Let Peace Begin with Me

Let Peace Begin with Me

“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”

As the world greets us with new violence, new tragedy every day, this is the song that keeps popping into my mind. It sounds trite, doesn’t it? A sweet, simple melody for sweet, simple words.

But those words aren’t simple. They’re profound. Because those words don’t shove the goal—peace, lack of violence, the cessation of hate—onto anyone else. They don’t call for the destruction of enemies or the silencing of opposition. Those words put the burden exactly where they should.

On ME.

What does it mean to pursue peace in this way? What does it mean, when our children are being gunned down in schools, when politicians and activists are assassinated, when hatred is the order of the day? What does it mean when right-wing and left-wing have become so full of animosity toward each other that each side fully believes the other is beyond redemption? What does it mean to ask for peace in a world where people only want to win?

I’ll start with what it doesn’t mean. It doesn’t mean shouting down your opponent. It doesn’t mean blaming the other side for each tragedy. It doesn’t mean condemning their hate speech but promoting your own.

Peace—true peace—means seeing both sides of every tragedy. True peace means grieving not just when the person on YOUR side is hurt, but when the person on THEIR side is too. And here’s the real kicker—true peace means crying out not just for the victims but for those who have been so hurt that they feel the need to respond in the way that will do the most harm in return.

The pursuit of true peace means asking not “What’s wrong with people?” and instead “What’s wrong with me?”

Many years ago, after a tragic school shooting, we were at Bible study and talking about the events of the day, and I remember my own first thought. It was something selfish and distressed, along the lines of, “I’m so glad I homeschool, so we don’t have to fear this.” But then Gary, a retired UMC pastor, shook my world. He sat down, pure sorrow lining his face, and looked like he was about to cry. “I just keep asking myself,” he said, “what I could have done and didn’t. I’ve just been on my knees asking God all day, ‘When did You ask me to pray, and I didn’t listen?’ What could I have done for this poor soul that thought this was the answer to his pain?”

This, my friends. This is the response of a true Christian heart. Our first and best and most peace-seeking response should be about where WE have failed. Where WE have sought our own selfish things instead of selfless sacrifice. Our lament should not be about what has been done to us, but about what we have failed to do for our neighbors, that they have decided calling themselves our enemies is preferable to being our friends.

Because the Church was not formed to be a seat of power. Jesus took over neither the temple nor the throne. He spoke harsh words not to sinners but to the people who should have been loving them and were failing in that. To the poor, the downtrodden, the depressed, the outcast, the adulterer, the thief, the tax collector…to them, He said, “Today I eat at your house.” To them, He said, “Where are you accusers? Now go and sin no more.”

First He saved. Then He inspired. And He said, “Take neither sword nor money pouch.” The one exception, when He told His disciples to bring a sword? When they dared to use it to defend Him, He chided them and healed the wound given.

Jesus does not need us to defend Him. Jesus does not need us to lash out at those who hate Him. Jesus will, in fact, offer miraculous healing to those we hurt in His name.

The answer to violence in America, friends, is not to snuff it out with more of the same. It’s not to pick up our sword—it’s to pick up our cross. The answer is not to silence the opposition, the answer is to LOVE THEM. Love them as Christ loved them. And how is that?

Not by shouting how wrong they are. But by showing them how deep is the love of God. Not by threatening to show Jerusalem what true power looks like—but by weeping over it.

Grieve for the Charlie Kirks. Grive for the Melissa Hortmans. Grieve for the students at school and the worshipers at Mass. But we cannot stop there, not if we want to truly be like Him.

We must grieve for the shooters who think there’s no other way. Grieve for the accused drug dealers drowned at sea. Grieve for the vitriol-spewing neighbor you’ll never see eye to eye with.

Peace does not come by tribalism. Peace comes by laying down the need to win and instead baring our hearts before God and man and being willing to cry out like the prophets of old, “Forgive us, Lord! Forgive us for abandoning You! Forgive us for our unfaithfulness!”

Forgive us, Lord. Not THEM, but me. Forgive me for not praying when I should. For not loving when I should. Forgive me for seeking my own vision so much that I forget those who oppose it are your beloved children too. Forgive me for only grieving my own losses, when in Your eyes there is no distinction. For forgetting that when the angel stood before Joshua, he declared a truth we’ve chosen to ignore. That You take no side by Your own.

Forgive us, Lord. And then show us the true Way of peace.

