Monday, July 23, 2012
He Stoops
This line popped into my head today as I was thinking about the continuing war among Christian writers. The whole, "Christian fiction needs to be this," vs. "No, Christian fiction needs to be this," war. Clean vs. gritty. Righteous vs. real. Hide in the light vs. plunge into the dark.
What I think is being missed in this whole situation is this:
When we say Christian fiction needs to be of a certain type, we are really saying Christians need to be of a certain type. There are people reading our books.
The person reading a certain book chose that book for specific reasons. I think we forget that all to often.
Some readers pick up a book for escape. To accuse them of hiding from reality is insensitive. What do you know of their reality? Maybe they are dealing with grit and real and dark on a daily basis and they need to take a breath and remind themselves that someday things will be different. They need to taste a world in which people say the right things and don't screw up all the time.
On the other hand, if someone chooses to read from the opposite end of the spectrum, maybe that is how they connect best with God. Just because you don't connect that way, doesn't mean their way is wrong.
Some readers love commercial, some love literary, some love easy reads, some love deep reads, some love cheese, some love classics.....and the list goes on and on.
Every person on this planet is unique. Every person has a different set of life experiences that puts them in a different place spiritually, with different needs. God is able to meet all of those needs, and fortunately He is willing to stoop to our levels to meet them.
He stoops.
That means He uses Amish romance.
That means He uses horror.
That means He uses YA fiction.
That means He uses cheesy.
That means He uses fantasy and sci-fi.
That means He uses masterpieces.
That means He uses literary messes.
That means our shortcomings as people and authors do not hinder Him.
Does it mean He thinks we may be lazy? Does it mean we are not to work on our craft?
Of course not. Just as He uses our writing to reach others, He uses it for us, too. To work on us, to build our character. To help us develop strength in the face of criticism, to help us see our own faults, to help us see we are capable of more than we thought, to help us grow.
But when we point our finger at another group of writers who does things differently than us, we're forgetting that we're all down here at the bottom. That goes for ALL sides of the war. No matter what we do, we can't do things God's way. God is so big and so beyond our comprehension, there is no way we can understand everything about His intentions.
Write for God. Write for yourself. Write for your readers. Write to the best of your ability. Write what you are comfortable with. Write outside your comfort zone. Write grit. Write Christianese. Write heavy. Write light.
None of it is bad enough that God can't use it. None of it is good enough that He doesn't have to stoop to use it. He reaches us, not the other way around.
He stoops. Whatever you write, whatever you read--the important thing is to be there when He does.
(PS--if you have not read Kerry Nietz's series, you are missing out! Go check them out!)
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Just Two Things
I blogged on New Authors' Fellowship yesterday. Apparently, my most attention-getting post yet. The comments piled up quickly, and a couple of people mentioned they'd be linking to the post on other blogs. Wow. I'm not even sure what to say to that! I was only expressing my views on the way Christian writers seem to choose camps and war over what kind of Christian writing is the "right" kind. If you'd like to read it, here's the link: http://newauthors.wordpress.com/2011/06/07/put-down-your-sword-and-write/Cat Call by Kat Heckenbach
The Crooked House of Coins by Jeff Chapman
Glass House by Heidi Mannan
Don’t Let the Rain Come Down by Gerald Costlow
With Breath Too Sweet LaShawn M. Wanak
Unexpected Guests in My Basement by Charles Day
Aliens, Angels, and Arsenic by M. Kaye Moon
The Other Side of Silence by Fiona Glass
Wrong Side Down by Rob Rosen
Her by Walter Campbell
Little Girl Blue by Kevin McClintock
Crooked Time by Samuel Gibb
Summer Schwartz and the Crazy House by David Perlmutter
Remembered Sins by H.J. Hill
Olverston Grange by M. Leon Smith
That’s What Little Boys Are Made Of by Emma Ennis
Every Choice by Mary-Jean Harris
The Mobile Home by Gregory L. Norris
22 Beckett St. by Deb Eskie
I Am But Its Instrument by George Wilhite
Nightmares Every Night by Gary Buettner
Metamorphosis by Eva Glynn Stephens
The Nanny by Susan York Meyers
Eviction Notice by John H. Dromey
Can’t Stop Growing Old by Patrick Shand
The Wyandotte Haunting by K.A. Laity
The Girl in the Crooked House by Katherine Simmons
Clown Fish by Richard Jay Goldstein

