April 7, 2018 (from two to four PM) is the date and time of my first ever book signing. The location is Lemuria Books in Jackson, MS. If you are in the area, I hope you can join me. I am looking forward to meeting lots of folks for the very first time.
I am incredibly excited about the release of “Still Wrestling! It has been an unbelievable journey and a labor of love. The official release date is still April 10–although books may ship a few days before that.
I am thoroughly grateful to those who have read this blog from the very beginning. I still plan to write here at what used to be called Desperately Wanting to Believe Again, at Wineskins, and the Clarion Ledger.
I also have a chapter in a book called Surrendering to Hope: Guidance for the Broken coming out in May. This was a project with authors
Not the least, I am working on a second book effort of my own. If anything, I am almost more excited about this one than anything I have done. But, it is a work in progress and who knows where it will end up.
In the meantime, newspapers are increasingly looking for a greater online presence–this link is to my latest offering at the Clarion-Ledger. I hope you will check it out, show some love and maybe even share it. The more clicks, the better!
Thanks again for being my friends and supporters!
I love you all!
Les Ferguson, Jr.
Madison/ Ridgeland, MS.
Here’s my latest book news…
So the full title/ subtitle is Still Wrestling: Faith Renewed through Brokenness.
I am told that work is under way on cover art. How cool is that?
I am excited. Life is absolutely crazy, but it’s a cool ride anyhow!
The link here is to my latest offering at The Clarion-Ledger.
May you be blessed!
I had a funny (as in Ha-Ha) conversation with my editor at Leafwood Publishers today that went like this: “Any news on a title? That would help me a lot—it gives me something to tell people. It is too weird telling folks ‘I have a book coming out next spring. No, I don’t know the name of it yet.’”
In perfect timing, she emailed me back with an answer this afternoon. Pardon the pun, but while we are still wrestling with the subtitle, I am fairly confident that the main title will be: “Still Wrestling!”
As far as I know, everything is percolating right along for a late spring/ early summer 2018 release.
I can hardly wait! This is worse than waiting for Christmas morning! Meanwhile, I continue to write for The Clarion-Ledger on a monthly basis. I am also at work on a second full book of my own. If I had to guess, I’d say it will serve quite well as a sequel to my first.
If you are in the area, we would love for you to come visit at the Lake Harbor Church of Christ where I minister and preach.
What follows is the modified first of a four-part series of bulletin articles I wrote earlier this year. I hope each will be of benefit…
You have four choices to choose from in answering this question:
Where was I?
- A Star Wars/ Star Trek/ Battle Star Galactica Convention
- An intergalactic Zoo
- The Los Angeles International Airport (LAX)
- A point in time where transhumanism was in full evidence.
In the vein of a popular syndicated morning radio show, take C.
I had never in my life seen anything like it.
Anybody with eyes in their heads could have seen this country bumpkin come to town. What a rube I was! Did I mention I had never in my life seen anything like it? In every direction I turned, I saw a new sight stranger than the one before. I didn’t want to be rude, but I wanted to ask a lot of questions.
Or not. I was genuinely afraid of the answers.
So there I was, with my mouth, wide open and my faced scrunched up in a semi-permanent, “Wow, are these people real?”
Why yes, yes, they were.
Jim Morrison didn’t know the half of it. People are strange. Apparently, the Los Angeles airport is where strange comes to town.
Or a magnet. That’s a distinct possibility. I did see lots of metal stuck in the weirdest places.
Netflix’s production company missed out on a money saving/ money making opportunity. Instead of all the effort involved in the filming and special effects in Stranger Things, they could have set up a camera in the Los Angeles airport.
People are strange. There is no doubt about it.
Take my friend Mickey for instance. On second thought, my contract only allows me to tease Mickey while I’m preaching.
Take me for example. Or you, if you’re feeling a little bit charitable.
I love ketchup on my eggs and grits.
I have a child who eats ranch dressing on everything.
Those aren’t half the examples of strange things in my family. Need some more?
I have a brother who likes the University of Alabama. I don’t know how much weirder that can get.