Word of the Week – Appointment

Word of the Week – Appointment

When we think of appointments, we probably think first of those things we put on our schedules. Then maybe we think about being appointed to an official position. And recently when discussing my calendar, my husband pointed at me…and then said, “Hey, is appointment related to pointing at something? Word of the Week!”

So here we are. 😉

So first of all, let it be noted that the sence “fixing a date for business” dates from the early 1400s as a meaning of the word, whereas “act of placing in office” came quite a bit later, not joining English meanings until around 1650. I really had no idea which might have been first, so it was lovely to have an answer to the question. 

Now. What, pray tell, is the relationship between point and appoint/ment?

I’m so glad you asked.

If one traces the roots back enough, from English to French and then to Latin, one learns that appoint comes ad + point in Latin, that point itself being from the word punctum (think “puncture”), which meant “a small hole make by pricking.” This small hole then came to indicate a precise spot. And so, coming “to a point” in a matter meant that people “agreed, settled” on said matter. This is the meaning that carried from Latin into French around the 1100s, and then from French to English in the 1300s. And so, appoint–“to decide, resolve, arrange, or settle” soon began to be applied to the time when one would meet to do such things.

And there we have it.

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What We Read

What We Read

Many, many years ago, I joined an online group of other Christian writers, many of whom who were far more established than I was (they still are!), and I was amazed to learn in a conversation what kind of books all these amazing Christian novelists were reading.

See, at that point in my life, I was deep into my homeschooling days, and our curriculum required at least an hour of read-aloud time to the kids. I LOVED this time. We read so many wonderful children’s classics together, many Newbery Award winners, lots of historical fiction that brought the time periods we were reading about to life. It was precious, joy-filled time.

It was also a lot of, well, time. Between homeschooling, writing, editing my own books and also every book that WhiteFire put out (one of my jobs at the time) as well as my freelance design work…it didn’t leave a lot of energy on the table. I was lucky, honestly, to read one book a month just for fun. One that I chose for myself.

So when I did? Well, I made a choice I definitely don’t regret. I read other Christian fiction. Historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense…those were my go-tos, though other genres certainly made their way into my list as well. 

Those other authors, though? The ones who’d been writing decades longer than me? The ones whose books I’d grown up reading? I was fascinated to learn that while they read plenty of Christian fiction, they also read plenty of mainstream fiction. Classics, sure, but also modern, trending fiction. 

I probably thought something brilliant at the time, like “Why??”

I needn’t even ask, really. Those wonderful writers explained themselves in the very conversation that surprised me. And their explanation has stuck with me all these years later.

There are several pieces to it. First, the Christian market trends tend to follow mainstream market trends but about 2 years behind. So if, say, Regency Romance is topping the charts in the general market now, that means it’s likely to hit its peak in the Christian market in two years. Which means that now is the time to pitch books in that genre to Christian houses, who also keep tabs on general market trends. This is Very Useful Information.

But it’s also far more than that. We have to be honest–generally speaking, general market books sell more than Christian market books. This is NOT a rule without exception, but if one were to take averages, it’s simple truth. There are more readers for that broader market than our niche one. Which means, in large part, that the mainstream market is representative of our country and world as a whole in a way that the smaller faith-based market is not.

Why is that important? Because it means that by reading the books that are selling the best and resonating the most with the world, we can know what the world is looking for.

Here’s the thing, though. Books without faith, without God…they can meet a lot of needs, but we as Christ-followers know they’re missing something, right? Yet we can look at those other books, those compelling, fascinating, well-written books that are selling millions of copies, and we can read them, love them, be disappointed by them, see where God is missing, and then let the Spirit work in our imaginations to say, “The world is looking for this…and if we give it to them with God, they’ll also receive something far greater.”

It’s been a few years, now, since I began venturing into the general market book world for some of my reading. I’ve read Colleen Hoover. I’ve read Sarah J. Maas and Rebecca Yarros, J. K. Rowling and Rick Riordan, James S. A. Corey and Andy Weir. I realized at the end of 2023, upon seeing a list of “the most borrowed books” from NYC’s biggest library systems, that I’d read about 75% of them, and that was…cool, honestly. To realize that I knew those books that had people buzzing. I knew why they were buzzing about them.

