The Sport of Reading

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I love books! Some people love football. Others love chocolate. Some people are hooked on Netflix; others can’t get enough pizza. I love books!! Clarification: I don’t literally love books. I literally love Jesus and my family, but I really, really enjoy reading books.

As an English major in college and an English teacher all of my adult life, reading has been my métier. I have always had a fondness for words and great stories.

I was a slow reader in the beginning, but the Bobbsey twins and Nancy Drew worked their magic on me as child. When my aunt came to live with us during my adolescent years, I witnessed her excitement as her “Book of the Month Club” book arrived in the mail. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I was hooked.

Over the years I wanted to emulate other family members as they made reading a priority. My father read and studied his Bible daily, and he was a great fan of Dale Carnegie. My mother found time to enjoy the Reader’s Digest condensed books, and my sister devoured all the classics.

I also had some wonderful English teachers who shared their passion for the written word. I am grateful for family and teachers who showed me how to love books.

I treasure my collections.

My books would probably not impress Netflix star Marie Kondo, who recommends that people “tidy up” by de-cluttering their book collections. I cannot take her advice. My collections are my treasures.

I once heard James Patterson say that anyone who doesn’t enjoy reading has simply not yet found the right book. If you’re still searching for the right book, visit a local bookstore that is hosting an author event. Hearing an author read from his own work will certainly spark your interest. Parnassus Books in Nashville hosts some awesome authors.

Find an author you love, and give yourself permission to read. Go to and browse through the “Read Alikes Book Lists.” Give up your gaming for a fortnight, and spend that time reading.

Here are five of my 2018 “goodreads.” Check out their reviews, and read at least one. Trust me. They’re worth the read.

Becoming Mrs. Lewis by Patti Callahan

Beneath a Scarlet Sky by Mark Sullivan

The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah

Long Way Gone by Charles Martin

Rush by Lisa Patton

While you’re setting aside more time to read this year, don’t forget to spend a little time each day with the greatest book ever written.

I think some kind of major sporting event is being televised tonight, and most of the country will be watching. I’ll be reading.

“I’m going to go to my room and read for awhile, okay? I’m fine. I really am fine: I just want to go read for a while.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books.”
Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Romans 15:4

The Greatest Adventure


“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat:  it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort” (The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien).

Bilbo Baggins loved the comfort of his home. He was content to kick back, go barefoot, eat six meals a day, and NOT have any adventures. However, Bilbo experienced a golden opportunity when he decided to step out of his comfort zone.

Thirteen dwarves and a wizard named Gandalf invited Bilbo to tag along with them on their adventure. Although Bilbo was reluctant to accept this challenge, he found himself caught up in the moment, and he couldn’t turn back.

By mustering up some faith and courage he didn’t know he had, Bilbo experienced the “greatest adventure.” His life was transformed.

In Romans 12:2 Paul gives us the same kind of advice Gandalf gave Bilbo:   “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”

The same kind of opportunity awaits us all as we stand on the threshold of 2019. If we are willing to take a look outside our own dens of comfort, we can find goals to reach, children to teach, pews to fill, wounds to heal, stories to write, and metaphorical dragons to fight.

We will never be the same if we allow the Holy Spirit to transform our lives. We can soar with the eagles, we can run through dark and scary caves and not grow weary, we can walk through murky forests and climb misty mountains and not grow faint. (See Isaiah 40:31.)

At the beginning of the hobbit’s story, Bilbo felt ill-equipped to take on an adventure. We may feel the same; we may think ourselves too young or too old, too timid or too bold. We can find numerous excuses if we look for them.

We must, however, put our trust in God and allow Him to lead us out of our comfortable hobbit holes. If we invite Him to be our guide, He will walk beside us the entire way.

In Jeremiah 29:11 God says, “For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

“God created you [and me] to do amazing things” (Ephesians 2:10). I challenge you and myself to begin this new year by accepting the call to adventure.

Get off the couch. Volunteer. Find a new hobby. Write your story. Commit to going to church every Sunday. Commit to a healthier lifestyle. Step out in faith. According to Einstein, “Nothing happens until something moves.”

“[Bilbo] had many hardships and adventures before he got back [home.] The Wild was still Wild, and there were many other things in it in those days beside goblins; but he was well guided and well guarded . . . . He was never in great danger again” (The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien).

The challenge may not be easy, but it will be worth it. Get out there. Take the risk. God will have your back.

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The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.

Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.

The chances, the changes are all yours to make.

The mold of your life is in your hands to break.

