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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A Very Special Book

Embracing Change
By Debbie Roome

Reviewed by Phee Paradise

I’m so pleased to be able to review Embracing Change by our own Debbie Roome. It’s a sweet romance set in New Zealand and South Africa.

Sarah Johnson meets Joel Baxter when she moves to New Zealand under difficult circumstances. He can see that she is troubled and offers to help her any way he
can. Their friendship develops through the compassion that Joel offers Sarah and she gradually finds a home in her new country, so far from her family in South Africa.

Their friendship grows into something more, but they both have obstacles to overcome. Sarah must work through her grief for a lost love and learn to forgive the one to blame. And Joel needs to face the fact that Sarah is not a committed Christian. But his kindness and that of his friends help Sarah to heal and she slowly begins to stop blaming God for her pain. Love triumphs in the end, with many feel good s
cenes along the way.

Besides the comforting love story, one of the things I loved about the book was the way Roome brings New Zealand to life. For me, it’s a distant and exotic place, but reading the book made me feel like I was there. Her descriptions helped me see the awesome mountains and beaches and the everyday language used words and phrases just slightly different from what I hear every day. If you’re a Kiwi, you won’t e
ven notice. If you’re not, you’ll feel welcome in this fascinating country, just like Sarah did.

But more importantly, Roome also gives us an understanding of the racial tension that still exists in South Africa and the pain caused by it. What appears to be a simple romance, turns into an insightful look at prejudice and it's consequences.

Please put this book at the top of your list. You'll be glad you did.

CONTEST

We’re so anxious for you to read this book, that we’re offering a copy of Embracing Change to one of our readers. All you have to do is write a romance in 100 words and post it as a comment. And to make it even more exciting for you, we’re going to send you some other books to read as well. So get our your computers and send us your best work. We’ll announce the winner in a week or so.


About the book:

Embracing Change took first place in the Rose & Crown novel competition in 2009. It is due to be released in late September 2010.

This what the judges had to say about Embracing Change: The winning entry tipped the scales because of its very strong inspirational and emotional storyline as well as excellent standard of writing, and a well thought out plot with all the threads tied up.

Embracing Change is a compelling story of grace, forgiveness and redemption. When Sarah Johnson's fiancé is killed by a hijacker in South Africa, Sarah carries out his wish to continue with their plan and moves to New Zealand, taking his ashes to scatter there. In her grief she hasn't counted on her gradual healing coming from two unexpected sources: Jesus Christ, and His new plan for her - Joel Baxter.

But will Joel's old flame, Mandy, succeed in destroying Sarah's fragile progress in both her spiritual and earthly paths? And will she ever break free of the oppressive power still held over her by the hijacker who murdered her fiancĂ© and attacked her, too? — It takes a journey halfway back across the world for Sarah to face her demons, and finally forgive.
This story will take you through the majestic Southern Alps, the Garden City of Christchurch and up the east coast of New Zealand as well as through the vibrant streets of Johannesburg and Soweto.

About the author:


I am a Christian writer based in New Zealand where I have lived since 2006. I was born in Zimbabwe and later lived in South Africa for 15 years. I'm happily married to Kevin and have five wonderful children, the best daughter-in-law and two pampered pooches. I'm passionate about writing and my favourite genre is Christian fiction. When not writing, I enjoy music and am a member of our church worship team. I play piano, guitar and bass guitar and have a violin that I hope to master one day. I also love photography and travelling.



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Monday, August 23, 2010

Wisdom from the Amish

Reviewed by Phee Paradise

Amish Proverbs
By Suzanne Woods Fisher

Amish Proverbs is an attractive little coffee table book. It’s full of pictures of the Amish lifestyle alternating with short words of wisdom they live by. Fisher has divided it into topical chapters like Time, Work Ethic and Community. At the beginning of each chapter she has written a brief introduction about Amish thinking on that aspect of life. For readers who are interested in the role of proverbs in any community, there is a fairly informative introduction to the book.

Here’s an excerpt from the introduction to the chapter on money:

“As the work, so the pay,” goes the saying.
It’s not that the Amish aren’t money savvy; they are. But their goal in life isn’t to accumulate wealth. Money is a tool, not a goal. They want only to support their family in an environment that best reflects their values.

Here are some of my favorites from the book:


Do more of less.

Generosity leaves a much better taste than stinginess.


Raising boys is as easy as digesting iron.


It’s what you learn after you know it all that counts.



If I’ve piqued your interest and you have a place on your coffee table, I have good news. The publisher has given us a copy of the book to give to one of you. We’ll hold a drawing of interested readers on August 31, so you have until then to enter. All you have to do is post a comment on this post with the answer to this question:

Tell us your favorite proverb and how it has influenced your life.

It doesn’t have to come from the Biblical book of Proverbs. For instance, when I was young, I dropped a pitcher of milk that I was carrying to the dinner table. I started crying because I was afraid of being punished. Before cleaning up the mess, my mother gave me a hug and said, “Don’t cry over spilt milk.” That may seem a little trite, but I have always known that I am loved, and my mistakes do not change that.

I look forward to reading about your favorite proverbs.

Suzanne is also sponsoring a contest to give a way a Kindle. Read the note at the bottom of this post for more information.

About the book:

Spend enough time with the Amish, as author Suzanne Woods Fisher has, and you’ll hear them repeat a catchy turn of phrase or short words of wisdom, like “Good character like good soup is usually homemade,” or “Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience.” Suspended in these phrases are age-old lessons about how to live wisely and please God. Reiterated day after day, the proverbs are learned by heart and help guide the lives of the Amish, reminding them of what’s truly important.

Fisher has spent a great deal of time with the Amish and has collected more than 200 proverbs that uncover the rich heritage, folklore, faith, values, history, and essence of the Plain People, which she shares in her new book
Amish Proverbs.

