Category Archives: On writing

Please Share With Us!

I’ve noticed that our fellowship of Summer Setting readers includes members from around the world representing  many different nations and occupations, including ministers and those retired from ministry, students, professionals, moms and dads, and many people who are writers, poets, or otherwise enjoy writing. Every once in a while, someone writes to ask if I ever accept essays for my blog written by others, and I want to assure you, the answer is a resounding: Yes! If you’re a reader and have something you’d like to share, please send it to me!

The parameters are:
1.  The material needs to be true to the Bible and hopefully inspired by the Holy Spirit’s work in your life.
2.  Submissions can be any length, but unless it’s a short poem (which can work fine), most posts are between 250-600 words.
3.  If you have a photo (or photos) to illustrate, please include them.
4.  Because the goal of Summer Setting is to uplift and encourage people in their faith, it would be ideal to have a scripture verse that relates to your topic. If you can’t think of one, I’ll try to come up with something appropriate.
5. Send your text and photos to me as an email. (My address is my entire name written out as one word [kathrynwarmstrong] at gmail.) I’ll proof it and send it back to you for your approval. We can work together until we’re both happy.  Interested? Please don’t be shy! Take up your pen and share with our fellowship! The mysterious Body of Christ is both local and universal, and as such, we can all minister to each other without degrees or credentials! It’s not who we are, but what the Lord is teaching us!!

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord” (Colossians 3:16).

West Michigan Writers’ Conferences: Past, Present, and Future

Last Friday night I attended the JOT Writers Conference. If you enjoy writing and need a little inspiration, this is one A+ way to grow! JOT is the brainchild of the Weaklings, a group of five men who are successfully pursuing writing careers and live in the Grand Rapids area. About twice a year, they sponsor conferences to encourage and educate writers. I especially appreciate just about every aspect of their conferences:

*They are totally free (and you don’t even need to RSVP)! *They are just one evening long. *They are able to attract some highly successful writers (who also speak for free)! *The organizers are excellent human beings with altruistic egoisms. *The two I have attended meet at Baker Book House, which is a great venue.

*After several brief, TED-style talks with Q&A’s afterward, you’re welcome to leave (making your time commitment only about 2 hours), or you’re free to  mingle and enjoy some snacks, or you can curl up in a corner and write until 11:00 pm if you want!  Does it get any more accommodating than that? I don’t think so!! They haven’t scheduled their next conference yet, but you can connect with them here if you’re interested:   https://jotwritersconference.com/

Also, if you’re got some serious time and money to invest, there are several other writers’ conferences in our area. I’ve attended the first two in the past, although I won’t be able to make them this year. Here is a little information with links:

September 28-30, 2017. Maranatha Christian Writers Conference, celebrating their 40th year. Their website is:  http://www.maranathachristianwriters.com/

October 6-7, 2017. Breathe Christian Writers Conference, which will be held here in Grand Rapids. Their website is: http://breatheconference.com/home/

April 12-14, 2018. Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College, Grand Rapids.
Their website is: http://festival.calvin.edu/

Grand Valley State University used to sponsor writers conferences, although they do not currently. Instead, they offer a “Writers Series” with a half a dozen guest speakers throughout the year. You can access information on their 2017-2018 series here: https://www.gvsu.edu/writing/grand-valley-writers-series-12.htm

For those of you who live in other areas, if you’re interested, google “writers conferences” and see what comes up! If you can afford to travel, Billy Graham’s Training Center, The Cove, is hosting The Asheville Christian Writers Conference-Writers Bootcamp on February 16-18, 2018 in North Carolina: http://www.ashevillechristianwritersconference.com/

Happy writing. Happy hunting!

Let not steadfast love and faithfulness forsake you; bind them around your neck; write them on the tablet of your heart” (Proverbs 3:3).

