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Personal Apathy

Today I am thinking about personal apathy. What if we, as Christians, did something different in our lives? Rather than hang out with our usual crowd on Sunday mornings, why not look around and get to know someone new? What if, after we ‘liked’ something a friend did or said, that we followed up on that relationship with something physical–a gift, a visit, or maybe a phone call or a text?

I came across Kyle Tennant’s book, Unfriend Yourself: Three Days to Detox, Discern, and Decide About Social Media, and I am tempted to read it. In the interview (that I can’t find again), he said something about social media making us relationally lazy.

What struck me was this:

“Without throwing the baby out with the bathwater, Kyle challenges the Christian to a God-honoring approach to social media involvement. Well researched and thought through, Unfriend Yourself avoids the emotional arguments and instead presents a provocative ‘must read’ for any students, young adults, and generations beyond who want to be responsible in approaching social media from a biblical worldview.” – Dr. Bob MacRae, Professor of Youth Ministry at Moody Bible Institute

I think it’s something I will put on my to-read list on Goodreads. Last year, I recognized my own apathy in regards to missions. Everyone has an area in their life where apathy reigns in silence. You may not know it, like I did not know my own apathy, and maybe it’s time to see.



Your Heart’s Desire


Your Heart’s Desire by Sheri Rose Shepherd is a great book, but, for me, I really had a tough time finishing it. I can’t identify why. I wasn’t given the novel to review. My only obligation was to post her articles which can be found here and I just happened to get a free book for my efforts.

I believe the claims are fulfilled in this book where the back cover says it’s, “for the married woman who desires more for her marriage; for the single woman who desires a godly man to love her; for the divorced woman who desires and deserves a second chance to find love again.”

After months of trying to read it, I just gave up. The writing is good. It’s a simple read and is formatted like a devotional. Halfway through satisfies me that someone who is struggling will find great worth in reading this as a devotional during her prayer time. Again, it’s not a reflection on the writer’s talent or content, but this time, it’s just me. Read other reviews here.

Recalling Memories Causes Bloodshed


“Memoirists work with bones. Like paleontologists, we dig up enough of them to make intelligent guesses about what a creature looked like a million years ago. But here and there a femur or a rib is missing, so by faith, with imagination, we fill in those gaps with details we believe are consistent with the nature and character of our upbringing.” – Pg. 4, Jesus, My Father, The CIA, and Me by Ian Morgan Cron; Waterbrook-Multinomah

Some call me out when I retell a memory by how I remember it, but their details are fuzzy, too. Like Ian Morgan Cron said on page four just before the above paragraph:

“Some accounts are based on stories I’ve heard family members tell, even though none of us can agree on the details. These differences in opinion about what happened to whom nearly lead to bloodshed when family stories are recounted at holiday meals.”

When you tell memories, like Ian said, it is a record as you remember it, but more importantly how you felt it. Our emotions are what comes clearly to us in our later years rather than the finer details. I can relate to his introduction in this book. He quotes John Irving when John said in Trying to Save Piggy Sneed, “This is a memoir, but please understand that all memoirs are false…we can always imagine a better detail than the one we can remember. The correct detail is rarely, exactly, what happened, or what should have. (emphasis mine)

In this blog, I tell my memories for the purpose of teaching, not to blame. You, dear reader, have a pain that is very real. The skin has broken a few times and you have bled. I have bled, too. I try to change the identity of a person to hide the real name in order that the lesson might come through louder than the blame. As I read this new book, I understood exactly what Ian was saying.

Memories are dangerous things. A child interprets things differently growing up than the adults in her life. Therefore, the memories recalled are felt memories; shadows that reveal truth and made ambiguous by age. It’s so freeing to write the truth and to let it go. It’s the cheapest form of therapy to write about the past. So I make my subjects a composite and change smaller details so I can tell the story, but I can so relate to when he said, “These differences in opinion about what happened to whom nearly lead to bloodshed when family stories are recounted at holiday meals.”

So at my blog, Life Upside Down, I write about what makes my life upside down, including touching on the books, culture, and movies that affect us all. Sometimes, that means I will write about a memory in the hopes you will walk away from here understanding you are not alone.

Share your comments with me. I’d love to hear from you.

You Have a Purpose For Living


Me Before You is unique and the story-telling is wonderful. However, when you read this remember that in God your life has purpose no matter what has happened to you. For more explanation, click here to read my review of Me Before You. Meanwhile, the publisher has sent these links for you to enjoy.