These proverbs cover all aspects of life, from finances to faith to family, as well as overcoming life’s frustrations. Serving as teaching tools and maxims for practical living, they're not just for the Amish. Proverbs help point us all toward wisdom, toward good judgment, toward God’s teachings. They're for anyone who seeks God's wisdom and truth for everyday circumstances.

Some of the proverbs that readers will find in Amish Proverbs include:
"It is better to give others a piece of your heart than a piece of your mind."
"You are only poor when you want more than you have."
"A child can read a parent’s character before he can read the alphabet."
"Bibles that are coming apart usually belong to people who are not."
"Those who fear the future are likely to fumble the present."
"Kissing wears out, cooking don’t."
"If you sense your faith is unraveling, go back to where you dropped the thread of obedience."
"You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough."
"A smile is a curve that can straighten out a lot of things."

Ranging from the simple to the profound, from the serious to the humorous, these sayings will stick with readers through life's joys and sorrows and bring some of the Amish wisdom to everyday life.

With beautiful full-color photos throughout, Amish Proverbs is the perfect gift for any occasion.

About the author:

Suzanne Woods Fisher is the CBA bestselling author of The Choice, The Waiting, Amish Peace, and Amish Proverbs. Her interest in the Anabaptist cultures can be directly traced to her grandfather, W. D. Benedict, who was raised in the Old Order German Baptist Brethren Church in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Benedict eventually became publisher of Christianity Today magazine. Suzanne is the host of a radio show called Amish Wisdom and her work has appeared in many magazines. She lives in California.

Kindle Contest


Suzanne's Amish Proverbs just hit the shelves. To celebrate she's giving away a KINDLE and throwing a party! Let the fun begin. See below for info and links.


Find out more about the book, Suzanne and the blog tour here.

Enter Suzanne Woods Fisher's Simple Wisdom KINDLE Giveaway!


Simple Wisdom giveaway=


One Grand Prize winner will receive a Kindle preloaded with Suzanne Woods Fisher titles. The Prize Pack (valued at over $205.00) includes:


* A brand new KINDLE, Free 3G, 6", Latest Generation


* Amish Peace by Suzanne Woods Fisher


* The Choice by Suzanne Woods Fisher





To enter, simply click on the icons below to fill out the entry form, then tell 5 or more friends about the contest.

Oh, and enter soon! Winner will be announced on September 1st.


Sweet Kindle Giveaway
Join Suzanne for a Wrap-up Party on September 1st!

She’ll be announcing the winner of the Simple Wisdom KINDLE Giveaway, chatting with readers, and giving away copies of Amish Proverbs and The Choice! Be sure to join us on Wednesday , September 1st at 8PM EST at Suzanne’s Author Page

Be sure to check out the blog tour here or purchase a copy of Amish Proverbs: Words of Wisdom from the Simple Life!


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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Transformation of an Exotic Dancer

One of my main characters in a novel currently in progress is a reformed exotic dancer, so when I read the promo for the book, Scars and Stilettos, I knew I had to read it, and I'm so glad I did. I recommend it to anyone who wishes to work with young women in ministry, or for anyone who has loved ones involved in the sex-trade industry.

We're giving away a copy of the book, too. But you must follow the rules to qualify:

To enter the contest: Visit the Scars and Stilettos web site - http://www.scarsandstilettos.com/. Click on the tab Get Involved, and then choose one of those links to read about. Come back here and leave a comment sharing one thing you could do to get involved. Be sure to leave your e-mail address so we can notify you if you are chosen as winner. We'll read through the entries, and pick a winner, who will receive a copy of Scars and Stilettos. You must leave a comment by Monday, June 28th. The winner will be announced on Tuesday, June 29th. Entries that do not leave a relevant comment will be disqualified.

The facts shared at the end of Scars and Stilettos are horrifying enough to share, and something for each one of us to consider as a ministry and prayer concern. Some stats listed:

  • More women are employed by the sex industry than at any other time in history.
  • Between 66 and 90 percent of women in the sex industry were sexually abused as children.
  • The women in this industry face many issues that affect their physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. They are a largely unreached population, and many feel desperately isolated and alone. Even those who would contemplate going to church wonder if there truly is a place for them there. Will they find the restoration they are seeking in the house of God?
  • Harmony's ministry, Treasures, is the first and only organization of its kind in the Los Angeles area.

Thank you, Harmony, for sharing your story. Your courage and transparency are inspiring. May God bless your ministry in a mighty way.


Fear of being abandoned keeps 19-year-old Harmony Dust trapped in an abusive relationship. Tens of thousands of dollars in debt and struggling to get by, someone tells her how much money she can make as an exotic dancer. For the next 3 years, Harmony lives a double life as Monique, a dancer in a strip club.

"Scars and Stilettos" is Harmony's stark, honest, & ultimately hopeful story of how God found her in that dark, noisy place & led her back out. She has since completed an MA in Social Welfare & now leads Treasures, an organization helping women in the sex trade discover their true worth & value. For more information about Harmony or her book please visit her website: http://www.scarsandstilettos.com.

"You will want to get a copy for every person you know... Once you start this book, you will not be able to put it down. You will laugh, you will cry, you will be encouraged, you will fall in love with God all over again."

Holly Wagner, Author and Founder of GodChicks


"Harmony’s story is compelling evidence of how far the love of God reaches to heal broken lives and restore all that has been stolen. Scars and Stilettos is a must read for anyone who lives in despair and believes there is no way out. Harmony, as the founder of Treasures Ministries, has been a guest at Mercy Ministries to share her story with our residents, and the impact was great. Her life is now devoted to reaching out to those who are still living in the circumstances that she came out of, literally loving them to Christ. Harmony is living proof that in Christ, old things are passed away and all things are new."

Nancy Alcorn, Founder of Mercy Ministries

"The thing that blows me away about Harmony's story is that she showed back up. How easy would it be to never step foot in a strip club ever again. The pain, the memories, the past was all right there but she decided that this was not about her but the hundreds of women that remained in the clubs."

