Welcome
back, Deborah. Tell us about your salvation experience.
The Palm Sunday I was eleven, I sat as
usual in the pew next to my mom and four siblings at Calvary Baptist
Church . In Sunday School
earlier, I had recited my memory verse correctly and put a portion of my
allowance in the offering basket, as usual. Pastor Moore finished his sermon
and invited the lost to come forward, as usual. I was eager for the service to
end so we could go home and have fried chicken, as usual. It was an all around
usual Sunday.
Until my big brother rose from the pew
next to me and went forward to stand next to Pastor Moore at the front. My eyes
nearly popped out of my head, and my heart raced while my brain made the
startling paradigm shift. I do not think I had been paying all that much
attention to the sermon that morning, but all the Sunday School lessons and
Bible verses I had heard finally sank in, and I suddenly realized that if my
big brother needed to get saved, then I did, too. After all, he had been right
there beside me doing all those same good things as usual his whole life, and
if they were not good enough to assure him a place in Heaven, then they were
not good enough for me either. Now I had a new and fresh understanding that it
was not what I did, but what Christ did that mattered.
I do not remember walking the aisle, but
there I was at the front, and Pastor Moore was asking us if we desired to
accept Jesus as our Savior. I was puzzled about the word “desired” but I got
the gist of what he was saying and shook my head a definite yes.
Thinking back, I wonder if Pastor Moore
thought my actions were a monkey-see, monkey-do sort of a thing. But that was
not the case at all. Because although I was not old enough to understand all
the words he was saying, I was old enough to understand the simple Gospel
message that I was a sinner and Jesus wanted to save me. I thank God for the
people in my life who planted the seed, modeled Christ, and did all the usual
good things.
I had a somewhat similar experience. We had
a revival when I was seven years old. My brother, who was eight years old, went
forward early in the revival. I told my mother and daddy that I wanted to, and
they thought it was just because my brother did. By the end of the week, we had
talked enough that they knew I was doing this for myself, so I went forward the
last night. Do you have a speaking ministry? If so, tell us about that.
I have had the honor of speaking at book
clubs, historical societies, and women’s church luncheons. The focus varies
according to the venue, but I enjoy each type of presentation. Who wouldn’t
love the opportunity of talking about one’s novel to book club members who have
read it and are eager to give their opinions? It still amazes me to hear people
discuss—and “get”—the characters and themes that I worked so hard to create.
And talking about the history behind my
books to other history buffs is always fun. On one occasion after I had waxed
eloquent about Lincoln at an Alton , Illinois ,
history museum gathering, I was embarrassed to find that a woman in the
audience was a published expert on the subject. She graciously assured me not
to be embarrassed at all, that she and the other society members enjoyed
hearing anyone talking enthusiastically about history. Then she told me that
the spot where I stood was just about where Abraham Lincoln would have stood to
deliver a speech he gave about local political issues back in 1840. I got
shivers.
And I really count it a privilege to be
asked to speak encouragement to other Christian women. I’ve discussed topics
such as seeing God’s sovereign working in each stage of my life, and how I
continue to learn little by little how to wait patiently on Him, and that our
finite limitations mean we cannot understand His thoughts and ways, but we can
trust Him to bless us.
This is the thread that runs through my books,
and when I write about it I’m speaking encouragement to myself, too.
What is
the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you and how did you handle it?
Oh, where to begin? There have been so
many and I cannot decide which was worst. When I was a teen a curse word
slipped out of my mouth at church just as the pastor walked past. Once I was
yammering on to my friend about the highlights I just got in my hair, ending
with a disparaging comment about fake looking monotone color jobs, just as I
realized that was exactly what her hair looked like. Recently on Facebook, I
ranted about some political topic, only realizing later that it had not been,
as I supposed, in a private chat after all, but quite public. And it has been
my solemn pledge never to get political on Facebook.
Do you see a trend here? I open my mouth,
and stupid, sinful stuff comes out. In my Time and Again trilogy and Rewinding Time
Series, Merrideth sits at her computer watching the lives of people unfolding
on her screen. If she wants to, she can observe everything they ever did and
listen in on everything they ever said. Furthermore, she is in their heads,
knowing at least some of their thoughts. Writing about this is a constant
reminder that one day I will stand before God, and my whole life will be
revealed for all to see—and not just those public gaffes but also the deeper
secret sins that only God knows. What a relief to know that Jesus died for all
that! When God looks at me, He sees His Son’s holiness instead of my
imperfection.
I’m
familiar with the feeling of wishing I had waited and considered the words
before I spoke them. People are always telling me that they’d like to write a
book someday. I’m sure they do to you, too. What would you tell someone who
came up to you and said that?