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The Calling of Christian Writers: Richard Doster (Christian Fiction: Is It Effective?)

C.S. Lakin sent me this article by Richard Doster. As I was unable to find two more unbelievers to balance out the series, I have instead chosen to use this article. Enjoy!

Ask your neighbors for an off-the-cuff reaction to the words “Christian literature” and you’re likely to hear them stumble through a list of belittling adjectives. Despite the swelling ranks of able Christian writers, the reaction demonstrates that we—heirs to the tradition of Chaucer, Milton, and Donne; successors to Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, and Chekov; the literary descendants of G.K. Chesterton and Dorothy Sayers, and of J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, and of Flannery O’Connor and Walker Percy—are now viewed as an inconsequential presence in the world of literature. We have, volitionally, banished ourselves to the “inspiration” section at the back of Barnes & Noble. And by doing so, we may have abandoned our neighbors and left literature in the hands of writers who’d leave them hopeless.

All the names just mentioned were, of course, great writers because of their Christian faith, not in spite of it. They appreciated the inherent goodness of God’s creation; they knew the pervasive consequences of mankind’s Fall; they relished the hope of Christ’s resurrection, and anticipated the day of His cosmic-wide redemption. They combined talent with an irresistible urge to tell stories, and then—armed with this gripping a worldview—they made sense of a seemingly pointless world. Their books and poems provided eternal significance to the mundane; they held out hope while never flinching from the cold, hard truth of life in a sin-afflicted world. As a result, their works are appreciated today across the entire breadth of our literary culture.

Beowulf, for example, after 1,300 years, is still required reading on college campuses, and still deemed essential to the education of well-rounded students. Writer and teacher Donald Williams, in his essay “Christian Poetics, Past and Present,” explains how the poet wrestled with the tension between his Christian faith and Teutonic heritage. He made this grand synthesis, Williams says, “in which the heroic ideal was enlisted in a cosmic war of good and evil.” Williams also reminds us that Dante, in the Divine Comedy, “created concrete images that allegorically incarnated Christian doctrines…” And that Chaucer gave us a “humane and sympathetic portrait of God’s plenty.”

Transforming the Detective Story

Dorothy Sayers’ work is more recent, and much more accessible. Between 1923 and 1935 Sayers wrote 11 Peter Wimsey detective stories. A savvy and gifted believer, Sayers elevated the genre. She took the lightly regarded “detective novel” and transformed it, employing who-done-it plots and a recurring cast of characters to illustrate the conflict between sin and Christian virtue, and to show readers how, at least from man’s perspective, evil might be restrained but never ended.

Sayers wrote the most popular sort of fiction. Believers and non-believers anticipated each new installment, and her stories today, some 70 years after they were written, are still available at Barnes & Noble. And they still depict, as author Joyce Brown, puts it, “… the horror and irrevocability of evil and the power of virtue, which relentlessly battles against it.”

Perceiving Life Through the Central Christian Mystery

Twenty years later Flannery O’Connor, with the wit she was known for, addressed the tension that confronts contemporary Christian writers. There was an assumption, O’Connor noted, that Christians should write for only one reason: “…to prove the truth of the Faith.” When pressured to tame her “grotesque” characters and to sanitize her Southern, gothic fiction, O’Connor balked. She’d seen the sentimental drift in Christian writing; it was, she said, “… a distortion that overemphasized innocence.” And innocence, when exaggerated in a fallen world, not only mocked the true state of man and society, but the price that was paid for their redemption.

Writers must learn, “to be humble in the face of what-is,” O’Connor argued. They must understand that concrete reality—the things we see, hear, taste, smell, and touch—are the only clay a novelist can mold. They aren’t to persuade with argument or develop abstract theories or disguise essays in the garb of story. Rather, they’re to create characters, invent action and dialog, and concoct settings that look a lot like the places we know. If the novelist’s work is to ever transcend the here-and-now, O’Connor said, it must be firmly rooted in it.

O’Connor griped that Christian writers tended to be concerned with “unfleshed ideas and emotions.” They’re reformers, she complained, who “… are possessed not by a story but by the bare bones of some abstract notion. They are conscious of problems, not of people, of questions and issues, not of the texture of existence, …of everything that has a sociological smack, instead of with all those concrete details of life that make actual the mystery of our position on earth.”