 

Writer’s Block, Jokes, and Such

Do you love to write? If so, you’ve probably experienced “Writer’s Block” at some point…a time when you just can’t concentrate on what you’re doing. Usually I have so many ideas bubbling in my brain that I can’t write fast enough, but this morning I felt rather zombiesque so concluded that it might be time for a pick me up…which usually sends me to my friend Dave’s Face Book page, because Dave always posts jokes that make me laugh! Okay, so not all these are from Dave’s page, and some of them are more inspirational than laughable, but I’m shamelessly sharing some favorites from FB, because I figured if I am feeling a bit sad today, then you might need a little good cheer as well. I hope they brighten your day as they have mine. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me” (Psalm 23:4). I’m not personally experiencing the shadow of death, but I’m attending a funeral today, and a friend is having surgery for cancer next week, so I’m definitely feeling the weight of loved ones passing through the shadowlands.

Joy to You this Easter Day! He is Risen Indeed!

In honor of its being Resurrection Sunday, I’ve laid aside my usual post on the Song of Solomon and want to share some beautiful poetry written by the daughter of one of my friends. Lynette Garlets is the mother of four and in the midst of moving her family from Michigan to the Southeast. She wrote these poems first in her head while nursing her young children during the midnight hours of last Easter season. I hope you’ll be as enriched as I have been by reflecting on her meditations.

                                                       Mary’s Delivery

She carried a burden for nearly a year.
He carried his for thirty-three clear.

She traveled the days before her time.
His last walk was the Golgotha climb.

She labored for hours with groans and sweat.
His labor made the sky turn black.

She spilled her blood when her baby came.
He spilled it all, his race to reclaim.

She treasured these things and pondered on them.
His treasure was the rescue of men.

The cry, “It is finished, it is done!”
And Mary kissed her sleeping son.  (~Lynette Garlets)

                           Jesus 

His only crown was one of thorns.
His only throne a cross.
His palace–where they laid his bones.
His subjects all, he lost.

His naked body clothed my own.
His wounds healed all of me.
His flowing blood paid all my loan.
He won my loyalty.

So raise your flag of homage now.
Sing his song anew.
Love him and before Him bow.
He loved all of you.  (~Lynette Garlets)

(As it says in the Bible:) “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved” (John 3:16-17).

Resurrection

The woolly worm within its casket sleeps–
All dried and hardened, given up for dead;
All crushed and crowded in its narrow bed.
Like death he neither eats nor breathes nor creeps.
A secret there enclosed, its casement keeps,
A mystery so wondrous, it is said,
That in due time this coffin it will shed
To spread its wings of light, to heav’n it sweeps. (~Sonnet by Lynette Garlets)Can we accept this miracle divine
And justly give the glory to our God?
And then to learn the lesson of the sign–
The metamorphosis of Christ to laud.  If we believe the truth of only one,
Then our own transformation we have none.  (~Sonnet by Lynette Garlets)

And finally, a beautiful hymn written 150 years ago:Crown Him With Many Crowns

  1. Crown Him with many crowns,
    The Lamb upon His throne;
    Hark! How the heav’nly anthem drowns
    All music but its own!
    Awake, my soul and sing
    Of Him Who died for thee,
    And hail Him as thy matchless King
    Through all eternity.
  2. Crown Him the Lord of love!
    Behold His hands and side—
    Rich wounds, yet visible above,
    In beauty glorified.
    No angel in the sky
    Can fully bear that sight,
    But downward bends His wond’ring eye
    At mysteries so bright.
  3. Crown Him the Lord of life!
    Who triumphed o’er the grave,
    Who rose victorious in the strife
    For those He came to save.
    His glories now we sing,
    Who died, and rose on high,
    Who died eternal life to bring,
    And lives that death may die.
  4. Crown Him the Lord of heav’n!
    One with the Father known,
    One with the Spirit through Him giv’n
    From yonder glorious throne,
    To Thee be endless praise,
    For Thou for us hast died;
    Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days
    Adored and magnified.

    (Matthew Bridges, pub.1852
    v. 3 by Godfrey Thring, pub.1874
    copyright status: Public Domain)

Resurrection Friendships

Finally, from the inkwell of Jane’s heart…schuler-books-chapbook-cafe-by-jane-andersonIn 1997 I started a new job. To be honest, when the recruiter called and told me I was ‘in’ at Steelcase, I thought I should ask him to check his notes because I was sure he had the wrong person. As it turned out, there was no case of mistaken identity, the job was mine.