The greatest adventure is there if you’re bold.

Let go of the moment that life makes you hold.

To measure the meaning can make you delay;

It’s time you stop thinkin’ and wasting the day.

The man who’s a dreamer and never takes leave

Who thinks of a world that is just make-believe

Will never know passion, will never know pain.

Who sits by the window will one day see rain.

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.

Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.

The chances, the changes are all yours to make.

The mold of your life is in your hands to break.

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.

(from “The Ballad of the Hobbit” by Jules Bass)

“It is better to wear out than rust out.”—Edwin Markham

“Get up, fix up, and show up.”—Eva Thomas

“Do your best, and trust God with the rest.”—Mark Barron

“To fall in love with God is the greatest romance; to seek him the greatest adventure; to find him, the greatest human achievement.”—St. Augustine

“There is some good in the world, and it’s worth fighting for.”—J. R. R. Tolkien

Proverbs 3:5-6; Psalm 84:5


Do You Plan Your Reading?

Mid-South Christian Writers Conference Blog

A Guest Post by Bob Hostetler

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Yes, of course, I mean the annual celebration of our Lord’s nativity, which is rich with meaning and blessing for me and my family. I hope you enjoyed a wonderful Christmas.

But there’s something else that makes this time of year wonderful to me: the joyful preparation of a reading plan for the coming year, which I do every year in late December and early January. That plan becomes something like a syllabus that will allow me to derive maximum variety and benefit from my reading throughout the course of a year. My annual reading plan always includes:

  • a minimum of one biography;
  • at least one memoir;
  • a healthy dose of at least four classics (e.g., Pascal, Dostoyevsky, Shakespeare, etc.).
  • at least one history book;
  • several writing books;
  • at least two books by authors I’ve never…

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Humbly Hopeful

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(Sigh) I received another “pass” on a book proposal this past week.

The rejection did not address the quality of my work, just the quantity of my followers.

I was rejected because “my platform is small.” I understand publishing a book will enlarge my platform, but I can’t find a publisher if I don’t have a large platform.  Which comes first, the chicken or the egg??

This situation reminds me of the rejections I received when I first applied for a credit card. Unlike today, when college students are bombarded with credit card applications, I was turned down by every major credit card company. I was rejected not because I had bad credit, but because I had not yet established credit.  I was told I couldn’t get credit unless I had credit.

It seemed like an impossible situation, but a local dress shop owner graciously agreed to write a letter to the credit card company on my behalf.  She attested to my not being a credit risk, and I received my first credit card at age eighteen. Thank you, Mrs. Hill.

I wonder if this is how Christ feels when we “pass” on His proposals. He’s not asking us to prove whether we are worthy of His offer for eternal life. He freely brings us into His tribe if we simply agree to profess a belief in Him.

I am thankful that God doesn’t require me to pass a background check or prove that I am worthy of His love. I know He’s willing to write an endorsement for the back of my book—just as soon as I find a publisher.

In the meantime, God is teaching me hope and humility and patience—all virtues worthy of our focus during this Advent season.

I am reminded of the words of Mary in Luke 1:46-47, “My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.”

Mary was willing to submit to God’s plan. She found favor with God because she was a humble servant. I want to be more like Mary.

Maybe God is using rejection to keep me humble, but hopeful.

Jeremiah 29:11, Romans 15:13, Galatians 6:9, James 1:12

“Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.” –C. S. Lewis


Finding Joy


When I count my blessings, I always include books. I find joy in reading.

I have specifically found joy in the works of C. S. Lewis. I read his Chronicles of Narnia years ago and used them as supplemental reading in my classroom. I named our high school writers’ group The Inklings because I was impressed with the minds of Lewis and Tolkien. I read The Screwtape Letters twice. Once wasn’t enough. I then used the book as the basis for a six-month Bible study at my church. I watched Shadowlands, the movie about his life with Joy Davidman. I have read Lewis’s book on Psalms, Mere Christianity, and Surprised by Joy. I have watched a documentary of his life.

I thought I was well-versed on C. S. Lewis and his life and his wife. Not so.

While attending the recent WriterFest Nashville conference, I was enthralled by author Patti Callahan’s discussion of the lives of C. S. Lewis and his wife Joy. I had already read her new book and found it to be delightful. Hearing her talk about it was the icing on the cake.


In her book Becoming Mrs. Lewis, Patti Callahan brings Lewis’s wife Joy to life. Written from the point of view of Joy Davidman, this book focuses on the death of one love and the birth of another. The story opens in New York in 1946 as Joy Davidman faces the harsh realities of life with her alcoholic husband Bill Gresham. As a professed atheist Joy finds herself attracted to the writings of C. S. Lewis, and she begins a correspondence relationship with him to better understand his theology.

