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Six Steps to Victory {How to Outsmart the Prowling Lion, the Devil}

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I’ve been thinking about that old lion lately.

The one that prowls and scans the crowds, his insatiable hunger salivating, dripping as he looks for the perfect prey.

The perfectly easy-to-pick-off prey.

In these thousands of years, the lions in Africa have not changed their hunting habits. Nor have the big cats of India or North America. No evolution in their hunting style has been required – because picking off easy prey works for them.

Recently, one of my younger kids asked me about demonic possession – not a topic we discuss too much around here. “Mom?” she asked, “Do people get demon possessed anymore? It seemed to happen a lot when Jesus was here. Does it still happen?”

She didn’t realize that she was asking a question that could be the thesis of a dissertation, that whole books have been written on the subject. And, I tend to be a long-answer-mom. I’m the parent who launches a diatribe in response to simple questions. I’m learning that’s not the always the best course. I decided, in response to this query, to keep things simple, but honest.

I prayed a little prayer, asking for the best answer. This is what I gave her:

“The enemy, Satan, is like water. Water always seeks the path of least resistance. The easiest way down. Water can roll and thunder, move a mountain’s worth of dirt, but the big rocks, the solid, high boulders, it cannot move in a single rush.

Satan looks for the easiest route and he has limited resources. He has a certain number of demons – no more, no less. and they are limited in that they are not all-knowledgable or all powerful. And, population has grown tremendously over the past few thousand years. They are losing, not winning, the battles and the war. Whenever a team is losing, they have to re-strategize, look for easier, more efficient ways to try to win.

Satan will always look for the easiest win, the easiest take-down because he’s more aware than we are of his limitations, and of his real opponent: God.

Yes, there is still demon-possession, but when distraction, oppression, physical ailments and apathy (not caring) can get the job done, then why commit a few demons to one person? Satan will choose the easy course.

Our defense is to be rock-solid. To know and be known by God, to be in community with other rock-solid believers in Jesus Christ. To know that our strength to resist Satan’s God-given power is in seeking God’s strength every, single day.”

And I’ve been watching, friends, since that conversation with my daughter, who the enemy is taking down. It makes me angry. Like little David fighting Goliath, I know that it is God’s anger in me. When I pray for those I love, I get red-cheeked and mad about the enemy flooding his lies like putrid water over their precious souls.

Peter, Jesus’ friend, disciple and denier, knew firsthand the weakness of pride and self-sufficiency that results in utter failure (Matthew 26). On the night of Jesus’ betrayal and arrest, Peter asserts with all his ruffled feathers, “Everyone else may desert you, Lord, but not I – not ever!”

Oh, Peter.

Jesus knew. Jesus knew that Peter was going to be a mudslide, a disaster, a washed up heap of pride.

Thank God for Peter and his messed-up pride. Because in his failure and redemption, in his story and because of it he can say with authority (in 1 Peter 5:5-11) what losing a battle with Satan looks like and how to win the war with Christ.

“…Be submissive to those who are older. All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because, “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” Humble yourselves, therefor under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in die time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith…” 

Peter gives the battle plan for resisting the devil and all his used-up, not-at-all-fresh schemes. Satan is a poseur, an impostor well-practiced but not at all able to really change his strategy. Remember, the old saying, “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” We need not be taken off-guard by Satan. But, we do need to stay fiercely connected to Jesus Christ, our only strong defense against this enemy, this prowling beast who seeks to devour.

1. Submit to one another.

Honesty in community. This is the connective force that Christians have been given because of the sacrificial and redemptive work of Jesus Christ. He is our grace glue, the force that makes us a fibrous, resilient community. Stop faking it and be honest with the people God’s given you, be transparent. This is the only wise course. Christianity is not a solo act.

2. Submit to the authority of God.

After we practice submitting to one-another, submitting to God’s sovereignty should be easy. But, we are prideful people, always thinking that we know better than God.

There is tremendous freedom in admitting our need for God — and really, who doesn’t need an all-powerful creator, sustainer, savior and friend on their side? I know I do.

3. Allow God to fight your battles, knowing he cares about you.

This is where the enemy muddles us. He isolates us through old hurts, lies, little deceits that mislead us, and leave us alone, vulnerable, away from the community he’s given us.

Denying yourself God’s love, cutting yourself off from his true and continual flow of concern and care for you (often shown best through the aforementioned community) will leave you vulnerable to the enemy, vulnerable to the destructive nature of your own pride.