It seems like ancient history, doesn’t it? But can we talk about that for a minute? Relationships from back then became lasting friendships that still touch my heart. Just for a minute, think about the threads of your past and how they have woven the pattern of who you are today. Some exquisitely beautiful and others look like the warped mistakes that they were. The pattern of your life.

It’s been over 20 years since I accepted that job and immersed myself in work and friendships. Today, I went to Chapbook Cafe at a local bookstore, where I was meeting with a group of new friends. As I pulled into the parking lot my heart felt like it was melting. You see, my thoughts were on the last time I sat at a table in the cafe as my dearest friend told me her doctor had just diagnosed melanoma and it looked terminal. I remember thinking how wrong that doctor was. Cathy was healthy, she took care of herself, and besides, I needed her at work. Cathy didn’t know it, but she was an answer to my prayer.

I’m not sure what deep source has caused it, but I have always felt out of place. I could have worked on the road crew or throwing luggage at the airport or stocking shelves or in the offices where work seemed to find me. I never seemed to fit. In my daily quiet time, I would plead my case to God and ask him to take me – a round peg, and put me in a round hole. Instead, he put me, a round peg, into a square hole – and you can only imagine how it felt to have my edges sheared off in trying to fit into that shape. OK – so maybe it was my way of looking at it. But in my prayers, I asked God over and over for a good friend at work. A friend about my age, a girl, not a guy, who shared my values, and, “Please, God, let her have a sense of humor because I need a friend to tell me when I’m being stupid and laugh about it with me.”

Cathy was that friend for me. We would make a rule that we would only go out to lunch once a week, then break all the rules and go three times or four times on really stressful weeks. Cathy was amazingly intelligent. If I had to pay for what I learned from her, I would still be paying off what I owed her. She was also wise, and that goes beyond smart. I know we become like who we hang out with. I hope that’s true because I admired the person Cathy was.

Cathy’s favorite place for lunch was Chapbook Cafe where she could indulge in a double mocha. After her passing, I couldn’t bring myself to go to Schuler’s Bookstore or the cafe, until today. When I ordered my latte it was with fond memories of my friend and the short two years I held her friendship close to my heart.

We don’t know how much time we have with people we love. If we lived 120 years, it wouldn’t be enough. Cathy and I shared the same values and the same interests, but the one thing we shared that is more important than any other thing between us, was faith in Jesus Christ. Psalm 40:16 says,”May all who search for you be filled with joy and gladness in you. May those who love your salvation repeatedly shout, ‘The Lord is great!'”

Today I am thankful for friendships that never fail. Most of all I am thankful for salvation that lasts forever and that I will see my friend again in heaven because she had faith in Jesus Christ and her home is eternal.

(Guest author: Jane Anderson. Thank you for crossing this sad barrier to join us; we’re blessed to have you! I’ve not been able to bring myself to go to a Biggby Coffee cafe since losing my partner in lattes to breast cancer a few years ago, so I empathize! More of Jane’s writing can be found at: http://bizcatalyst360.com/ or http://talkkindnesstome.com )

Time Out from Politics…Have You Taken Time for an Autumn Retreat?

blue-water-writers-groupOur Blue Water Writers’ Group had their first ever fall retreat at my house last month, and we had such a grand time that we’ve already planned our next one. memoirsIn fact, I had so much fun personally that now I’m wishing everybody could cook up their own autumn retreat—if not for a group of like-minded friends who might need a concentrated time of productivity in their chosen field—meditationthen a personal retreat to focus on something that’s especially precious to you. brenda-bringing-a-basket-of-goodiesOur group shared breakfast together, had a three-hour “silent time” for writing, took an hour break for a brown-bag lunch together, and then went for another three-hour silent time for writing.

writers-retreatSome of us sat at a table together, writing-in-the-garden-roombut most found cozy corners or private areas where they could spread out quiet-retreatand work without any distractions whatsoever.preparing-to-be-a-spiritual-mentorAll of us felt like our time had been well spent.

