Book-writing serendipity

One day in 2007, a friend began telling a long story he had heard that had left a deep impression on him. It was about a young man in Ethiopia who, in a desire to become rich, followed a coffee trader to a distant city and there finally heard the gospel and was saved. His voice was then recorded with the gospel message, and. . . .

I found the details fascinating. “Where did you get that story?”

“It’s on an old cassette tape Aunt Bonnie lent me.” (Aunt Bonnie was a ninety-year-old lady who was everybody’s aunt.)

“I’d like to listen to it,” I said.

A few days later he put it in my hands. Indeed it was old. It was from 1982, twenty-five years earlier. This missionary, Dick McLellan, was speaking at a local Bible school here in Greenville, telling one amazing story after another about the amazing work of God in Ethiopia.

So of course as I listened I thought, “I want to write a book.”

After months of dilly-dallying, transcribing the tape and trying to get the stories organized, I finally communicated with the Evangelical Institute of Greenville, asking for information about this man who was probably dead. After all, in 1982 he had already been a missionary for many years. How could he still be alive? I simply hoped that some family member would give me permission to write a book about him.

The head of the Institute referred me to Global Recordings, the mission group who had recommended this speaker. I wrote to them, and they forwarded my message, lo and behold . . . to Dick McLellan himself, who was alive and well and living in his hometown of Sydney, Australia.

All this correspondence happened within the course of a few days. I marvelled at the work of God to my teenage son: how, with modern technology, these letters had flown around the world and back again so quickly. He just gazed at me placidly and nodded.

And then Dick McLellan told me that he had recently self-published a book, containing most of the stories from the old cassette tape as well as many more that had occurred since 1982. The book had come out only since my friend had told me that story.

Within days it was in my hands.

I stood in awe that the Lord had given me not just a tape, but a book on which to base the stories I wanted to write for children.

And now the children’s book is in production, With Two Hands: Stories of God at Work in Ethiopia, the first in the Hidden Heroes series. Christian Focus Publications of Scotland will be releasing it next spring.

And even as I stand in amazement of the work of God in one story after another that this book portrays, I also stand in amazement of the work of God that brought the stories into my hands and allowed me to be one of the instruments He has used to get them to the hands of children and their parents.

reading Tozer’s The Pursuit of God

This summer I’ve been studying Tozer’s The Pursuit of God with my two daughters, ages 22 and 16. Every Thursday we go someplace, a restaurant or a park, and talk about the next chapter.

And I’m reminded of what this book meant to me when I read it for the first time, only a few years ago.

All those years as a Christian, I knew about this book. But as much as I was seeking the Lord and trying to point other people to Him, for some reason I was never drawn to The Pursuit of God. It was one summer, after crying out with Moses for the Lord to show me His glory, that I was re-introduced to Tozer.

But now, my heart was ready, because of some intense work the Lord had been doing in my soul. I call it “plowing.” That’s because in Christ’s parable of Matthew 13, the reason the seed of the Word couldn’t take proper root in three of the soils was that the soil hadn’t been dug up and prepared. Only one soil received the seed to bear fruit, the soil that had been plowed.

I think the Lord had been doing some plowing in my life all through the years. I know He had. But about ten years ago, after I complained to Him about “The Wall” in my Christian life, and after he eventually brought it down, then the plowing became intense. Sometimes I felt like I wouldn’t survive it.

Then The Pursuit of God came into my hands. Almost every word of that book resonated with me, driving me again, with intense longing, to the Scripture. To the Savior.

So now, in 2009, I’m reading it again, for the third time. And once again, I’m connecting with others who know that there is a River, the streams of which make glad the city of God. Like Tozer, we’ll get to know more and more by experience, not just by intellectual assent, that the River is the Presence of God, and that we are the ones from which the River flows.