Craig Gross, Founder of XXX Church



Check out Harmony's Press Page for magazine articles and videos about her work with women in the sex-trade industry.





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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Win a Copy of Love Mercy





Today, I'm honored to share with you a tremendous new book by one of my favorite authors and her daughter - Lisa and Ty Samson. You can even win a copy for yourself by participating in the writing contest detailed below.

About the book, Love Mercy:

A Mother and Daughter's Journey from the American Dream to the Kingdom of God, having lived a life of plenty in suburban America, Lisa Samson and her eighteen-year-old daughter, Ty, thought they were traveling to Africa to minister to the people and chronicle the AIDS crisis devastating the continent. Their trip, they assumed, would be missional, merciful, giving.
Instead, they experienced a life-changing, soul-rattling journey.

As mother and daughter are confronted with incidents of child prostitution, preventable illness, poverty, oppression, abuse, and death so prevalent it leaves no time to mourn ... their journey takes a decidedly different tack.

Love Mercy confronts us directly with the AIDS crisis in Africa-in particular Swaziland, which has the highest AIDS rate in the world and where the average life expectancy is thirty-two years of age. Offering two unique perspectives, Lisa and Ty share the questions they encountered on their journey and tell the stories of those they met along the way-from the children themselves, to adult AIDS victims, to the compassionate mercy-givers who seek every day to alleviate their suffering.

Smiles in a place of aching sadness. Mercy in a place of heart-wrenching poverty. Two people transformed by God in ways, and places, they never expected, discovering that even in a land riddled with heartache ... Christ's love and redemption are ablaze.

About the Authors:

Lisa and Ty Samson


Lisa Samson is the author of over twenty-five books, including the Christy award-winning novel Songbird. Her novel, Quaker Summer was Christianity Today's novel of 2008. She is coauthor with her husband, Will, of Justice in the Burbs.

Ty Samson loves art, literature, playing upright bass, and baking bread. She enjoys working with children and serving at the East Seventh Street Center in downtown Lexington, Kentucky.
Learn more about Lisa at http://www.lisasamson.com/.

Contest:

Now for the writing contest. Entries should be posted by noon on Monday, April 19th. I'll announce a winner on Tuesday, the 20th. The winner will receive one copy of Love Mercy.

In the comments below, using 100-200 words, answer the following question:

In Love Mercy, Lisa and her daughter Ty expected to be used by God to transform others and were transformed themselves. Even in a place fraught with difficulties and heartache, they found Christ to be alive and his love evident.

When have you unexpectedly experienced God's transformation or seen evidence of his love and redemption in an unlikely place?






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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

One Special Book - Two Fun Contests

Today, I'm honored to share with you a beautiful gift book that you'll want to keep handy for times when words just don't suffice.


Words of Comfort for Times of Loss, written by Cecil Murphey and Liz Allison, serves a two-fold purpose: it helps you know what to say (and what not to say) when someone is grieving, and it provides a precious comfort to anyone in the midst of grief. The stories within are personal, relevant, and heart-warming. The illustrations by Michal Sparks are so beautiful you can't tear your eyes away.

About the book:

Through great personal loss, authors Cecil Murphey and Liz Allison have gained insight to share with others who are going through uncertainty, depression, and loneliness after losing a loved one. They also offer advice for those comforting someone who is grieving.

Among comforting paintings by artist Michal Sparks, brief stories, personal experiences, and prayers offer a meaningful path toward healing for readers when they:
  • feel alone and lost in their grief and want to reconnect with others and to life

  • seek to make sense of their loss alongside their sense of faith, purpose, and God
  • want to honor their loved one without clinging to the past in unhealthy ways
Readers are given gentle permission to grapple with doubt, seek peace, and reflect on loss in their own way without judgment and with understanding and hope. A perfect gift for a loved one dealing with loss and grief.


About the Authors:


Liz Allison was married to NASCAR driver Davey Allison until his tragic death in 1993. Widowed at 28 with two young children to raise, Liz faced the long journey of pain, loss, and grief with great faith. Committed to encouraging others, she returned to her work in TV reporting, has published eight books, and hosts a weekly radio show. Please visit http://www.lizallison.com/



Cecil Murphey is an international speaker and bestselling author who has written more than 100 books, including New York Times bestseller 90 Minutes in Heaven (with Don Piper). No stranger himself to loss and grief, Cecil has served as a pastor and hospital chaplain for many years, and through his ministry and books he has brought hope and encouragement to countless people around the world.

Why We Write About Loss

On the morning of July 12, 1992, my husband, Davey, left home like any other morning—he kissed my forehead and hugged our kids.That afternoon I answered a knock at the door, sensing something wasn’t quite right. When I glimpsed the faces of Davey’s two best friends—they didn't have to speak—the looks on their faces said it all.

That day, after lunch with his race team, Davey had hopped into his helicopter and taken an unplanned trip to the nearby Talladega Superspeedway to watch a buddy practice. Attempting to land in the infield, he had lost control of his helicopter and crashed. Although paramedics airlifted Davey to a Birmingham hospital, sixteen hours later he was pronounced dead.

Immediately following Davey’s death, I had to work through my grief enough to plan his funeral and make hundreds of small-but-significant decisions, all while maintaining the time and energy to care for our two young children, ages one and three. Well-wishing friends hovered around me and frequently asked, “What can I do for you?

Most of the time, I could only respond with a blank stare. Looking back, my friends could have done many things for me, but they didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t know what to tell them.

I hope the insights I have gained during the aftermath of Davey’s death will help you as you struggle with your own grief. —Liz

*******

Two weeks after my father suffered a ministroke, a massive stroke took his life. On the day of his funeral, my older brother, Ray, died of cancer. Over the next eighteen months, I lost two brothers-in-law and my mother.

