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!