And my own wife, yes even her, likes to work around the house on Saturdays. Work? Yes, work. She grew up in a strange family apparently.
But then there is you. Can you spell weird? The music you listen to, the shows you like, the things you expect–and from your preacher too.
Weird, strange, and sometimes hysterical. Yes, we are.
Because of our idiosyncrasies, most of us are in a constant need of mercy and grace. Unfortunately, instead of being deep reservoirs from which we share the same, we tend to be fixers. We try to fix everybody in every way that doesn’t line up with our own likes, understandings, and beliefs. And maybe some fixing is needed.
But whether it is mercy, grace or fixing you offer, it ought to all stem from one specific understanding.
Genesis 1: 26-27, Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness. They will rule the fish of the sea, the birds of the sky, the livestock, all the earth, and the creatures that crawl on the earth.” So God created man in His own image; He created him in the image of God; He created them male and female.
Image-bearer! Every human being bears the image of God. Even those of us who are strange.
Think about that the next time you want to be critical, overbearing, mean or ugly.
I am an image-bearer. So are you!
Les Ferguson, Jr.
Madison/ Ridgeland, MS
Not to us, LORD, not to us, but to your name give glory
because of your faithful love, because of your truth. (Psalm 115:1 CSB
Sometimes life goes in directions we have planned and provided for; other times it takes us places no one could have ever imagined.
One day we laugh; the next we cry.
One day we are surrounded by those we love; the next is lonely.
One day we are on top of the world; the next we are in a deep dark valley.
One day we are the champion of all we survey; the next we lose.
Sometimes it isn’t just a matter of a day or even a week. Often it is comprised of seasons–seasons of triumph, defeat, challenge, and grief.
From one season to the next, we ride the waves of opportunity; we struggle through the stormy seas. It is an amazing thing to live, especially live well among the good and bad this life has to offer.
Over the last four years, I have written about my struggles with grief, doubt, and faith. I have shared my desperation. I have written from a place of pain. I have shouted from a place of joy.
There will be more days of struggle in the future. That is the nature of life.
There will be more days of joy. That too is the nature of life.
The fact is, even in our pain, joy is possible if we look for it.
My life and the life of my family will forever be marked/ scarred by the events of October 10, 2011. However, that day will not define who we are, where we go, or what we do.
To the contrary, we choose hope.
We choose peace.
We choose joy.
We choose the God who gives them.
We choose life!
Somedays it will be easy; other days it won’t, but I choose life!
Speaking of life, I’d like to share something joyous from mine…
Last Tuesday (April 18th), I signed a very important document. I have been waiting and hoping for a long time to say these exact words: I am under contract with Leafwood Publishers!
What does that mean? My book is happening!
There is still work to do. There will be an editing and reshaping process. The name may even change. But, I expect to have copies in my hand late spring/ early summer of 2018.
Over the past several years, so many–God, Becki, family, friends, and church family– have walked with me through dark days and hard seasons. I am thankful for your encouragement and support.
We may yet face dimly lit days ahead, but the Son still shines!
Choose life ( you’ll be glad you did)! Never quit dreaming!
These have been my mantras of late:
- Fight through the pain.
- Soreness is weakness leaving your body.
- It doesn’t matter where you start; It’s where you finish that counts.
- I may be slow, but I’m faster than everyone still sitting on the couch.
And my favorite motivational phrase (thanks to Becki who found the t-shirt) is Suck it up Buttercup!
Over the last twelve weeks I have been on a journey of pain, soreness, competition, and learning about myself.
As a result, I am healthier, fitter and more fully engaged in a long-term transformation procedure. (Not where I want to be yet, but getting there…)
They call it Fitness Bootcamp.
I call it a desire to live better.
(Huge shoutout to Paul Lacoste, Clark Bruce & team at Paul Lacoste Sports–these are the guys to work with, hands down!)
I am not the first to do such a thing.
I will not be the last.
Actually, I am already signed up for another go!
(Good gracious, who was the chucklehead who invented burpees?)
This weight loss, get-in-shape, be healthier process is a lot like life. Christianity itself calls for perseverance and running the race with determination and endurance.