On the Sunday after Dad’s and Ray’s funerals, a parishioner rushed up to me, hugged me, and said, “Pastor, I heard about the deaths. Were they saved?”

I honestly don’t remember what I answered, but I wanted to shout, “Does it matter right now? I hurt. I’m so filled with pain that I’m not sure I can handle the worship service today!”

In 2007, our house burned down. Our son-in-law, Alan, died in the fire. The next day, a neighbor pulled up in front of our burned house, got out of his car, and started to look around. “Where did he die?” he asked.

Through the years, I’ve met many like those two people. Maybe they didn’t know what to say. Perhaps they were so focused on what they cared about that they were unaware of my pain. Instead of helping me, those comments made me feel even worse. What I needed was compassion. I didn’t get that from either of them, but I can offer it to you.

That’s why we’ve written this book. —Cec



Contests:
We have two contests this week.

First, the authors and Kathy Carlton Willis Communications, are giving away a beautiful Grand Prize Basket.
The Grand Prize Giveaway includes:



Words of Comfort for Times of Loss

Heaven Is Real Gift Edition

90 Minutes in Heaven

Journal


Pens


Potato soup


Oyster crackers

Dove silky smooth milk chocolate

Dove silky smooth dark chocolate

Ultra-plush spa socks

Large gel eye mask

This special grand prize giveaway is designed especially for someone going through a difficult time. The winner can keep or pass along to someone who could use the pick-me-up.

Then, here at Pix-N-Pens, we're giving away a copy of Words of Comfort for Times of Loss.

To enter both contests, you just need to leave one comment below. In your comment, share one tip for dealing with grief. You can share a verse of Scripture that comforts you, or something you do to help someone else. And be sure to leave your e-mail address so we can contact you if you win.

You must leave a comment by next Thursday, April 8th, to qualify.




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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

You Could Win a Kindle! Details Inside ...

Just a quick note to tell you about a fun new contest where you could win an Amazon Kindle and a $25 Amazon gift card.





Trailer to the Stars wants YOUR opinion. Help pick the best book trailer video, and you're entered to win.





Head on over to Misty Taggart's site to vote for your favorite book trailer. Each voter gets an entry for the grand prize giveaway- A KINDLE! Hurry- midnight (PST) March 23, 2010 deadline.


Just in case the logo won't click like it should - here's the direct link:

http://www.trailertothestars.com/topvideotrailers.html


Have fun! And be sure to let us know if you win!


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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Christmas Contest Winners Announced

A computer crash, internet connectivity issues, a blown furnace motor, a lengthy cold spell with record-setting temperatures (before said furnace motor could be repaired), and a faulty memory (mine, not yet the computer's) all clashed these past two weeks into one huge headache, which caused me to forget yesterday. Please accept my sincerest apologies for making our contestants wait an extra day.

Before Christmas, we announced a contest and invited readers to enter their original Christmas stories. We then chose stories to post here on Pix-N-Pens during the month of December. Each story received a score.

Then we posted the finalists the first week of January, and asked for readers to vote on their favorites for the Reader's Choice award. The votes and the scores were combined to get the total score for each entry.

Congratulations to our winners:

Reader's Choice Favorite:
Fuzzy Marbles by Anita Howard
Anita will receive a huge box of books as her prize.


The winners of the 2009 Pixel-Perfect Christmas story contest are:

1st Place: Fuzzy Marbles by Anita Howard
Winner of $100 and a copy of A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009
2nd Place: Diana's Dinner Dilemma by Seema Bagai
Winner of $50 and a copy of A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009
3rd Place: The Birthday Tree by Seema Bagai
Winner of $25 and a copy of A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009


Congratulations!!

Thanks to all the writers who submitted entries - we loved reading your stories.

Readers - we've made all the stories available in a special book called A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009. You can purchase it on Amazon (see the link at the left) or check with any of the authors included in the book to see if they have copies available for sale:

Anita Howard
Seema Bagai
Jo Huddleston
Keith Brown
Kristine Lowder
Kathy Ide
Debbie Roome
Suzanne Williams
Phee Paradise


Plans for next year's contest will be announced this summer, so stay tuned.






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Monday, January 4, 2010

Vote for Your Favorite Christmas Story

Welcome to 2010, Pixels! We hope your holidays were special and memorable, and that you're eager to start a new year with love, hope, and faith.

Phee will post her first review of the year coming up later today, and the other columnists will return on their regular days, but right now, we're posting a poll to help determine the READER'S CHOICE Award for our Christmas Story Contest.

All stories in the poll can be found here on the blog. To make it easy, all the stories have been tagged, so if you'll click on the "Contest" tab above, you'll find all the entries right together.

Please vote only once. Please send your family and friends to vote, too. The poll will be open until midnight, January 15th.

On January 18th, we'll announce the winners for all contests.

The READER'S CHOICE winner will receive a HUGE box of books. The Pixel-Perfect winners (chosen by PnP) will receive cash prizes.

Cast your vote now:









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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Birthday Tree

The Birthday Tree
by Seema Bagai



“Mommy, when will we get our Christmas tree?” Kerrie twirled around the kitchen as her mother prepared dinner. Gusts of warm, humid air blew in through the unscreened window. Pauline glimpsed the farmers returning from the rice paddies as the sun faded behind the palm tree-lined horizon.

“Sweetie, we can’t have one this year. Pine trees don’t grow in this part of India.”

Kerrie stopped mid-twirl and planted her fists on her hips. “But, we have to have a tree. We just have to. Where will we put the presents?”

“We’ll have one next year when we’re back home.”

Sensing a storm gathering across her daughter’s face, Pauline said, “How about you talk to your daddy when he comes home?”

Over dinner, Kerrie appealed to Russ for a Christmas tree. “Even a fake one. Please. It doesn’t feel like Christmas at all around here.”