For the most part, I liked them. I honestly tend to like most things I read. It doesn’t mean I like everything within them. That I agree with their every stance. That I enjoy the bad language or spicy scenes. But I have been trained to look for the merits in everything I read, and that’s what I do. I look for why these books are popular.

And then I think, “But how much better would they be with God between the pages?”

Colleen Hoover did an amazing job, honestly, of showing how someone might slide unwittingly into an abusive relationship in It Ends with Us. But I found myself wondering, “What if she’d met a God-honoring man, one who knew how to show her love and respect and not try to get her into bed? What if these characters understood that?”

Rebecca Yarros is crafting an edge-of-your-seat, compelling world of dragon-riders, daredevils, and the fight of good versus evil in the Empyrean series (Fourth Wing, etc) that I absolutely tore through. But I found myself wondering, “What if these characters weren’t just playing lip-service to a god in a pantheon, what if they heard a call in their souls to a Creator who held those battling forces in His hand?”

Emily Henry is FANTASTIC at pulling us deep into a point-of-view and sprinkling amazing, bookish wit into the pages of her stories, and writing about complex, not-just-romance relationships. Yet how much more fulfilling would those relationships be, if the characters were recognizing their identities in Christ as they’re finding their places in the world and with each other?

I could go on and on. I read these books, and I see why they’re applauded, and I thoroughly enjoy them for what they are…and then ask, “What if God were in the midst?”

Why do we authors do this? Because we want to write stories for the aching hearts of our day. We want to pen novels that capture the imagination, that resonate with a generation, and which take those things and point to God.

Literature, movies, shows, music…these are some of the Church’s best indicators of what the world really thinks, believes, and yearns for. They’re windows into the souls of our time. They are billboards shouting, “This is what your neighbors want! What they believe! What they think!”

That’s powerful stuff, friends. Because my goal, the goal of most writers I know, is to find that resonance. To find those things that make people go, “Yes, this is what I wanted, what I needed!” in a way that points them to the Lord. But I can’t do that half so well if I don’t understand the people I’m writing for. If I don’t know what appeals to them.

I remember a couple decades ago hearing a very common complaint about Christian fiction: “It’s unrealistic. It’s all sweetness and happy endings and sermons, and my life looks NOTHING like that.”

Well, Christian fiction has come a long, long way. I am so proud of our industry now, of the work we do, of the amazing books we produce. And friends, it isn’t by living behind blinders. It isn’t by refusing to look into the shadows. It’s by walking boldly in the midst of our culture with a heart to see, with the Light in hand to cast into the shadows. And casting the light doesn’t always look like judgment. It quite often looks like love.

In the early days of the church, those who wanted to become leaders were expected to go to school–and I’m not talking seminary. They went to the Greek and Roman schools of their day, where they learned rhetoric and law and poetry and literature along with their heathen neighbors. Why? Because they needed to be able to speak to those neighbors. They needed to understand the way they thought, the plays they watched, the dialogues they read. They needed to be able to engage with them on that level and then offer more.

So if you get my newsletter and look at the “what I’m reading” section, you’re going to see a lot of general market books in there, along with a lot of Christian ones. I’ll usually say what I liked about them…and then make clear if they have things like language and spice. My theory is that grown-ups can decide for themselves what they want to read, and only YOU know what is best for you. Maybe, like me, you find it infinitely valuable to keep up-to-date with the bestselling books so that you can have conversations with people who are reading them. Maybe, on the other hand, you long ago decided to fill your mind only with God-honoring books. I respect both stances! I will obviously never tell anyone not to read Christian fiction. 😉

But in my quest to Read Dangerously, I’m also trying to read widely. I’m trying to read popularly. I’m trying to learn the general-market side of the genres I love best, so that I can deliver God-honoring fiction that meets those standards…and then surpasses them. I want to write books that are relevant to today’s world–and which always, always point to the World beyond.

Word of the Week – University

Word of the Week – University

Since last week we looked at college, this week it’s only fair that we examine the history of the word university.

While college dated from the late 1300s, university actually joined the English language almost a century earlier, right around the year 1300. And, get this, it meant the same thing it means today, “institution of higher learning.” I’m always a little bit amazed when things haven’t changed in meaning after all this time… But of course, there are still some interesting things to look at!

Namely, have you ever noticed how similar universe and university are? Yeah, that’s not a coincidence. University does indeed come from the Latin universus, meaning “whole, entire,” which was used both for the universe itself and also for all of society or, more narrowly, for a corporation or whole of a group.