As their relationship develops, Joy goes tit for tat with Lewis as the reader learns of their intellect, their wit, their writings, and the depth of feelings they have for each other.

Through their letters the reader discovers not only Joy’s vulnerabilities, but Jack’s (C. S. Lewis’s) as well. The humanness of these two writers, who become friends and then become marriage partners, is the cream that rises to the top of this book.

This book gave me new insight into the lives of Mr. and Mrs. C. S. Lewis. I found great joy in reading it.

“Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” –Nehemiah 8:10

Philippians 4:4

Make the Connection


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Use of Artificial Intelligence is on the rise. Sadly, however, making real connections with other human beings is on the decline.

It appears that Alexa and her entourage are now replacing the support groups once fueled by our family, our friends, and our church fellowship.

Dr. Ralph Hillman, my college speech professor, taught me that eye contact and body language both play important roles in the effectiveness of our communication. How can Alexa see the pain in our eyes or the attitude of self-preservation as we fold our arms across our chests?

While advanced technology has enabled us to start our cars from inside our houses and control our home thermostats from our office chairs, this same technology has disabled our ability to connect with others.

We turn to Alexa for knowledge, but can she give us wisdom?

Our knowledge of technology is almost endless, but our society is lonelier than ever.

As a result of our dependence on technology, we are moving away from community. By isolating ourselves from the burden of bonding with other humans, we are losing the blessings that human bonding can provide.

According to “An Up Close Look at Church Attendance in America” (Outreach Magazine, 10 April 2018), less than 20% of Americans regularly attend church.

We are becoming like Silas Marner, the Weaver of Raveloe, in George Eliot’s novel. After losing faith in his fellow man and his God, Silas withdraws from society and embraces a life of solitude. His life is reduced to that of an insect: rote, robotic, and connected to nothing more than the web he weaves.

“His life had reduced itself to the functions of weaving and hoarding, without any contemplation of an end toward which the functions tended. The same sort of process had perhaps been undergone by wiser men, when they have been cut off from faith and love.”

Eventually, Silas Marner’s neighbor Dolly Winthrop gently encourages him to come to church and connect with his community.

“If you was to go to church, and see the holly and the yew, and hear the anthem, and then take the sacramen’, you’d be a deal the better, and you’d know which end you stood on, and you could put your trust i’ Them as knows better nor we do, seein’ you’d ha’ done what it lies on us all to do.”

As Dolly tells Silas to receive the sacrament, she serves him lard cakes stamped with the letters I.H.S. Through this act Dolly provides a symbolic form of communion for Silas and feeds his body as well as his soul.

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Even though Dolly lacks the knowledge to read the letters on her cakes, she understands the wisdom they represent.

“The letters pricked on ‘em, I can’t read ‘em myself, and there’s nobody, not Mr. Macey himself, rightly knows what they mean; but they’ve a good meaning, for they’re the same as is on the pulpit cloth at church. . . .Whativer the letters are, they’ve a good meaning; . . . for if there’s any good, we’ve need of it i’ this world.”

Ah, yes, we’ve need of good in this world, now more than ever in my lifetime.

“But didn’t you hear the church bells this morning, Master Marner? I doubt you didn’t know it was Sunday. Living so lone here, you lose your count, I daresay.”

Are the majority of Americans so wrapped up in their technology that they’ve forgotten to hear the church bells?

I have many Facebook friends whom I have never met face to face. Yes, we share some common interests, but their emotional support is not the same as the empathy I receive from my relatives, close friends, and church community.

This past week my church community suffered the deaths of four people, and a family lost part of their home in a fire. With a strong and loving community connection, though, the people affected by these losses will better be able to weather their storms.

How can any of us bear the burdens of life without some sort of support group? A loving church family can supply this need.

The letters I.H.S., an ancient symbol of Christianity, represent Iesus Hominum Salvator, Jesus Savior of Men.

I challenge you to get to know Jesus. Go to church. Worship God. Connect with a Sunday School class. Become an active member of a church community.

Put down your phone. Have dinner with your family face to face. Take off your mask. Share your concerns. Care about each other. Show kindness. Seek wisdom.

“Perfume and incense make the heart glad, but the sweetness of a friend is a fragrant forest.”—Proverbs 27:9

“Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.” –Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Hebrews 10:24-25; Matthew 18:20