1 Corinthians 9:24, Don’t you know that the runners in a stadium all race, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way to win the prize.
And so we run and train spiritually all the while knowing:
- There will be detours.
- There will be roadblocks.
- There will be difficult competition.
- There will be temptations to take shortcuts.
- There will be pain.
- There will be soreness.
- And there will be days when you will desperately need the attitude and demeanor that says Suck it up Buttercup.
But no matter how hard life gets…
No matter how difficult this world can be…
No matter what tribulations come, we serve a God who tells us quite clearly that He has this!
Romans 8:35-39, Who can separate us from the love of Christ? Can affliction or anguish or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: Because of You we are being put to death all day long; we are counted as sheep to be slaughtered. No, in all these things we are more than victorious through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that not even death or life, angels or rulers, things present or things to come, hostile powers, height or depth, or any other created thing will have the power to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord!
So do me a favor. If you see me struggling—if you catch me wallowing—then not so gently please remind me, Suck it up buttercup!
Blessings to you and yours,
Les Ferguson, Jr.
Madison/ Ridgeland, MS
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
Life leads us to lots of questions.
And often questions of the kind of Humpty Dumpty might have asked.
I have no idea what precipitated Mr. Dumpty’s unfortunate plunge from the wall where he sat.
Maybe he had inner ear problems and it eventually destroyed his equilibrium.
Maybe he was pushed by circumstances outside of his control.
Maybe he jumped.
Isn’t that a kicker?
Of course this is a children’s nursery rhyme.
And when you write nursery rhymes for a living, there is no contractual obligation to end the story with the plot all tidied up and all the possible questions and scenarios believably answered and or resolved.
But in the vein of another great literary tale, who shot JR?
I am sure there is answer and we can all Google it later…
But back to Humpty Dumpty’s great fall…
How did it happen?
Why did it happen?
Who knows? (Since it’s my blog, I also am not contractually obligated to offer any speculation made to look like a definitive answer. Yes, I know. I am just lucky that way.)
But before the great fall that splattered his world, I imagine he asked the same sort of questions common to all men… even those who look like an egg drawn by a bad cartoonist.
And like Humpty, we sometimes wonder…
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
What really matters?
And does anybody care whether I like green eggs and ham?
I am guilty of mixing more than my metaphors at this point.
Again, back to the point at hand…
Eventually we all run headfirst into the God questions…
Who is God?
Is He really here?
Does He care about me?
Does He really care about what I am going through?
Where is He when I need Him most?
You may not recognize them quite yet, but those are delivery room questions born of pain—be it physical, spiritual, emotional, or even philosophical.
Eventually, as most of us will experience in some fashion or another, there will come a day when everything shatters, when the world falls apart, and life makes absolutely no sense.
Sort of like Sir Dumpty’s great fall as immortalized by nursery rhyme…
Except ours are real and the consequences severe—often accompanied by an agony that expands like a nuclear mushroom cloud and consumes everything in its path.
And as Old Humpty Dumpty experienced, when all the king’s horses and all the king’s men have completely failed to put us back together again?
And when the whole montage of questions and doubt turns theological…
Where was God?
Why didn’t He fix this or stop it?
And who is this Jesus anyway?
Now that’s the real question.
Who is Jesus?
Ultimately, He’s the author of the epic story we were created to live.
He’s the one who makes possible our redemption, restoration, and reconciliation.
He’s the one who will one day wipe away all our tears.
He is the one who puts us back together again.
He’s the one that brings meaning to our story.
He’s the one who loves us the most in spite of ourselves.
So who is this Jesus?
And what does it all mean?
Scripture gives many names and concepts to describe Him.
He’s the Lord of Lords.
He’s the King of Kings.
He’s the Alpha and Omega.
He’s the Lamb that was slain.
He’s the Lion of the Tribe of Judah.
And while I am fascinated by this Lion of the Tribe of Judah description, there is quite another designation that resonates with my greatest need.
My little brother, Billy, recently reminded me of this and I am so glad he did.
Who is Jesus? He’s a friend of sinners (Matthew 11:19) just like me.