While she cleared the table, Pauline observed her husband frown in concentration, as an idea flickered in his dark eyes.

* * *

On Christmas Eve, Pauline peeled potatoes while her mind wandered home to Ohio. She imagined driving through the snow-covered streets to the tree farm where Russ would cut the perfect pine for their living room. Then they would untangle lights and hang ornaments, the tree’s woodsy scent filling the room.

A thump jolted Pauline from her December daydream and she wandered into the front room to investigate. She found Russ and Kerrie standing beside a potted palm tree.

“Look, Mommy. We have a Christmas tree. Daddy said that where Jesus was born they had trees like this. I can’t wait to decorate it.” Kerrie’s face glowed with excitement. “First, I have to go tell Mala,” she called as she dashed outside to the neighbor’s house.

“It’s the one from the clinic verandah,” Russ said. “I explained that Kerrie wanted a tree for Christmas and they said I could borrow this one for a few days. None of them has seen a Christmas tree before.”

As her husband dragged the squat plant across the room, Pauline pined over the boxes of ornaments and lights sitting in their attic in Akron.

Kerrie returned and announced that the neighbors can’t wait to see a Christmas tree.

How will we decorate this thing? Pauline wondered. To buy some time, she ordered Kerrie to complete her chores. The clinic staff, and now the neighbors, was invited for a Christmas Eve meal. Now they would be expecting to see a decorated tree.

“Russ, I know your heart is in the right place. But, how can we decorate it? We don’t have ornaments or tinsel or anything.”

Russ leaned over and gave his wife a peck on the cheek. “You always had the best decorated home in the neighborhood. You’ll think of something.” He went into the kitchen singing, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”

The village had a general store crammed with everything from toothpaste to turmeric, so Pauline ambled over there, hoping to find inspiration tucked somewhere on an overstuffed shelf. She scanned the merchandise and found nothing resembling a Christmas ornament.

“What you need today?” the shopkeeper asked. “I help.”

Pauline sighed. “Gopal, it’s Christmas. Russ brought home a tree for us to decorate. But I see you don’t have anything like that.”

“Decorations? Is it birthday?” Gopal called out something in Telegu to a boy in the loft above him. Before Pauline could correct the shopkeeper, the boy threw down several small packages which Gopal caught. He thrust them at Pauline who examined the contents and smiled.

“I think this might work. Thank you.” She counted out some rupees and handed them to Gopal.
“Who birthday it is?”

Pauline started to correct him, but changed her mind and smiled. “It’s Jesus’ birthday.”

“Who Jesus? I not know of anyone here with that name.”

“Come to our house tonight. Bring your family. We will tell you about Jesus.”

Back at home, Pauline showed Russ and Kerrie the packages she bought.

“Mommy, where are the ornaments and that long sparkly stuff?”

“Well, this is all they had at the shop. Christmas is Jesus’ birthday, so I figured we could decorate the tree with these streamers and balloons.”

With a squeal of delight, Kerrie tore open one of the bags. She and Russ blew up the multicolored balloons, while Pauline unrolled a spool of crepe paper and wound the red strips around the palm tree. She tied a long piece into a bow and taped it to the plant’s pot. The family sang as they set the balloons on the broad leaves and tucked them between the branches.

In the evening, their guests poured into the house and marveled at the transformed tree. Gopal arrived with his wife and children. He clutched a string of marigolds and scanned the room.
“Where Jesus?” He held up the garland. “I give for birthday.”

Russ chuckled. “He’s not here. Let me explain.”

Everyone sat on the floor in front of the tree. Russ told the guests about the first Christmas as one of the clinic nurses translated the story into Telegu. He then explained that the Christmas tree was a symbol to remind everyone of Jesus’ birth.

Gopal stood up. “I put on tree for Jesus.” He held out the garland.

“Sure,” Russ said and gestured to the tree. Gopal draped the circle of orange flowers around the tree.

The guests drifted into the kitchen, while Kerrie lingered to admire the family’s unusually decorated tree. “Happy birthday, Jesus,” she whispered.

Read the previous story, "Highly Favored" by Jo Huddleston.


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Monday, December 21, 2009

Highly Favored

Highly Favored

by Jo Huddleston


Mary walked a short distance from the back of her family’s house toward a stand of trees. She stopped and stood in the shade of a sycamore fig tree, reflecting on her obscure village in the hills of Galilee. Mary was content to help her family all she could around their lowly home, but she always wondered about other people in distant places.


She plucked a pear-shaped fig from the sycamore tree and sat, leaning back against the tree trunk. A light breeze fanned across her face as she bit into the sweet fruit. Mary savored it slight fragrance and gave in to her daydreaming. Like many young girls, she longed for things and places she’d never seen.

Nothing exciting ever happens here in Nazareth. We live in such a sleepy village. I’m sure it’s not this dull in Jerusalem or Bethlehem.

In her gentle meditation, Mary’s imagination drifted to all the things she wanted to do, things she would never get to do. But she knew her life would never change. She would become the wife of Joseph, a common carpenter, and remain in Nazareth the reset of her days.

Lulled into her dreary reverie, Mary could never have suspected just how wrong she was. She didn’t know God intended her life for something greater than the world had ever known.

Suddenly an angel named Gabriel stood before Mary.

“Mary, God has sent me to you. He favors you above all others. The Lord is with you.”

Mary glanced all around, believing that Gabriel spoke to someone else. Why is he greeting me such a way? She was troubled at Gabriel’s words and wondered why he said these flattering words to her.

“You surely aren’t speaking to me, are you?”

“Mary don’t be afraid. God has chosen you for a special honor. You will have a son and you are to name Him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give Him the throne of His father God, and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever; His kingdom will never end.”

She looked around her again, then back at Gabriel. “Jewish mothers through the ages have longed for this honor, to be the one to bear the Messiah. Why has God given me this privilege?”