I get that from time to time. Once at a
book signing when a woman picked up my latest novel, I got excited, thinking that
a sale was imminent. Then she set it aside and explained to everyone there that
anyone can write a book nowadays, and that she was going to when she got around
to it. I had to work to keep my smile in place, but I did, and then I told her
that I hoped she did write that book one day. I have to admit my attitude
wasn’t exactly Christian, because I was hoping that the superior smirk she wore
would get wiped clean off her face when she got into the project and began to
realize the complexity of the whole “writing a book someday” endeavor.
Others, too, have sounded quite confident
in expressing that intention. But some people say it with a wistfulness that
touches my heart. I wonder if they feel the same way I do when I see a
beautiful scene in nature and have the urge to paint it, knowing sadly that I
don’t have the skill to do so. Or maybe they have plenty of skill but just lack
the courage to try. Several have told me story concepts that sounded really
good, but then expressed their concern about a weakness in grammar.
So whether they say it confidently or
wistfully, in all cases, I tell people that they should write their story. Get
it down on paper or the computer screen while they still can. Let the ideas
flow unrestricted without a single care about the mechanics. The story is the
main thing, the important thing. The grammar and punctuation can be fixed.
That’s what friends are for.
Who knows what my encouraging words might
do for one of these strangers passing through my life? My own courage to write
was born in eighth grade when my English teacher wrote these simple words at
the top of my short story: “Be sure to give me a copy of your first book.”
Tell us
about the featured book.
Only One Way Home is book 2 in my
Rewinding Time Series. Here’s what the back cover says about it.
From Professor Randall’s Notebook…
FIELD RESEARCH SITE: Golconda , Illinois .
GOAL: Trace client’s Frailey
ancestors—back to Scotland
if possible—and get home in time for dinner.
NOTE to SELF: Do NOT fall in love with
Matthias Frailey—even though he is was quite wonderful. Remember, idiot, he’s
been dead for over 175 years.
Professor Merrideth Randall’s latest
after-hours genealogy consulting gig takes her and friends Abby and John to the
small southern Illinois town of Golconda on the Ohio River .
She expects to have to research the old-fashioned way at the courthouse. But
thankfully, her client’s ancestor Matthias Frailey once hung out in Golconda ’s ancient Ferry
House Inn, and that means Beautiful Houses, Merrideth’s time-rewinding software,
will work after all.
It doesn’t take Merrideth and her friends
long to time-surf back to find out what they need to know about Matthias
Frailey and his family. But when they become eyewitnesses to the arrival of the
Cherokee on the Golconda Ferry on December 3, 1838, they cannot tear their eyes
away from the tragedy that unfolds—nor from Matthias Frailey’s heroic response
to it. The people are herded down Main
Street on their Trail of Tears, bound for the
Oklahoma Country, while the townsfolk only watch, or even cheer. But not
Matthias Frailey. He does what he can to help them, especially a very
spirited—and very pregnant—woman named White Dove who insists on walking so
others may ride in the wagons.
Spending so much time inside Matthias’
head, Merrideth has no doubt that he is the kind, selfless man he appears to
be. It’s impossible not to fall a little in love with him—despite the fact that
he is from another century. Meanwhile, in the here and now, handsome Golconda historian Aaron
Landis is doggedly pursuing her. And back home her McKendree College
colleague Brett Garrison keeps calling while he waits for her return. But are
they—or any man—worthy of her trust? Too bad there isn’t a way to time-surf in their
heads. Now that would be a dating tool she could really put to good use.
Please
give us the first page of the book.
Merrideth Randall ran a strand of blond
hair through her flatiron. She took the time to do it every morning, because
she figured if she had to have flat hair it might as well be shiny flat hair.
But it was a tiresome process, made worse by her inadequate bathroom. For one
thing, the mirrored medicine cabinet had been installed at a height suitable
for her apartment’s ten-foot ceilings—if the person trying to use it was also
of gigantic proportions—but since she was only five foot two inches, she had to
stand on tippy-toes if she wanted to see what she was doing. She reminded
herself that at least her calves got a good workout.
Besides, it was impossible to be annoyed
on such a glorious day. The window behind her claw-foot tub was filled with
golden sunlight, and if the weatherman hadn’t lied, temperatures would be more
typical of April than January. More importantly, it was the Friday morning of a
four-day weekend, her grading was caught up, and she would not have to be back
at McKendree College until her Tuesday afternoon
freshman history class. Furthermore, she would be spending the day antique-hunting,
one of her favorite pastimes, with her best friends Abby and John Roberts.
Rising on tiptoes once again, she
examined her hair. It actually looked pretty good, and so she added “good hair
day” to the weatherman’s propitious forecast. Setting the flatiron on the ledge
of the pedestal sink, she bent to get her little zippered cosmetic case from
the cardboard box on the floor. She took out her bottle of honey-beige
foundation and wedged the case behind the faucet. Although she’d lived there for
over five months, her grooming paraphernalia and towels were still in boxes.