deer-on-laneI know a number of you are caregivers and can’t even leave your homes to go anywhere for the day, but what about declaring your own private retreat? writer-at-workFor my son Michael’s birthday a couple of weeks ago, he asked for an “electronics-free day,” and he loved having his family enjoying life together with no computers, telephones, or other interruptions. It’s really okay to turn off your phone for a few hours (unless somebody’s life depends on it). writer-in-progressThink about it! If you can’t take a whole day off, maybe you could take a few hours off one evening. If you love taking a personal retreat as much as I enjoyed our writers’ retreat, I bet it will generate sequels!writing-historical-fiction

And he said unto them, Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place,
and rest a while
” (Mark 6:31).

charylene-and-lisa(P.S.—Although we have all types of writing going on within our writers’ group, several of the women write devotionals, and I asked if they’d be willing to share with you. They’ve consented, so the posts on Wednesday through Friday this week will be guest-authored by these lovely ladies!)

From Yesterday’s Pink Rivers to Lime Green (Warning: Un-P.C. Alert)

Lime GreenI just passed the milestone of my blog having been accessed 333,333 times! Doubtless no one has enjoyed reading Summer Setting a fraction as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. The research and thinking are challenging, and pawing through old photos transports me back to beautiful places and happy times. Absolutely therapeutic! So, most of the time I love writing, but today it feels more like having my teeth pulled, because I’m supposed to write a review of Lime Green, a book by Dr. Jackie Roese on the topic of “reshaping our view of women in the Church.” I’d like to tuck Lime Green away quietly and forget I ever read it, but I’ve joined Net Galley and received the book free in exchange for reviewing it on this blog. (BTW, if you’re an avid reader, you might like this venue for finding new books so hot they’re not even off the press yet:  https://www.netgalley.com/ .)

So, here goes! First, Jackie—if you read this—I am praying all the best for you. The Marcella Project and your passion to ennoble women is a high and worthy calling. May God use you to encourage women to be all that God has created us to be! Beyond that, I want to say that when the two paths diverged in the yellow wood, you and I chose the same less-traveled-by path (although in 1972 when I went to seminary, Dallas wouldn’t let me in because I was a woman, so I went to Grace Theological Seminary instead), but at the second fork in the road, I chose the way more traveled by, not because I love magenta, but because I believe taking the Bible as literally as possible is still the right way to interpret it. When people do the mental gymnastics needed to relegate every uncomfortable command into cultural insignificance, pretty soon they’re kicking against the pricks. Women and children aren’t supposed to be “vulnerable” to men; they’re supposed to be protected by them.

I’m sorry we humans so often fail to live the way God designed us, but that doesn’t mean He didn’t create women to be under the wings of men. Men aren’t better than women, just as God the Father is not better than the Son, although during time as we know it now, God the Father appears to have authority over the Son. Should the Son say, “This isn’t fair! I’m equal to & one with the Father, so I should be able to make my own decision about when to return to earth, right?” The Bible is filled with learning to submit to loving authority on all levels.

I realize Jackie knows this, but let me just reaffirm that no race is better than any other race; the rich aren’t better than the poor, and the dumb aren’t better than the dumber. We are all created as equals  in our humanness and in the respect we deserve. “Good” and “bad” are moral judgments that should be rooted in character, not circumstances. Might doesn’t make right, but it often makes power, although life isn’t meant to be a power struggle. “Filling in the gaps” is totally different from pushing our way to the front to have equal time. The gaps are usually where no one wants to be…that’s why there are gaps in the line. There are always people clamoring to be in the lime light, but my fear is that most of us become lime green when we envy others.

If you’re feeling lime green rather than in the pink today, consider relaxing into the arms of Jesus and resting in his love. Success is not about being somebody in the eyes of the world, it’s about being who God wants us to be, and I’m certain part of that equation is living in harmony with the clear teachings of Scripture.

“Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls. But they said, We will not walk therein” (Jeremiah 6:16).