“God favors you above all others. You will give birth to the Son of God.”

“But how will this be, since I am a virgin?”

The angel answered, “You will be under the influence of the Holy Spirit and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Even your relative Elizabeth is going to have a baby in her old age. You know she was said to be barren and now she is in her sixth month. Nothing is impossible with God.”

Mary’s heart thrilled at this angelic message that God chose her to impart and mold the human nature of His Son.

“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary said to Gabriel. “May it happen as you have said. I will let the Word of God guide my desires.”

* * *

“Joseph, Elizabeth is having a baby!”

“That can’t be true. She’s old and barren. How could this happen?”

“It’s a blessing from God in her old age.”

“It would have to be so, because it’s a miracle,” Joseph said.

“Joseph, speaking of miracles, I have something to tell you.”

Joseph gave Mary his devoted attention.

“Joseph, an angel visited me and spoke a message from God to me.”

A slight smile crept across Joseph’s face.

“What?” Mary said. “What are you smiling about?”

“Did this angel give you a message about a baby?”

“Yes . . .”

“Mary, an angel came to me also. I know you’re with child. And I know the child is sent from God.”

“And we’re to name Him Jesus?” Mary said.

“Yes, Jesus! Mary, you are highly favored to be the mother of the Messiah,” He took her hands in his.

“You can still marry me, then?”

“Yes, we will not question the Word of God. This, too, is a divine act from the Lord. We will be a part of the miraculous birth of the promised Savior!”

* * *

Months later, Joseph and Mary journeyed to Bethlehem to register for the ordered census of the entire Roman Empire. The crowds, who came to the city for the same reason, filled all the places to stay overnight. Finally, Joseph found an innkeeper who allowed them to stay in his stable. Joseph situated Mary in their humble quarters just in time, for that night she delivered her baby boy.

On the hillsides outside of Bethlehem, a host of angels heralded the birth of Jesus to shepherds. The shepherds came to where the angel said Jesus and His earthly parents would be found. Knowing a Savior had been born, they could do nothing less than tell such good news to everyone they met.

Mary marveled at this holy child from God. I am the mother of the Divine King of the Ages. She watched and listened as the word of her child’s birth spread among the people. Mary treasured up all these happenings and pondered them in her heart. I will forever be entwined with the One Who is the hope of the world; the promises Messiah, Jesus, forever the infinite heart of Christmas.

Read the previous story, "The True Twelve Days of Christmas" by Kathy Ide.



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Monday, December 14, 2009

Diana's Dinner Dilemma

Diana’s Dinner Dilemma

by Seema Bagai


“It’s your turn this year, Diana,” Vanessa announces.

I take a sip of after-dinner coffee and stare blankly at my sister-in-law, wondering what Marshall family tradition I’d be dragged into this time. “My turn?” I sputter.

“The Christmas Eve dinner, of course. Since you and Logan are going to be in town this year, I figured you could host it. You’re always raving about your grandmother’s recipes.” I feel my temperature rise and I know it isn’t because I am sitting with my back to the fireplace.

“Sure,” I reply with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. “We would be happy to have all of you over.” Why can’t we go to Mom’s again this year? I know Logan and I agreed to alternate holidays between our families. Going is one thing, but hosting is something else entirely.

In the flurry of shopping, decorating, and baking, not to mention work and choir practice, I procrastinate on setting the menu for the big meal. The Sunday before Christmas, I pull out the recipe box Gram had made and given to me as a wedding present. I’m sure she included all the Christmas recipes in here.

I settle down at the kitchen table with some freshly-baked gingersnaps and a steaming mug of cocoa to peruse the recipe box. Memories of Christmas dinners with Gram and Grampa make my mouth water.

Roast turkey with savory stuffing. That would be a perfect main dish. I can picture the bird being presented on the platter Aunt Becky gave us. Wait. Vanessa is a vegetarian. Or is she vegan? What’s the difference anyway? Clicking open the web browser on my laptop, I find something called tofurkey. I print out the information and move on to the side dishes.

Since the fake turkey comes with stuffing, I don’t need to make any extra. Oh, but Logan’s father is gluten intolerant. He can’t have the bread stuffing. I’ll make wild rice instead. There’s a coupon in the paper for a box of instant rice.

Garlic seasoned mashed potatoes. Mashing them was always my job. But, they are also made with milk. Logan’s brother, Liam, is lactose intolerant. I’ll just serve plain boiled potatoes. Guess that means no egg nog for him, either. Better pick up a bottle of apple cider.

A tossed salad should be safe. I’ll be sure to have some fat free dressing on the side for Logan’s mother who is always reading labels and counting calories. What else? Green bean casserole with crispy onions. I scan the recipe card and realize it’s made with cream of mushroom soup. Logan has a mushroom aversion. He won’t even touch the other food if there is a mushroom somewhere on the table. I’ll just serve steamed green beans.

Dessert. The cookies are already baked. Hang on. Liam’s wife is a diabetic. There are sugar free cookies at the store. I’ll make sure to have some. Of course, we have to have Gram’s prize-winning pecan pie. No, better not. Vanessa’s husband, Neil, has a life-threatening nut allergy. Fruit? That should be safe. But what fruit is fresh in December? Apples I guess.

I study the menu before making a grocery list:

  • Tofurkey
  • Rice
  • Boiled potatoes
  • Green beans
  • Tossed salad
  • Cider
  • Apple slices


As much as I’m trying, I can’t picture all these dishes arranged on the dinner table. It does not look at all like the festive Christmas dinner I pictured. It looks like something they would serve in a hospital. But, if I serve them the dinner Gram used to make, the one I really want to have, one or more of my guests will end up spending Christmas in the hospital. Won’t that give Vanessa something to talk about?

I can’t serve this meal. Nothing on this menu says “Christmas dinner” to me. Well, except for the cookies. There has to be a better option.