This is dangerous territory, this going it alone, this finding friends who tell us what we think we want to hear instead of allowing the practice of humility in community to strengthen and protect us.

4. Open your eyes!

Be alert! Your background, your activities, your job, your goals – none of these guarantees that you’ll stay the straight and narrow.

Look at Peter: disciple, member of the inner circle, even. Total failure. His pride and self-sufficiency blinded him and he ended up wasting opportunities to testify of his knowledge of Christ and seeing God’s ability to protect him. He watered the earth with bitter tears.

Pride, independence, self-sufficiency -these will nail you every. single. time. There is forgiveness, always. You can always turn to community and Christ. But the scripture makes it clear: learn your lesson! Get humble! It works. Humility brings healing, opens your eyes to see the spiritual truths in your here and now.

5. Don’t play the pride game.

We resist the enemy best when we are standing firm in the faith. How do we stand firm in the faith? Repeat #1-5.

6. Repeat #1-5! 

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Friend,

I am praying for you, my readers. I will pray for your protection from the enemy. Will you cooperate with God’s plan for victory? What areas of your life weaken you, isolate you, make you easy pickings for that old lion, that old silver tongued serpent? How can I pray for you so that you stay in community, stay in God’s care and win with Christ?

Alyssa

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3 Things I Learned About Life From A Writer’s Conference

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It is a sight to see, all those self-proclaimed introverts and book nerds chatting it up.

And for this introvert, there’s a bit of a homecoming whenever I step through the doors of the Inland Northwest Christian Writer’s Conference. Honestly, it’s one of the few places that I scan the crowd for people I know (I’m usually ducking to the restroom or the drinking fountain avoiding all contact with people from my past) and I can’t wait to embrace my fellow scribes, my ecclesia of writ and converse over the topics of life and writing.

1. Do What You Love

It is evident at a conference narrowed to a specific focus that people are most energized when they are working in a field that continues to impassion them and fan that ubiquitous fire within.

It’s that remarkable sparking that fuels passion into creativity.
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Every field of work has it’s problems, and writers face a wealth of them, internal and external. Continue reading

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Why Church? {A Glimpse Into Community}

Anyone who’s been around the Sunday School circuit a season or two has been taught about the amazing birth of the Church in Acts 2.

We read Peter’s compelling sermon — oh yes, that same Peter who was constantly inserting a dusty, sandaled foot into his big mouth, who denied Christ and was nowhere to be seen when his Teacher was condemned by the Jewish council and handed over to Rome to be crucified — this Peter preached! 

There were maybe a hundred or so followers of The Way of Jesus, Jews who had chosen, despite all odds to continue to believe in the enigmatic teacher who came out of Nazareth and claimed to be the Son of God. These, along with thousands of other pilgrims, flooded Jerusalem for the Feast of Pentecost, an ancient Jewish tradition. Peter preached, the remnant disciples prayed and the Holy Spirit arrived. Big Time.

And the Bible tells us that 3000 were added to their number that day. 

That tiny community of rag-tag Jesus Freaks became the size of a small town in just hours. Not only did they receive the power of the Holy Spirit, they received the transformative power of faith.

Faith is a gift of the Holy Spirit, given to those who choose to take the baby step of responding in belief to the message of Jesus Christ.

Those of us in this Christian community are perfectly aware of the skeptical reasons one shouldn’t believe in Jesus. We face these questions every day. Whenever we make moral choices, we base it on our belief in Jesus and then the secondary questions pipe in: Really? You’re going to deny yourself that because some ancient Jewish carpenter-turned-rabbi taught love, selflessness, humility, forgiveness, integrity, grace….etc., really? What does he know about the here and now and you? He’s dead. Can you really believe he’s alive? Why does he matter at all in this situation?

Yes, the stream of consciousness becomes a deluge of doubt, just because we are tempted to fudge on our insurance claim or  talk badly about our kid’s teacher. Belief alone isn’t enough. But when we believe…

God adds the faith, and keeps adding it, through the Holy Spirit. He takes our little bit of belief and boom! changes everything. 

See Ephesians 2:4-10

               But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. 

                And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 

               For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast. 

               For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

When someone’s little bit of belief is met by God’s gift of faith, everything changes. People will ask you: Why are you different (even a little weird)? What happened?

The answer: God moved in.

The Holy Spirit comes in like pure oxygen and nothing is ever the same again. That’s why we remain, abide, continue to believe. That’s why, when it’s real, people really are changed. Something really does happen. It’s just incredibly hard to explain.