Although the bathroom was large, it had little actual storage space. But today,
if all went well, she would bring home a small antique dresser in which to put
all her stuff.
Since her apartment was part of a
historic old house—one of the many that graced Lebanon , Illinois —something
antique was the only rational choice. She figured the price for a solid wood
dresser would probably be only a little more than the plastic (horrors!) shelving
units at Walmart. Something in cherry or mahogany would be nice, although pine
would be acceptable—and probably less expensive. She felt confident she would
find something that would work. Antique dealers from several states would be at
the Marion Cultural Center
for the annual two-day event called the Egyptian Caravan of Antiques.
She smoothed on a bit more foundation and
then put the bottle back in the case and took out her mascara. In the process,
her elbow bumped the flatiron. It skittered over the porcelain surface, but she
caught it right before it would have landed in the basin under the dripping
faucet. She was grateful to have good reflexes, because getting electrocuted
would have really put a damper on the nice day. Grinning at her thought, she
unplugged the flatiron and set it back down. The cord snagged on the cosmetic
case, sending it to the floor. The bottle of foundation shattered on the black
and white checkerboard tile, splattering honey-beige makeup to the four corners
of the room.
Drat! It was almost seven o’clock, and
like her, John was habitually prompt. She would have to hurry in order to get
downstairs before he and Abby arrived. She got paper towels from the kitchen
and wiped up the broken glass and the worst of the gloppy mess. The doorbell
rang. The floor was still smeary, but there was no time to mop it. John hated
to be late. The doorbell rang again.
“All right. All right. Hang on, would
you?” She washed the makeup from her hands and hurried to the living room where
she got her keys from the faux mantel of her faux fireplace and her coat and
oversized leather shoulder bag from her lumpy couch.
She opened the door, expecting to see
John. Instead, Brett Garrison stood there, hand raised in mid-air. Grinning, he
pretended to knock on her forehead. As usual, his smile made her stomach do
flips. As usual, she forced it to stop its gymnastics.
How can
readers find you on the Internet?
I hope readers will visit my website to
get more about the real people and events that inspired my books.
Thank you, Deborah, for sharing this new book with us. I can hardly wait for my copy to arrive, so I can dive into it. I know my readers will love it, too.
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19 comments:
Hey Lena, thank you for featuring Deborah today. Time travel is such a fascinating subject. I would love a print copy of ONLY ONE WAY HOME. Thanks for the chance.
Caryl in TEXAS
This book sounds Fascinating! I love learning about new authors :D
Sierra
Indiana
Sounds like a great read! I love finding new authors. Thanks for the chance to win!
Beth in Montana
It's great to be back, Lena. Thanks! Like, Sierra and Beth, I like to discover new authors. And as an author, I like to discover new readers! It's fun to chat online.
Great excerpt...leaves me wanting more.
California
lkish77123 at gmail dot com
I would enjoy reading a new author, it was nice reading about and meeting you..
Dee from NE
I LOVE these kinds of books!!
J.C. -Indiana-
Hi Deborah & Lena! The Time and Again series and this Rewinding Time series both sound fascinating! I can't wait to start reading your books!
Kristen in OK
kam110476 at gmail dot com
A wonderful interview thank you & I enjoyed the first page.
Mary P
QLD AUSTRALIA
Only One Way Home sounds like a book I would really enjoy. Thank you for the opportunity to win a copy.
I live in Indiana.
Smiles & Blessings,
Cindy W.
It's unusual to see a time travel book that is also inspirational. I am looking forward to reading it! Thanks for the interview and giveaway!
Loraine in TX
It's so cool to see the comments coming in from all across the country and even from Down Under.
Yes, Loraine, Christian time travel is unusual. I have always been intrigued by the concept and really enjoyed time travel books as a young person. But many years ago when I began to write Time and Again (which is free on Kindle, BTW) I realized I had a dilemma. As a Christian I couldn't have my characters actually go back in time and change the course of history. That truly is impossible. Our God is sovereign over our lives and time. No one could possibly change is plans. That's why I came up with the virtual time travel via computer concept. It actually allows me to emphasize God's sovereignty, not diminish it in any way. Merrideth and the others learn to see time more from God's perspective. Anyway, long explanation, but I hope you enjoy the books.
Time travel to a fascinating time and place. I'd love to read this. Sheila from OR
I've been really wanting to try this series!
Jasmine in Montana
Enter me in this awesome giveaway!!
Conway, SC.
I love the first page1 Sounds like a fun read!
Tennessee
Sounds like a great book! Shelia from Mississippi
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