After a few clicks on the computer, I have an idea. Grabbing the phone, I dial a number.

“Good afternoon, Bayside Inn,” said the voice on the other end.

“I’d like to make reservations for eight people for Christmas Eve dinner.”



Read the previous story, "The Christmas Story" by Suzanne Williams.

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

How to Mix a Merry Christmas

How to Mix a Merry Christmas
by Keith Brown


One day while Jimmy Jenkins was waiting at the mall.

He made a list for Santa Claus, one hundred toys in all.

A bike, a train, and a video game were just a few, you see.

Everything a child could want beneath the Christmas tree.


When old Saint Nick placed little Jimmy gently on his knee.

He read the list of all the gifts to bring on Christmas Eve.

But there was something wrong with a list so long, and Santa made it clear.

There are many more important things this special time of year.


He said, "Christmastime is more than just the candy canes and toys.

It's the time we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, our Lord.

With so many blessings we receive we should not make a fuss.

So listen now and I'll tell you how to Mix a Merry Christmas."


"Take a dash of holiday spirit and a pinch of frosty snow.

Then you mix it all together with a jolly Ho-Ho-Ho.

Give a great big hug to the one's you love. Sing songs of joy and glee.

That's how to Mix a Merry Christmas, it's a Yuletide recipe!"


"But Santa," little Jimmy said. "These toys are not for me.

They're for all the other boys and girls you might not get to see.

I know that you're so busy, Santa, with all you have to do.

I'd like to see these friends of mine have a Merry Christmas too."


"The bike is for my best friend Tommy, the train is for his brother Bill.

The video game is for Sarah James and her little sister Jill.

And for all the other kids I know who could use a special treat.

Please Santa, if you make it so this Christmas can't be beat."


Then Santa raised the little man and hugged with all his might.

A tear rolled down his rosy cheek that glowed like colored lights.

"Dear Little Jimmy," Santa said, "It warms my heart to see -

Someone who cares as much as you of others and their needs."


"I'm so very glad we met today for I have learned so much.

And I think now you have taught me how to Mix a Merry Christmas!"


"Take a dash of holiday spirit and a pinch of frosty snow.

Then you mix it all together with a jolly Ho-Ho-Ho.

Give a great big hug to the one's you love. Sing songs of joy and glee.

That's how to Mix a Merry Christmas, it's a Yuletide recipe!"






Read our previous story, Fuzzy Marbles, by Anita Howard.



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Monday, December 7, 2009

Fuzzy Marbles

We hope you'll enjoy this fiction piece submitted by Anita Howard. We'll publish fiction on Monday and Wednesday and true stories on Fridays.

Fuzzy Marbles

by Anita Howard


I never wanted to hurt Jack. The scissors may as well have been gouging out my own insides. I’d always harbored a soft spot for him, though he wasn’t the finest I’d seen.

Then again, maybe that’s the reason I loved him. Maybe that’s why it ached all the more when the old woman made me rip his seams wide open.

Momma had bought me the teddy bear when I was five. She’d just finished her shift at the Harbor View Church’s garage sale. Having rescued me from the childcare section, she steered us through the card-table displays. Upon seeing Jack, I begged—so desperate in my pleas that Momma finally surrendered.

Jack’s fur hadn’t the charm of breakfast toast. A fuzzy orange hide swaddled his plump body. He looked like a pumpkin with hair. And his eyes weren’t glazed like chocolate drops. In fact, in the place of eyes were two pits surrounded by black stains, as if he were a jack-o-lantern with smoke lining the socket edges.

Momma paid three nickels for the toy, dusted off the satin bronze and black striped vest that seemed so out of place, then handed Jack to me, wondering aloud how I could ever want something so ugly.

But I did want him. I loved him with all the unbiased passion of a five-year-old. Each time I nuzzled the mustard-vanilla scent of his fur, I heard a rolling deep within his chest, as if a hundred glass hearts purred mutual affection.

Over the next four years, Jack became my dearest friend. When I caught my finger in Ned Templeton’s teeth, it was Jack that walloped the bully across his head. When my grandma-ma tripped over a flower pot and broke her hip, it was Jack that comforted me and Momma at the hospital. And when Daddy left town with his secretary, it was Jack that sat on my pillow, keeping my daddy’s reading spot warm, in case he ever decided to come home.

On my ninth birthday, my playmate Emily from next door moved away. I cried, but Momma assured me that we would still be stuck together. The true glue of friendship was in the memories left behind.

Emily’s house, a Cape Cod with butter-rum trim, took only a month to sell. The buyers were fellow members of Harbor View Church, a middle-aged couple by the name of Annesley. On a biting October afternoon, Momma and I helped them move in as the sky spit down iced rain, leaving welts the size of chigger bites on our skin.

Inside the house, the grown-ups piled feather quilts on a bed in the back room, lined the bay window with chiffon curtains, and spread rugs along the wooden floor. They hung pictures of black and white, all the more fascinating for their lack of color. And lastly, they placed a large fishbowl next to the bed filled with a kaleidoscope of gumdrops.

I munched on chocolate cookies and heard morsels of conversation between bites. Mr. Annesley’s mother, Nanna Annesley, had lost her memories. They wanted her room stocked with her favorite things, because she would be locked within for her own safety, having a tendency to wander.

That night at home, snuggled beneath my quilt with Jack, I wondered if maybe the reason Nanna Annesley liked to wander was to look for those sticky memories she had lost. I fell asleep, listening to the roll of Jack’s many hearts beneath my ear.

When Nanna Annesley arrived, we toted crochet threads and cooking magazines – items Mr. Annesley had mentioned were favorite pastimes in his mother’s earlier years. I wanted to bring Jack along, but Momma needed extra hands to carry the gifts, so the bear stayed behind.