But if you believe with your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus Christ is Lord…. {see Romans 10:10-13} you will be saved, from death, separation from God, hopelessness, even your own doubt.

Our belief is sustained by the gift of faith. If it were up to any of us, we’d give up. God knows this — that’s why he gives us faith.

We couldn’t be in this Christian community without the gift of faith given to us by the Holy Spirit. We couldn’t love God, love ourselves, love hard-to-love people without the gift of faith that grows and stretches us out into agape-lovers.

So in back in Jerusalem, the number of faith-filled, spirit-filled Jesus freaks grew so tremendously, so miraculously, that they became this vibrant community that shared and sang and ate and prayed together.

Here people who travelled from all over the middle east to worship in Jerusalem, who spoke different languages and dialects, many of whom knew nothing about Jesus Christ of Nazareth until the day Peter preached, here they all came together in this community of disparity and divine grace.

And it was so cool that none of them wanted to leave. They wanted to hear the stories the disciples shared, they soaked up prayer and praise like the dry desert soaks up rain, they feasted on agape.

This agape-love, this faith-life, this community was completely new, unlike anything anyone had known before.

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Weeks before, the resurrected Jesus had pressed Peter with the question:

   Jesus - Do you love me?

Peter – Yes, I like you.

          Jesus – Then feed my sheep.

Three times on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, with the mist swirling and fresh fish frying in the pan, the morning sounds of birds and the lapping of the water on the rocks he asked: Do you love me?

                                                                                                     Then feed my sheep.

The day came, this day of pentecost, when Peter would understand what his merciful friend and savior meant. This was it. Love large with faith flourishing in the Spirit and watch God work miracles in the hearts of mankind. 

The world was starving for love, for forgiveness, for grace, for purpose: for community.

                                                                                                          Feed my sheep.

Peter, like us, had no ability to do it in his own strength. His belief in Jesus had got him as far as Caiphus’ courtyard and no further. Peter needed saving faith, the gift of the spirit, before he could really participate in sheep-feeding.

And this same faith birthed the community that has become the Church. As flawed by humanity as it is, the Church is just right: filled up with humans, just the way God want it.

And there’s room for more.

Church (not religion)–a messy, swelling, riotous, loving, flawed, forgiving, faith-filled group of people–was God’s idea. Faith is how he created it. And God knew that at just the right time, it would explode on the face of this dying planet because within the soul of every person is a tiny, teeny grain of belief; a knowing that there is more, a yearning for completion and love and soul-wrapping community.

It began in Jerusalem, as reported in the book of the Acts of the Apostles, written by Luke, a doctor, a non-Jew, a second-generation Christian.

It continues in us today.

It is the community that I belong to: the community of Christ.

And honestly, it rocks.

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Telling Stories {And a Great Story I Didn’t Write}

Stories are best when shared.

That’s the generosity of the writer: to give the best, happiest, most tormenting, effective, persuasive version of a story. We lay our hearts on paper, keyboards and choose to bask in the glow of computer screens when sensible people are sleeping. And we do it for sake of the story.

Perpetuating the story is the passion behind the revisions and edits, drafts, posts and submissions.

We writers are a vulnerable, crazy breed. And we have big shoes to fill. Who can tell a tragedy like Shakespeare? Who can catapult a plot like Grisham? Who can begin to touch Tolkein or kill off characters like Christie? Who can place a mirror before society to reveal it’s faults with with grace and humor as Austen, Stevenson or C.S. Lewis?

But if we relied on the storytellers before us we’d be missing the point: we all have stories to tell and unique voices to share our personal perspectives. And, those of us who’ve entered into the story of redemption–that old, old story that changed the world and transforms lives lending sweet hope and salvation–we have the great privilege of propelling hope into the vast need that is the human heart and drawing individuals into the grand redemption narrative.

My family has a new and unexpected chapter to convey. The year 2011 brought events and challenges undreamt of, yet through the hardship and unimaginable fear, God’s grace carried us through. So, this year and the events and produce of it, will find its way into many of my stories, for it has done what every really good story does: it changed me. It made me look at life through a different lens.

Thankfully, we’ve had the opportunity to share our story to many people, and through the keys and voice of a different writer, my family’s story has reached another audience. Thank you Cindy Hval, for honoring our story, God’s story, and sharing it with your readers.

On Aug. 14, a fun-filled day at Loon Lake ended in near tragedy for the Santos family.

