Friday, November 27, 2015
My family with nine mouths to feed and another child on the way left the ruins of the Kansas Dust Bowl and the Great Depression behind and headed for a green irrigated valley tucked in Colorado’s mountains. A church in Fruita, Colorado heard a big family was coming to the small community, and people began to pray for them.
Not long afterward, a new friend invited my oldest sister to church. Marjorie went and accepted Jesus as her Savior.
I (the unborn child) made my appearance soon after they settled in Fruita. One by one our whole family was born again and I observed and witnessed the joy and satisfaction that comes from knowing the Lord. My sisters filled the house with joyous songs in harmony.
I went to the altar in church by myself when I was age 5 and invited Jesus into my heart.
I spoke at our youth group once, and the next election I became president. Barely age 15, I sold service ideas to a youth leadership magazine. Then a few articles were accepted. I sold my accordion, bought an electric typewriter, and enrolled in a writing course.
I expanded into news writing and became a newspaper correspondent. We moved around Colorado often and I got a reporting job at the Leadville Herald Democrat. Then I was hired by The Pueblo Chieftain, a city of 100,000. I took off nearly 20 years to stay with our children, and then earned a degree in mass communications and went back to work for The Chieftain. I always wrote for Christian publications, too.
This Book’s Journey
Facts, Faith and Propaganda digs into a lifetime of biblical and other types of research. At age 25, I taught a high school class a series on The Bible and Science by Dr. Donald F. Johns. As a Chieftain reporter, I‘d already interviewed educators and ministers about the subject, but in order to know what my students were taught in public school, I studied Darwin’s The Origin of the Species, which I hadn’t had to study. I didn’t believe Darwin’s assumptions, and my faith in God grew with my students’.
I continued to study, interview, and defended my faith against atheistic professors in the secular college. I took a class on Propaganda. I taught in several different churches (and my own children) from Josh McDowell’s Evidence that Demands a Verdict where he focuses on evidence about the Resurrection of Jesus, and the reliability of scripture. I did other research and drew other facts I learned as a reporter, too.
Facts, Faith and Propaganda opens with an op-ed piece that was published recently in The Chieftain on how secularist propaganda contributed to the present pandemic of sexually transmitted diseases.
Read the first chapter for free on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/author/adabrownell
Facts, Faith & Propaganda
By Ada Brownell
Everything about who we are, how we came to be, and why we are here, is settled by faith. This book, written by a journalist who interviewed people on both sides of the argument, supplies evidence for faith—and reveals forgeries designed to destroy belief in God such as the Piltdown man, missing evolutionary links that DNA proved aren’t links, and a newer theory than Darwin’s, punctuated equilibrium. She also studied extensively on the reliability of scripture and evidence for the Resurrection of Jesus.
The secular world attempts to destroy faith in God with propaganda (spinning the truth) and brainwashing. Yet, no one can prove whether God exists because faith is necessary for salvation.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
The sign says, “Smile God loves you.” An overused phrase, perhaps, but I wonder if as believers we forget that basic truth. Why have we let the mundane and the dreary rob us of our joy? Why do we forget that we are the Beloved’s and the Beloved is ours?
I must confess, there our days when choosing joy is difficult—much easier to wallow in my self-made bog of defeatist attitudes. Then the Lord reminds me of a lesson he taught me years ago:
I had just put the misappropriated toy gun back on the shelf. “No, John. Ask first.” At three years old, he should know better than to put things into the grocery cart without my permission. I continued my grocery shopping trying to forget, at least for the moment, that I was destitute.
An unemployed, single mother of three, I believed, until that morning, I had already sunk to the bottom. Now, I was faced with possible eviction. Self pity filled me. My sour mood trenched in, doubt became my war buddy.
Putting the baby in one cart, I lifted the other two children into another and pulled it behind me. I choo-chooed my way through the supermarket, a maternal steam engine with a trailing caboose.
I unglued my eyes from my grocery list just in time to witness John dump a handful of candy bars into the cart. My howls echoed through the store like canyon winds. “What are you doing? Don’t even think you’re getting candy.
Feeling like Snow White’s evil step-mother, I heaved the treats back on the shelf. Wet trickles slid down my cheeks as John’s little face turned from rosy innocence to gray fright, his wails even louder than my reprimands. Like an out of body experience, I saw myself in frozen ugliness, and I wondered if this was what a nervous breakdown looked like.
Staccato-like bursts of joy pierced my nightmare. I reeled to find their source. No one around accept a near hysterical, rotund man, a department store Santa type even sporting a long white beard and black boots but sans the red suit. What nerve to find pleasure in my pain! But, as I passed from participant to observer, I realized how absurd I must appear. Soon, my own giggles sprayed the atmosphere like a happy geyser.
I don’t know how long time stood still for the near Santa look-alike and me. But when the bustling resumed, despair was replaced by a cotton-cloud of peace. I remembered God’s promise that he would never leave me forsaken. Despair gave way to hope.
God sometimes sends his angels at times when we least expect Him to. Was that that odd, obese man on the supermarket bench, one of these times? Had I been so graced? I won’t know this side of heaven for sure. But when sorrow crowds my day, I’m reminded of that fat elf, and I am filled with joy unspeakable. “Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” (Psalm 30:4 – 5 KJV).
Friday, November 20, 2015
Please welcome Anita Higman
About thirty years ago God called me to write, and I have been faithful to that calling all these years.
But as far as my writing style, I guess you could say that the stirring hand of Providence used the famous Little Golden Books to mold and fashion the voice I have today.
I remember those little gems with great fondness.
My mother read some of them to me when I was little, and I recall especially loving the fairy tale books. Now as an adult, looking back, I believe they did indeed have a profound effect on me. Especially Cinderella.
I have been told my novels read like modern-day fairy tales.
One reviewer mentioned that my new novel, Summer’s List, seemed a bit like The Princess Bride. I never set out with that specific goal, but I don’t mind the comparison. There are no glass slippers or royalty or enchantments like in my favorite tale, Cinderella, but my story does come with two wicked stepbrothers, a gold-hearted hero, a beloved grandmother who is a bit like a fairy godmother, a princess-style heroine, and of course, that all-important happily-ever-after, which we’ve all come to expect.
I hope you enjoy my story!
By the way, what is your favorite fairy tale?
I’d love to hear from you. You may contact me on my website at www.anitahigman.com by clicking the ‘contact me’ button.
Life and love keep going awry for Summer Snow, until her grandmother sends her on an unexpected adventure with one Martin Langtree—a kind and quirky young man from Summer's past. With Laney the Chihuahua along for the ride, a childhood friendship is rekindled, a romance is sparked, and mysteries are solved in one magical Texas summer. Will Summer strike out on love again, or will things finally go her way?
Best-selling and award-winning author, Anita Higman, has been writing for thirty years and has forty books published. She’s been a Barnes & Noble “Author of the Month” for Houston and has a BA in the combined fields of speech communication, psychology, and art.
Anita and her husband are building a storybook home in the woods and plan to move there by the end of the year. A few of Anita’s favorite things are good movies, fairytales, traveling, gardening, exotic teas, and brunch with her gal friends.
Please check out Anita’s latest novel, Summer’s List, through Moody Publishers. Feel free to drop by her website at www.anitahigman.com or connect with her on her Facebook Reader Page at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAnitaHigman. She would love to hear from you!