That mystery, underscored for her by life in the “Christ-haunted South,” was the theme she couldn’t escape. The Christian writer, O’Connor explained, perceives life from the “standpoint of the central Christian mystery: that is has, for all its horror, been found by God to be worth dying for.” This, she knew—when understood and applied—expanded the writer’s vision. It inspired investigation.

It meant that nothing is off limits. And that everything—regardless of how common—matters. O’Connor—because she was a Christian, because she was concerned about her vocation, and because she knew the world and the Church looked on warily—cared about quality. A Christian’s novel, she said, must be “complete and self-sufficient and impregnable in [its] own right.” When told that good Catholics, because they were responsible for proclaiming the gospel, couldn’t also be good artists, she replied “ruefully” that, “because I am a Catholic, I cannot afford to be less than an artist.”

An Imagination Sent Soaring by the Gospel

C.S. Lewis, a contemporary of O’Connor’s, was as a gritty a realist as she was. And yet our neighbors—practically all of them, regardless of their religious beliefs or affiliation—love his fantasy. The genre might have been his natural, literary inclination. George Sayer, in his biography Jack: A Life of C.S. Lewis, notes that Lewis’s most “precious moments” were when he was aware of the supernatural’s intrusion into the workaday world. “His success in translating these moments into his fairy stories gives [The Chronicles of Narnia] a haunting appeal,” Sayer wrote, providing readers with “a taste of the other.”

When Lewis wrote The Chronicles of Narnia, he had no theological agenda. There was no ulterior, evangelistic motive; he simply hoped to create likable stories. But the man’s worldview was as elemental to him as blood and bone. And his characters, plots, symbols, and themes are—unavoidably—products of it. Which explains why, in The Magician’s Nephew, we see the story of Creation (Aslan sings it into creation). We see temptation in the Garden and the Fall. And in the story that followed, death, judgment, Hell, and Heaven all enter the pages of Lewis’s fantasy.

Lewis wasn’t smuggling Christian theology into the minds of young readers, it just seeped through; it poured out of the man and onto the page, likely causing the claims of Christianity to ring true when readers later met them.

Lewis, of course, wrote theological classics: Mere Christianity, The Four Loves, The Problem of Pain, Til We Have Faces, The Weight of Glory… Yet, his biographer says, it was the Narnia stories—the fantasies that our un-believing neighbors love—that most clearly reveal Lewis’s theology. The character of Aslan—the Lion who is known to nearly every kid on every block of the English-speaking world—is, George Sayer says, Lewis’s supreme achievement.

Sayer quotes the late monk Bede Griffiths, who said: “The figure of Aslan tells us more of how Lewis understood the nature of God than anything else he wrote. It has all the hidden power of majesty and awesomeness which Lewis associated with God, but also all the glory and the tenderness and even the humor which he believed belonged to him, so that children could run up to him and throw their arms around him and kiss him. There is nothing of ‘dark imagination’ or fears of devils and hell in this.” It is, Griffiths said, “mere Christianity.”

The Chronicles of Narnia, written from 1950 to 1956, remain popular, and fully stocked in every Borders bookstore. And yet these popular stories, because they’re the products of a mind steeped in Scripture, because they’re the fruit of an imagination sent soaring by the Christian gospel, cannot help but be Christian. Lewis and his friend J.R.R. Tolkien, the author of the Lord of the Rings, have charmed millions with stories that are full of wonder, and profoundly biblical.

Art that Takes Shape in the Christian Mind is Different Lewis, O’Connor, and Sayers personify the thoughts once espoused by Catholic philosopher Jacques Maritain. In 1974, in Art and Scholasticism, Maritain said, “Christian art is defined by the one in whom it exists and by the spirit from which it issues.” If you want to make Christian art, Maritain exhorted his audience, then simply be Christian and “…make a beautiful work.” He told aspiring novelists to “be fully an artist,” because, “the artist and the Christian are one …” and art that takes shapes in the Christian mind is different from the art that doesn’t.

This reality—that all writers express their worldview—was apparent to Walker Percy. The author of respected literary fiction—The Moviegoer, The Last Gentleman, Love in the Ruins… once told an interviewer that, “…as a writer, you have a certain view of man, a certain view of the way [the world] is, and even if you don’t recognize it or even if you disavow such a view you can’t escape [it].” Percy readily acknowledged that his own critically acclaimed novels, which routinely depicted man “as pilgrim, in transit, in journey…reflected a certain basic orientation toward … Catholic dogma.”

