Tuesday, November 19, 2013
What's Up With This Blog?
One of our main blog writers, Pam, has moved away (we miss you, Pam!), so 1st Writes blog has suffered. I haven't been writing much, so I haven't had anything to post.
I am, however, leading a teen writing group, called 1st Writes - Teen Edition. We meet weekly and write on writing prompts, usually for about seven minutes and then we share with each other. The teens have been begging me to "publish" their stories. Perhaps, this blog is the place to do it.
I'm going to think and pray on it. Perhaps, new life will soon some to 1st Writes blog.
Blessings to you, friends.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Tips for Christian Bloggers
Are you a Christian Blogger? Whether new to blogging or a seasoned veteran, these tips from Christian blogging sites are good reminders. Enjoy!
Theology and Medicine: Tips: Notes in Relevant Christian Blogging
iwanttobelieveinGod: Christian Blogging Tips
Godly Writers: 3 Mind-Blowing Tips On How to Get Traffic to Your Blog
The Blog Critic: 17 Tips for Christian Blogs and Bloggers
Rock4Jesus: 7 Tips to Increase Your Christian Blog Performance
Theology and Medicine: Tips: Notes in Relevant Christian Blogging
iwanttobelieveinGod: Christian Blogging Tips
Godly Writers: 3 Mind-Blowing Tips On How to Get Traffic to Your Blog
The Blog Critic: 17 Tips for Christian Blogs and Bloggers
Rock4Jesus: 7 Tips to Increase Your Christian Blog Performance
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Home
Home
by Patti Clugston
40
years it was home.
How
many people lived there over the years?
How
many friends slept over, or crashed on the couch?
How
many foster kids called this house a home, even if only for a while?
Who
sat on the front porch swing, who swam in the pool,
who
called 5665 a million times?
From
gray shingles, to white siding, a sidewalk & a Pepsi machine.
Mike
& Carolyn's house. Welshes.
Dee's
house, Patti's house..
across
the street from Erma, next door to Shirley & Rodney.
By
the sewing factory.
Cars
speeding by too fast, Agape strangers driving past every summer.
Doors
are never locked, there never were any keys.
Come
on in..who ever even knocked?
Nobody.
Always somebody there.
A
pot of coffee on the counter, cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
There
was always time to have a quick chat, or most likely a deep, spiritual
discussion about God & the Bible.
Bobby
would drop the F bomb, Dad would say “Not in front of my girls”. Bobby never
had daughters.
Although,
he might have thought of us that way.
Barb
Rutter stops in to sell Avon.
She
always wears too much make-up & perfume.
Mostly,
she & Mom just gossip, drink coffee & smoke cigarettes.
I
loved the lip glosses shaped like a cookie, or a hamburger.
She
would buy Dad the cologne in glass bottle that looked like a car, or mailbox.
They collected dust on his dresser.
Many
people have visited that home.
It
wasn't because of the fancy furnishings,
meticulous
housekeeping, or the big home cooked meals.
There
was none of that.
It
was because friends & family knew it was a safe place to come to, 24/7.
You
would never hear Mom & Dad fighting.
You
would never see Dad falling down drunk.
Someone
was always there to put another pot of coffee on.
Sit
around the kitchen table & make connections
that
would last a lifetime & then some.
What
a blessing to have grown up in this home!
I
always felt sorry for those that didn't have parents that never fought.
When
we went to sleep at night, we felt protected & safe.
What
a secure place it was, with no locked doors.
Even
when money is exchanged & the deed is transferred to another name,
it
will still be the house we were raised in.
Mom
& Dad made it a home.
They
are in our hearts always.
So,
is home really a piece of property that will be bought & sold?
I
say, no.
Goodbye
old house.