And for those of us whose life experiences and consequences make Humpty Dumpty’s great fall look like a cake walk?
Here’s hope: There is no fall so big, so bad, so dramatic that Jesus cannot redeem, restore, and reconcile…
But He was pierced because of our transgressions, crushed because of our iniquities; punishment for our peace was on Him, and we are healed by His wounds. (Isaiah 53:5 HCSB)
Humpty Dumpty lives!
He may not be quite as egg shaped as he once was. But if anyone could put him back together again, it’s Jesus!
Thank you for reading.
And stayed tuned for some future changes at Desperately Seeking To Believe Again!
Les Ferguson, Jr.
Madison/ Ridgeland, MS
In another world, in a different time, David Bowie sang that it was time to turn and face the strange changes…
In the same song, he also said he didn’t want to be a richer man, instead, he was just gonna have to be a different man.
While I wouldn’t sneeze at the opportunity to be a little more financially independent, being rich materialistically is not one of my life-shaping goals.
I’m just gonna have to be a different man.
How many times can a guy say indeed in one blog post?
Apparently, at least five times…
So once again, indeed.
I am just gonna have to be a different man and I am.
Strange changes abound. Strange changes indeed.
I suspect as long as I am alive, there will occasionally be moments of anger and pain, heartache and rage–yes, joy comes in the morning, but there are plenty more nights of questions and grief to come.
And I am ok with that.
Indeed (somebody stop me…).
There’s one of those strange changes… I have learned to not be afraid of it–grief serves its purpose and while tears can be bitter, they can also be cleansing…
I am thankful for many of the changes in my life.
I am thankful for lessons learned.
My reality has changed.
I am enjoying life.
To quote the Foo Fighters, who will have their own post fairly soon (as in almost done), I am learning to walk again…
I am wrestling with a new name for my blog. Desperately Wanting to Believe Again has served it’s purpose. I never quit believing. I do believe. I still struggle with trust at times, but I trust God even if I don’t always understand.
I am done with bitterness. I may be bitter at times or for a moment, but I never want to embrace bitterness again.
I may still have hurt. Pain will raise itself once in awhile, but I never want to be that guy again whose hurt turns him into a pariah.
It’s time to move forward.
It’s time time live again.
And I am.
Ok. So I am blathering on like the crazy strange man I am.
Four more things:
1. I am going to recommit to writing here more often–giving it the good old college try (whatever that means).
2. I am going to make significant progress on my book (call the first two New Year resolutions if you want).
3. If you have an idea for a new blog name reflecting my new reality, please share it ASAP.
4. Here’s a sermon from the first Sunday of 2015 (last week)–it ends with what I call a story of redemption, restoration, and reconciliation…
God bless and Happy New Year!
Les Ferguson, Jr.
and oh yeah, one more piece of happiness…
My beautiful wife and our new house in Madison, Mississippi! (This picture was from yesterday–after we closed on the house!)
In the life is stranger than fiction category, my resurrection saga continues.
In the category of never saying never, well, I made that mistake too.
In the category of a seemingly never-ending job search, well, that’s a wrap!
Hallelujah! I have a job. And not just a job, a ministry! I have been given the opportunity to serve with and minister to and for the wonderful folks at the Lake Harbour Drive Church of Christ in Ridgeland, MS.
I am beyond excited. I cannot wait to begin working with this group of elders, deacons, and saints.
Will there be problems and difficulties? Absolutely!
Will I have to stretch and grow? Without a doubt, yes!
Will there be growing pains? Of course.
But I am still overwhelmed by the knowledge: God is not through with me yet!
If God is not through with me, then rest assured, God is not through with you either! Life can be hard, unyielding, and relentless. It can feel for all the world like unending roller coaster of pain and suffering.
I get that. Been there; done that. Got the T-Shirt. And still I wrestle and struggle… In some ways, I always will until this life ends and my eternity begins.
But God is still God.
His Throne is secure.
So hold on.
God is not through with us yet.
And if you are in the area, come see us. I start my new job (did I mention I have a fantastic new job?) on April 28th.
I’ll post a real blog post soon.
Les Ferguson, Jr.