So how did it come to be applied specifically to an institution of higher learning? Well, simple. It’s a shortening of a phrase. 😉 The actual phrase was universitas magistrorum et scholarium, meaning “community of masters and scholars.” Guess that was just too much of a mouthful. 😉

And English and French are far from the only languages that use this same idea! Spanish has universidad, German has universität, and Russian has universitet.

 

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Musical Thoughts

Musical Thoughts

What kind of music do you favor?

A couple weeks ago, during one of my Tea Party Book Clubs, one of my lovely reader friends asked if I listen to a contemporary Christian music group, and I admitted that I rarely listen to modern music at all. Oh, I know a lot of the praise and worship songs from various churches and conferences, but when it comes to turning on a radio or buying things, I always go to one of two places:

Classical
Big band

Why? In large part, it’s because I don’t like lyrics when I’m doing anything that requires thought, and often even when driving, I want to use the time for brainstorming. So lyrics distract me. I much prefer instrumental offerings, and the stations that offer such things more than others are inevitably classical stations.

When it’s time for fun, I just love the stylings of the Big Band era. They speak to my soul in a way that a lot of modern compositions don’t, and I love that swing-dance beat to them.

When you catch me singing a song, it’s likely either a hymn, something from a 90s-era Disney movie or a musical, or a song from the 20s-50s. These have been my tastes since high school, and they haven’t changed much over the (mumbling) years since. 😉

At the moment, I’m in the editorial stages of The Spy Keeper of Marseille, and so, music is on my mind. You see, my hero, Marcel Laurent, is a concert pianist. It’s been a while since I’ve written a musical character–I think the last one was Lukas De Wilde in A Song Unheard, who played the violin. And I had such fun with Marcel because, unlike Lukas, I actually play his instrument. I started taking piano lessons when I was seven, continued them until I graduated high school, and have played for fun and/or church services most of the years since. I am by no means a professional or a concert musician. But music is, and has pretty much always been, a big part of my life.

I was in middle school when I switched piano teachers, and my new one, Mrs. Peto, had me play some select pieces for her, which I brought from my, ahem, repertoire. I don’t honestly remember all that I played, but I think it was probably “Fur Elise” and something from Beauty and the Beast, knowing myself at the time, LOL. Mrs. Peto started me on gospel music and learning how to make up my own left hand accompaniment based on a melody line or hymnal, which has served me very well. I also played a lot of rewritten, expanded hymns full of glissandos and trills and huge, sweeping chords I had to stretch my hands every day for a year to be able to reach. (And by “reach,” I mean I could finally reach an octave, maybe an octave-plus-one. Never-ever-ever the octave-plus-three some of those arrangements by Dino called for. Sorry, dude, my hands are just NOT that big!)

It wasn’t until years later that my mom told me that Mrs. Peto had asked her what my musical goals were, saying that if I wanted to go pro, I should find a teacher who focused more on classical. Mom assured her I did not intend to go pro, so this focus was fine.

Which is absolutely, 100% true. I didn’t want to pursue a career in music, and I have found the focus of my musical education to be highly practical and practicable and useful over and over again.

That said…she thought I had a shot of going pro??? I did not know this! LOL And it made my day to hear about it decades after the fact. 😉

In the course of my day-to-day life at this point, music is often honestly not even there. I don’t listen while I’m at home most of the time, and quite often in the car I opt for silence too. And yet, I love music. I love finding the pieces that tell the story I want to hear…or to tell. In writing The Spy Keeper of Marseille, I had SO much fun choosing what songs Marcel would be playing at each point in the story. It meant lots of listening to talented pianists on YouTube–out of my ordinary, but absolutely DELIGHTFUL.

It also involved brushing up on my musical notations and terms, so Marcel could use those lovely Italian phrases to describe the world around him. My editors loved these little touches too. =)

And one of my biggest smiles, as I was reading my editorial notes, was when Kathy said she found herself looking up all the songs I mentioned and listening to them as she read. I love this. I love this SO MUCH.

So while I don’t do this often, this book will come with a playlist. 😉 All classcial, various composers, pieces that describe here and there in the story, and which become a love story themselves.

I don’t know what kind of music you usually favor. But I hope that, next summer when this book releases, you’re in the mood for a muscial story. And if not…then I hope the words provide the soundtrack for you on their own. 😉