line by line. So it sort of snuck up on me. But the end result will prove well worth the trouble–and may it be fruitful in His service.
Today is also Patty’s birthday, she feels much better than she felt yesterday, and please, everybody, keep those prayers coming.
Oh–and I phoned Linda’s daughter, Lyn, to tell her about the book. I know Linda would have been pleased by its completion. Maybe they’ll have it up in Heaven.
This classic Roman statue of orator Marcus Junius Bagby, provided I can wrap up a deal with the Uffizi Gallery, can be yours! Great conversation piece for your living room, or your deck! All you have to do is win our current comment contest.
We are shooting for 35,000, and at this writing we have 34,755–only 245 to go. I do hope we have a winner before Thanksgiving, when I plan to start our first Christmas Carol Contest.
Viewership has slowed down very badly this week, with yesterday boasting the fewest views of any day these past two years. I am told contests inevitably push up readership. Well, okay, here’s the contest…
Now, if the Uffizi backs out of the deal at the last minute, the contest winner will receive an autographed copy of one of my books. Autographed by me, not Bagby. The Uffizi has a bad check he wrote once, but it’s in Latin and with lousy handwriting, to boot, so I can’t read it.
I’ve just learned that our friend and sister Linda Sorci died yesterday. The phone call came from her daughter, Lynn. She was afraid to call me yesterday, and I was afraid to call her. This is not easy to bear.
We take comfort in what we must believe, as Christians: that the blood of Jesus Christ has washed away any and all sins; that all our loved ones who have gone before us now inhabit mansions in the Father’s house, and we will join them there, and speak with them again; that the Lord Our God will wipe away all tears, heal all hurts, and restore all things; that Jesus Christ His Son has won eternal life for all of us who believe in Him. “I am the resurrection, and the life.” Yes, Lord. Yes.
But it hurts us to lose those who are dear to us, even with our faith to save us from falling into hopelessness.
We pay them tribute with our grief. We must not grudge our tears.
Godspeed, Linda. Remember us in your prayers, as we remember you in ours.
We’ll see you again, by and by.