Like O’Connor, Percy saw his faith as a literary advantage. It was a way of seeing the world and a system for making sense of it. Christianity gave his stories texture and meaning. Even today, they strike a familiar chord—which is why his books are next to O’Connor’s at your nearest Books-A-Million.

For Marilynne Robinson, There’s Only Respect for a Great Writer Any list of the last century’s great writers includes O’Connor, Percy, Graham Greene, and Wendell Berry—all Christian, all gifted, and all of them an influential voice in the wider culture. Berry, now in his mid-seventies, remains formidable, still writing and speaking on environmental and agricultural issues.

Beyond him, the list of today’s best-known Christian writers includes John Grisham, Jan Karon, Bret Lott—and, course, Marilynne Robinson, the 2005 Pulitzer Prize winner (for Gilead). It’s no surprise that Robinson, when she talks about faith and vocation, echoes those who came before her. In a recent discussion with Katherine Lanpher, a Barnes & Noble interviewer, Robinson said that, “…There’s a theological [undercurrent] to everything I write.”

Lanpher pressed her, asking, “How does writing lend itself to a life of faith?”

“I’ve never found them to be incompatible ….” Robinson replied. “Frankly, historically speaking, a great deal of English language literature is generated directly out of religious thought and religious erudition.” Then, with words that bring O’Connor and Percy to mind, she said, “For me, a religious mindset creates a habit of scrupulous inquiry relative to virtually everything ….” She explained to Lanpher that, “… everything has religious significance. It’s not as if I go from one area of interest to another,” she said, “they’re simultaneous for me.”

The conversation later veers down this charming path, as the Pulitzer Prize winning Christian so casually explains to the secular interviewer on a nationally distributed podcast that John Calvin is “… cool in a lot of ways. If you read his sermons on the 10 Commandments,” Robinson explains, “they’re absolutely beautiful, profoundly humane interpretations of things that many people find forbidding.” She continues, talking about how Calvin situated sacred and human experience “in the mind and in perception,” and about how she feels indebted to the 16th century reformer for his understanding of, “… the givenness of everything.”

From Robinson, throughout the whole of the conversation, there’s not a syllable of defensiveness; there’s no awkwardness, no need to shy away from anything she believes. And from Lanpher, there’s only respect for a great writer.

More than 1,600 years ago, Augustine argued that Christians not only had a right to employ “the art of rhetoric,” but also the obligation. Though sometimes skeptical of literature, he recognized that Christians, should they abandon the field, left it open to “those who expounded falsehood.” Browse the shelves at the nearby Borders, and his words ring true.

“Christian fiction”—the books we find in the back of the bookstore—often edify and inspire us. And just as we need composers to create hymns, the church needs writers—novelists and theologians alike—to build up the body, to enhance our worship, to delight us with stories that exemplify the truths of the Christian faith. Still—it may be time to confess that we’ve left literature in the hands of those who have no hope to offer. It might be time to reconsider our neighbors and their need to make sense of the world; their need for books, poems, and short stories that probe life’s mystery, that offer hope without flinching from the Fall’s consequences, that don’t—by their sentimentality—mock our true state, or the price that was paid for the world’s redemption.

Richard Doster is the editor of byFaith. He is also the author of two novels, Safe at Home (March 2008) and Crossing the Lines (June 2009), both published by David C. Cook Publishers.

This article originally appeared at byFaithOnline. Used with permission. Original publication date: January 13, 2010.

Note From Nikki: Yesterday, author Dianne Christner wrote a post on this series. Tomorrow I am featuring, author Tricia Goyer. To read more about this series, click here. Remember to keep all comments civil. I love discussion, but anything rude will be deleted.

Book Review: Dashing Through The Snow

Dashing Through The Snow by T.M. Souder

(Publisher: Amazon Digital Services)

Dashing Through The Snow by T.M. Souders had few things to recommend it. The cover of the Novella attracted me, but the story lacked the depth typical of a good romance.