As Angelo Santos; his wife, Alyssa; and children Isabella, Zachary, Annalia, and Nikko, traveled south on U.S. Highway 395, a drunken driver blew through the stop sign at Crawford Road.

“I saw him coming,” Angelo Santos said, of the seconds before the crash. “I tried to veer right to avoid him.”

But the collision proved inescapable. Alyssa Santos thinks her husband’s 15 years as a UPS driver mitigated the damages. “I believe if anyone else had been behind the wheel, it would have been so much worse,” she said.

The accident was horrifying, but for the Santos family the real story is the unexpected outpouring of care and support they received from the community in the months that followed.

Within days a friend had set up a blog to post health updates, needs and prayer requests, and a benefit fund was created at Spokane Teacher’s Credit Union.

As the minivan came to a rest that day, an eerie silence fell. “It was very quiet – a silence that seemed to last forever,” Alyssa Santos said. And then she heard the children crying.

Shattered glass from the broken windows filled the van. Trapped against the steering wheel, Angelo Santos struggled to free himself. Alyssa Santos’ leg rested on the dash. “It looked really odd,” she recalled. “My foot was totally flat.”

Zach asked, “Mom, what should we do? How can we help you?”

Isabella had her cellphone in her hand, so Alyssa Santos told her to call 911 and also call her aunt who was still at Loon Lake. Then she asked Zach to pray – and he did.

“We asked for help and God brought it to us,” Alyssa Santos said.

Angelo Santos agreed. “The people who pulled over were amazingly selected by God. The first three people who stopped were all EMTs.”

In addition, a couple stopped and helped get the kids out of the van. “They prayed with them and reassured them, and picked the glass out of their hair,” Angelo said.

Alyssa Santos was the most seriously injured. While the rest of her family was loaded into ambulances, she was air-lifted to the hospital. “I passed out when they pulled me out of the car and woke up in the helicopter,” she said.

The force of the impact had shoved her stomach up into her lung cavity; her diaphragm was torn and her spleen ruptured. She also had multiple breaks in her left leg.

Angelo Santos suffered a broken right ankle and ligament damage. Thankfully, the children’s injuries were confined to bumps and bruises.

Alyssa Santos underwent immediate surgery to repair her diaphragm and spleen. When her condition stabilized, a surgeon pieced her shattered leg back together.

Angelo Santos had surgery on his ankle the same day. Later he was wheeled down the hall for his first glimpse of his wife since the accident.

“She whispered, ‘I almost died, huh?’ ” he recalled. “I said, ‘But you’re not dead and I think God has a plan for us.’ ”

While family and friends rallied to clean the house, buy groceries and care for the children, what most touched Alyssa and Angelo Santos was the kindness of strangers.

Folks brought meals, did yard work, finished a backyard fence and rearranged furniture to accommodate two people using walkers.

Before the accident, Alyssa Santos had been readying Zach’s room for a new paint job. Friends and family stepped in to finish it.

When word got out that Alyssa Santos would be coming home after an 11-day stay in the hospital, friend Eric Lyons designed a ramp leading from the garage to the house. Ziggy’s Building Materials donated supplies, and a small group of volunteers completed the ramp in just one day.

As the start of school loomed, people pitched in and took care of the back-to-school shopping.

Annalia and Nikko attend Lincoln Heights Elementary, and the school also reached out to the family. “The principal and counselor came to our house and offered to give the kids rides to activities – the staff brought us meals. They’ve been amazing,” Alyssa Santos said.

Friends held a car wash staffed by volunteers from UPS and employees of Applied Healthcare Associates. The fundraiser netted $1,575.

The support left the Santos family feeling stunned and grateful. Alyssa Santos said, “No one is really prepared for four to five months off work.”

With his doctor’s permission, Angelo Santos hopes to resume his UPS route this month.

Though Alyssa Santos has graduated from a walker to a cane, she faces intensive physical therapy, and possibly another surgery. “Every step hurts,” she admitted.

The family expressed amazement that though the accident happened in August, they are still inundated with support and care. Alyssa said, “A group of people offered to do Christmas for us. They asked for our Christmas list and went out shopping on Black Friday.”

They attend Life Center Church and said the church has been especially helpful. A man Angelo Santos knew from Bible study bakes cookies for the family every week. “It’s his gift to us,” Angelo Santos said.

“It’s a good gift!” Zach said.

Isabella laughed. “They are the best cookies I’ve ever had!”

The experience has profoundly affected the family. “We can’t really remember what life was like before,” Alyssa Santos said. “Our kids are changed. When you look at not having your mom, everything is a gift.”