I
have home in my heart.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Blog Book Tour
To kick off my blog tour for A to Z Devotions for Writers, I wanted to start right here at 1st Writes. So many in this group helped me with the developmental, copy, and final editing of the book that it is only natural for me to want to begin here with a sample of what you will discover within the beautiful covers of A to Z Devotions for Writers. (available from Amazon)
K is for Kindred: Writing Buddies
“People learn from one another just as
iron sharpens iron.” –Proverbs 27:17
Read: Romans 15:14
With whom do you share kinship--that
special connection stemming from like-minded beliefs and interests? My kindred
spirits, (as Anne of Green Gables would call them), not only write, but share
my Christian faith.
I found Christian kinship in my
www.Ed2Go.com creative writing courses. Many fellow believers gravitate there,
striving to become better scribes for Jesus. In “Write Your Life Story”,
classmates shared personal needs and prayer requests. Encouragement flowed from
one writer to another. In this nurturing environment, everyone’s writing
blossomed and flourished.
I enjoyed a similar experience during a
recent blogging challenge. Kindred spirits humbly admitted their
vulnerabilities, boldly proclaimed the Good News about Jesus, and excitedly
shared how they saw God working. Through comments, we cheered each other on and
ended up developing lasting friendships.
Without a doubt, Christian writers’
groups have provided the best place for me to gather with kindred spirits. I love
the motivation to write, the encouragement to hone my craft, and the helpful
critiques that I have received there. Local writers’ groups afford the
opportunity to meet face-to-face, forge friendships, and arrange to gather
outside of the group meetings.
God’s Word sheds light on why it is so
important to gather with Christian writers:
- It is a
place where we can receive correction for our work. (Proverbs 28:23)
- Two working
together is more efficient than one. (Ecclesiastes 4:9)
- Jesus is
present. (Matthew 18:20)
- We can
encourage and help one another. (1 Thessalonians 5:11)
- We can
share the fellowship of faith. (Hebrews 10:24-25)
Prayer: Thank you, Lord, for those who
share my passion for writing and my love for you. Help me to encourage and
challenge my fellow writers as we travel this path together. Amen.
Writing Application: If you are not yet involved with a Christian writers’
group, write 100 words about why you need to find one. Then search the
Internet, call local libraries, and scan the community events page of your
newspaper for opportunities to gather with Christian writers.
1st Writes would love to read your comments about the positive influence a writer's group has had on your writing life!
Monday, August 26, 2013
Burn With Us - A Poem
One of our teen writers shares a Christian poem. I asked him to open with a little history.
The Christians of ancient Rome were, for the most part, allowed to practice their faith openly until the Emperor Nero came to power in the year 54 AD. He blamed the Christians for starting the fire that burned down most of Rome in 64 AD. He then drove the non-Christians of Rome to hate the followers of Jesus. Nero began to persecute the Christians by feeding them to lions and burning them alive. He was soon to be called "The Beast" by all who knew of his crimes towards the Christians. He then turned to crucifying Christians in mass, lining them along the many roads of Rome to show all who passed the evilness of the followers of Jesus. This is a poem of those Christians who confessed their faith openly and didn't hide it; that tried to gather other followers to stand against Nero. The children of God stand strong in their faith and show no fear towards evil. They may have relied on Scripture like Psalm 23:4 to sustain them.
Adolebit Nobiscum (Burn With Us)
By Cohen Wildeson
Can you hear us?
Our screams echo across valleys
as the beast tears us apart.
Our children cry out as they share
our pain
we can do nothing to save them.
But our voices are strong.
We give off light and shine across
the seven hills.
Though our bodies die, our memory
lives on.
Burn with us.
Can you see us?
Oh, one called faithful,
do you see the trees in rows along
the paved roads?
Our bodies cling to them
as the radiant sun beats down on our
faces
Those loyal to the beast do not look
up.
We are invisible to them.
But you, child, can see us clearly.
Burn with us.
Can you feel us?
Our faith stands strong in his light.
We show no fear
We stand our ground
But you, why do you hide?
Are you not like us?
Do you not follow the Carpenter, the
Beloved,
the Counselor, the creator?
Then come now,
burn with us.
Can you love us?
Follow us to the trial
We do not hold in our love
It is shown to all of our people
and the beast alike.
Though some may question us,
our faith stands strong.
Burn with us.
Burn for him.
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