Souders writes a love story about Wynn and Zane. Wynn has been in love with Zane for five years. She runs a bakery with her off-color sister, Gemma. Gemma is not shy about spouting her opinion on anything, especially ex-boyfriends. Wynn just got out of a bad relationship with Larry. Gemma calls Larry a despicable name, perhaps deserved, but her explanation in chapter 1 for that name was unnecessary. I think most readers will be able to figure it out.

The love story that held so much promise stumbles beginning in chapter one. Predictability and cliches are the death of any love story. All I learned about Zane and why Wynn loved him for so long was his good looks and saintly attitude as he gives selflessly to charitable causes. I picked up little about his personality and could not connect emotionally with the three main characters. Wynn and Gemma did not sound like two women who ran a bakery and deserved respect. Instead, I felt like I stepped into the middle of two high school youth discussing a possible prom date. The predictability comes in when Zane walks in with another woman. It turns out the other woman is the clingy ex-girlfriend. Again, predictable. For tension, I would have brought in Larry to try to win back Wynn. Nothing stirs the blood like two stags battling it out over a doe.

The ending is too neat. Maybe I would have felt differently about the ending if I had been able to see the personalities of Zane and Wynn more clearly. Besides his good looks and saintly attitude, what else do I know except a little about his family? Souder describes some dates via conversations between Wynn and Gemma, but I was disappointed not to read about the dates as they occurred. That would have given me a clue about why Zane and Wynn love each other and what could be the glue to keep them together in the “happily-ever-after.”

A few times in the novella, Souders writing pops. It’s when I actually get to see Zane or Wynn’s personality emerge from the romantic cliches. The originality of the phrases make me smile. “She held both bags out, examining each with the detail of a Gemologist,” told me about Gemma. My other favorite phrase came from Zane, “By the time they had left Uncle Leroy’s, he knew a whole lot more about Barium X-rays, but little more about Wynn’s whereabouts.” Otherwise, the novella needed a good editor and a few rounds with a critique group to really develop the story into something viable. There was more telling than showing.

Two-star book reviews aren’t easy to write when you know what it’s like to be a writer and the heart that goes into each page. To read more of my thoughts, click here. The book above is on sale for .99 cents. It’s not a large investment to see for yourself if you could fall in love with Zane and Wynn. As for future T.M. Souders books, I would probably read a sample chapter first before deciding to buy. She has potential. This book was given by WoMen’s Literary Cafe to review.

Book Review: Bad Girls of the Bible (And What We Can Learn From Them)

This book reminds me of those soft centered chocolates where you get a pleasant surprise after you bite into them. It begins like a novel. In fact, each chapter begins with a short story. Each story illustrates a Bad Girl for us to understand in our time and then goes into the good stuff. It’s surprisingly deep.

She (Eve) stopped looking to God for the truth. She stopped looking to her husband for shared counsel. She stopped looking at the good, wholesome fruit already available to her. She even stopped looking to the serpent for direction. Notice: The serpent never said another word. He didn’t have to. His temptation was complete. The seeds of deception had fallen on fertile ground.” – Pg. 30

Higgs writes with humor. I’m not familiar with many of her books except for a novel I reviewed previously here. Her humor becomes a surprise—the whispers of a best friend at a girl’s get-away. It’s cozy and intimate. We learn that Higgs had a rough past that she said raised eyebrows from “good” church-going women. She wrote this book with these reasons in mind:

I had four kinds of readers in mind while I wrote: (1) Former Bad Girls who have given up their old lives for new ones in Christ and are struggling to figure out how and where they “fit” in God’s family; (2) Temporary Bad Girls who grew up in church, put aside their devotion to God at some point, and now fear they can’t ever be truly forgiven; (3) Veteran Good Girls who want to grow in understanding and compassion for the women around them who weren’t “cradle Christians”; and (4) Aspiring Good Girls who keep thinking there must be something more to life but aren’t sure where to look.” – Pg. 7

I learned so much from reading this book. I am giving it away at my next Praise and Coffee meeting in October because I think others can glean much wisdom from Higgs pages. I gave this book five stars because it is written in an entertaining way, easy to read, and like Mary Poppins says, “a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.” Indeed. Higgs dishes out the truth with a spoonful of sugar.

Waterbrook-Multinomah furnished this book to review for free. All reviews are objective.