“They look at the world differently. It’s brought us closer, but it’s also broadened our ideas of helping others,” Angelo Santos said.

One thing is certain: Each member of the Santos family believes in the power of prayer. “We prayed and God met us from the very first minutes of the accident,” Alyssa said. “It was an awful experience, but so much good came out of it.” Cindy Hval, The Spokesman Review, January 5, 2012

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Just “Say No” to Approval

manifesto: {n} a written statement declaring publicly the intentions, motives, or views of its issuer.

Manifesto comes from the Italian word meaning denunciation, which is most easily defined as to condemn.

Manifest Destiny is a phrase used to describe a future event accepted as inevitable.

A manifesto is produced in response to an unacceptable reality, due in large part to dysfunction, oppression or dissatisfaction. It may be politics, religion, or business. In Jeff Goins’ case, he created the Writer’s Manifesto in response to unacceptable, dysfunctional motives from which he  decided to declare himself independent.

The subtitle sheds light on the oppressor: Stop Writing to Be Read and Adored.

The even the most disaffected and detached artist-type yearns for approval. Writers are neurotic approval addicts. We need injections of praise like junkies. We are immature. Even if we are lucky enough to skirt the edge of genius, we can’t seem to stand alone on the real legs of our gift. We are like this guy:

Junkie Genius

When approval, be it praise, publication, payment, or what have you doesn’t fill the void we feel like this:

The Letdown

But Jeff Goins provides a key to freedom:

“Real writers do not need inspiration

or an audience to begin.

They know, without question,

that their greatest adversary and ally

is themselves.

And that they are not alone.” (pg. 22, The Writer’s Manifesto)

I have written alone my whole life. I love words, truth, wit, conversation, characters and subtext.

I love to play with words like toddlers play with food. The activity delights me.

But I write with a bit of guilt, too. What I enjoy doing seems purposeless and indulgent without an agent, editor, publisher or advance. So I, like many others, have written strands of breathtaking pose and promising plots and let them languish unseen, unread, unrevealed. To be safe, I set it aside along with these unanswered questions: What if I make a mistake in permanent ink? What if my dream is stupid?

“Be careful what you put down in black and white” ricochets against my brain with the same whine as “You’ll shoot your eye out!”  Ralphie here wrote his own sort of Manifesto and received not only a terrible grade but the broad stroke of rejection.

A Christmas Story illustrates the writer’s life. The obsession, the dream, the beautiful hope of realizing one’s dream. But he meets rejection at every turn, warnings from all authority figures. Yet he perseveres. He dreams, he connives, he begs.

When Christmas morning arrives and the Red Ryder BB Gun actually arrives, the inevitable occurs. The dogs tear through the house, the dinner is destroyed and Ralphie, indeed, shoots his eye out (kind of).

Ralphie wins in the end because this is a story after all. Ralphie is the writer’s poster child. The process was painful and seemed hopeless at times, but Ralphie was a regular kid with an extraordinary wish. He was scrappy. He was resourceful and resilient.

In my manifesto, I’ll include something like the following in denunciation of the lies that informed my thinking.

Lie: You are silly to pursue ________ {fill in the blank}. It doesn’t pay well and you aren’t that good.

Truth: We all possess the ability to participate in the creative process. Beyond the ability, we are intended to be creative, to solve problems, to organize and administrate (yes, I believe these are creative endeavors), to sing, make music, dance, cook real food! We are meant to ally with our gifts and callings.

Lie: I can’t trust others with my creative produce.

Truth: We are intended for relationship and community and we can trust others and become vulnerable to compliments and instruction. My writing allies resuscitated my dream and infused my mind with creative energy. They changed my life. I am not alone. To become my ally I must link arms with the circle of writers God’s given me. He gave them to me for a reason: he believes in my writing. He knows the power of the written word, the energy of creativity, the healing of story.

I know that I’m my greatest adversary, but I disagree with Jeff on this: I am not my greatest ally. I have allies who’ve supported and believed in me when my doubt shadowed my vision. I’m grateful for allies, writers and readers alike who’ve accepted me and my words, in the rough, unedited version.

Lie: I’m not perfect, my work isn’t perfect either, so I should just keep it to myself.

Truth: We are all in process, unfinished works bursting with raw, robust, interesting elements.

A Writer’s Manifesto is an interesting concept. Whatever our occupations or fascinations what do we need to denounce in our spirits and minds in order to find the freedom to actively engage? What manifesto do we proclaim?

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