Book Review: Tandem by Tracey Bateman

Bateman’s writing is fantastic. The words flow. There’s no doubt in my mind that Bateman has talent especially when you begin your book with a one paragraph prologue that goes like this, “I’ve always despised smoke. Avoided the acrid smell, the burning eyes, stolen breath. The way it catches hold of fabric and bangs on with long, pungent cloves. And yet in my dream—my recurring, “Is someone trying to tell me something?” dream—I float blissfully through a wall of gray, wafting, vaporous smoke, blind to what lies beneath the dark expanse of haze. In this dream that so often robs me of sleep, I’m aware that I’m falling, falling far, and yet I’m not afraid. But then I awaken, sweat soaked, heart pounding, afraid to die alone.”

Yet, halfway through this novel I stopped. She lost me in the many different points of view from third person to first person in the same chapter. My interest waned and died on page 48. The problem was not just the fact that it had three points of view and one of them a first person point of view, but nowhere in the back of the book did it say one of the characters was a vampire. The teaser read like a normal suspense thriller type of James Patterson book.

And I don’t really care for vampire novels.

Even if I was into vampire books, it was too confusing to follow the story line. When you fist open the book there are four authors who praise this book like Kaci Hill, Tamara Leigh, Robin Caroll, and Lyn Cote. Perhaps this book would interest someone else, and though I love all sorts of different books, the organization of the pages distracted from what could have been a page-turner.

I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review.  If you would like my copy of the book, send me an email at nikolehahn@thehahnhuntinglodge.com.  The first person to respond will get this book mailed to them. Click here to read Chapter 1 for free.

Book Review: Essentials of the Heart


From a Life of Brokenness To a Life of Fulfillment,” attracted my attention on the front cover. I’m always interested in books that help people get off of the ground and out of the pit. So when I opened the first page I immidately felt like I had found a kindred spirit.

“People like to give the appearance that their families look normal, but reality reveals that we either come from or live in dysfunctional relationships in one degree or another. I grew up in a very dysfunctional home. By the time I had a family of my own, a strong desire arose in me to make things different for my family, especially with my children. I wanted to be purposeful with my spiritual life; I was tired of playing hit and miss with my growth as a child of God. This journey from brokenness to fulfillment proved to be a spiritual one that began with my heart.” says Susan.

The writing flows. The truth peels off of the paper in between the words from the heart of an author who knows pain. I wanted to jump up and down and say, “Yes! Someone else understands!” Brokenness is a very special place. More people should get there because it is transforming. When you finally die to self and realize your need for God that’s when you change. That’s when your outlook becomes different and you feel different.

“Do I strive for wealth, recognition or man’s approval? These things in themselves are not wrong, but if this is what I live for, my heart is in the wrong place. Is my heart set on things that have no eternal value?”

Susan’s mom married five times and all except one marriage was abusive. Some of that abuse was sexual. Susan married after high school graduation and two years later gave birth to a son. Five years after she married she and her husband divorced.

“When God leads me to a place in my life where there seems to be no way out, it is there that I can see the power of God at work in my life. The problem is that I focus on my circumstances, and this causes great fear. Many times when I am at this place I can do nothing to change the things that go on in my life. So I have a decision to make. Do I focus on my circumstances, or do I focus on the Lord?”

It is the perfect book for someone not yet saved or having a faith crisis. It brings the person back to the basics and reminds us of God’s love. She gives us a glimpse of the different aspects of God’s character through scripture and personal experience. There are blank journal pages available and she encourages you to write in it after each section. I didn’t research the author before I accepted this blog tour. Admittingly, I read it at the start with a guarded heart, but this book goes deep and yet an unbeliever can understand it. It does not deviate from scripture and I would heartily recommend it!

I was given a complimentary copy of this book from the author in exchange for posting the author’s interview on my blog. This blog tour is managed by Christian Speaker Services.  If you would like a chance to win a copy of this book, go on over to Christian Speaker Services for sites that are offering that contest.

 Essentials of the Heart by Susan Weagant (Tate Publishing, 2010)

  • Are you tired of playing hit and miss with your spiritual life?
  • Are you looking for a more purposeful and committed walk with the Lord?
  • Do you ever feel so broken that there seems to be no hope?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, Essentials of the Heart is for you. This thought-provoking book is full of personal examples and peppered with Scripture. Susan Weagant takes you from life-changing decisions to daily disciplines necessary for a passionate spiritual walk, using personal examples from her own past as encouragement. Join Susan on this spiritual journey to find out what decisions and disciplines are Essentials of the Heart.