Nanna Annesley sat unmoving in the rocker with the fishbowl of gumdrops nestled in her lap. Her crumpled face was like a doll’s: too vacant to be fully alive, but too thoughtful to be discounted as a mere fixture. I stayed with her while Momma and Mrs. Annesley made coffee in the kitchen.

When I tried to talk, Nanna responded by stuffing a handful of gumdrops in her mouth and smacking until a rainbow drizzled down her chin.

Deciding to read to her, I picked up a magazine. “It says here,” I managed in my most mature nine-year-old diction, “that the proper drink to serve with grilled salmon is a heavily-oaked chardonnay.” I wrinkled my nose, wondering what tree bark had to do with wine.

Nanna hunched in her rocker. A stump, a pillow, an empty, slobbery shell.

Undaunted, I read on, finding an exotic recipe for almond-deviled eggs. When I read where the yolk and almond mixture were to be stuffed into the hollowed out egg-whites, Nanna Annesley’s eyes came alive.

She rocked her chair so fiercely, the gumdrops fell from the bowl and rolled beneath the bed … some stopping to rest on the rugs. As I knelt down to pick up the candy, the old woman leaned close.

“Fuzzy marbles,” she said. Then she sat straight again, leaving me frozen in the wake of her sugary scented breath.

In the following weeks, I visited Nanna Annesley daily, though never thought to bring Jack along. We kept busy enough without him. Whether crocheting, sipping hot tea spiked with gumdrops, or watching the weather change through the bay window—the only two words Nanna ever said were, “Fuzzy marbles.” I finally realized that having lost her marbles, she could think of nothing but finding them again.

December brought holly and tinsel, and a world masked beneath a gloss of ice and retail promises. Seeking the perfect present for Nanna, I jumped directly in front of her son one day, causing him to drop a shovel heavy with snow.

“Does Nanna Annesley like toys?” I asked.

He grinned. “Grown-up toys are different, Lambie. Her playthings are the magazines, the candy, and the rainbow threads she crochets with.”

This didn’t satisfy me. I began to suspect that maybe this was the reason the old woman never seemed happy. “Has she ever had any real toys?”

“Ah.” From his wallet, Mr. Annesley fished a black and white picture. Sitting on a stack of wood, a little girl with bright eyes clutched a teddy bear, so similar to Jack it could have been his twin brother, though much newer and lacking the satiny-striped vest.

“Is that Nanna?” I asked.

Mr. Annesley grinned. “Seventy years ago. She named the bear Fuzzy. Came from a line of popular toys called Stuffies. Had deep pockets in their chests. Kid’s could hide things and stitch the bears closed, so as never to lose their heart’s dearest treasure.”

A strange, prickly feeling crept into my own chest. “What color was the bear … do you know?”

“Sure do. Nanna gave him to me as a boy. He was orange. I was rough with him, though. I gouged out the eyes, then burned the sockets with a magnifying glass.” He grinned again and pulled his toboggan lower over red-tipped ears. “Even tried to get to the treasure. But Nanna caught me. She stitched that bear back up, sewed on a vest, and hid him away in the attic.”

Mr. Annesley picked up his shovel and scratched the top of his covered head. “Funny thing. We lost that bear four years ago. Think he fell into a box meant for the church garage sale.”

As my neighbor returned to his work, I took the long way home, feet winding endless trails in the snow.

That night, I slept one last time with Jack. On Christmas Eve morning, I christened his orange fur with tears, memorized the song of his rolling hearts, and wrapped him in crinkly tissue paper.

Nanna’s reaction to the gift didn’t disappoint. Never had a crinkled face looked lovelier. Never had a toothless smile looked more seamless. Holding out a trembling hand, she offered her crochet scissors. Without a word, I unbuttoned the vest, and with an aching heart, snipped open Jack’s chest to reveal a box of marbles.

As I handed them to her, Nanna looked up and whispered, “Thank you.” And I basked in the gumdrop afterglow of her breath.

The night after Christmas, Nanna Annesley died. At her funeral, her son gave thanks that on Christmas Eve, his mother spoke in great length of her past, as if she’d never lost those memories to begin with. There was one story in particular he shared, of how his parents first met as children—arguing over a game of marbles.

I wiped my cheeks and hugged my special Christmas gift even tighter, tracing the new stitches along the bear’s middle. Then I looked at the casket and shook Jack, slightly reminiscent of the rolling I would never again hear within his chest.

But I knew it couldn’t be helped. My dearest treasure wouldn’t roll … wouldn’t even crackle. Because gumdrops had the tendency to stick together, just like friends.

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Read the previous story: "Where the Lovelight Gleams" by Kristine Lowder.


Friday, December 4, 2009

"Where the Lovelight Gleams"

Today, we begin posting stories submitted for our Christmas contest. True stories will be posted on Fridays, fiction will be posted on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was thrilled at the quality of submissions this year - and hope all our Pixels will show support for the authors selected. I'll post details about our book, A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009, next week.

Today, we welcome Kristine Lowder, with her touching, true story.



“Where the Lovelight Gleams”
by Kristine Lowder



I paused and winced. The velvet voice of Johnny Mathis pierced the frosty night air:

I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me . . .

Did Johnny know he was singing to a homeless person? Newcomers to a new state in search of work and a more family-friendly locale, Christmas 2002 found us over 1,000 miles away from close family and good friends--unemployed, flat broke, and without our own home.

Two cross-country moves in three months wiped out our bank account and wreaked havoc with job search efforts. Invited to move in with relatives in another state, we gingerly resettled in a shared housing arrangement until we could get on our feet and get our own place. Promising leads didn’t pan out. Unexpected plant closures and lay-offs made jobs scarce to nonexistent.

With Christmas just around the corner money was tight; bills piled high, and hope a snickering stranger. My four sons eagerly anticipated the holiday, but I dreaded the approach of December. There may have been “snow and mistletoe,” but “presents on the tree”?

Not a chance.

Sniffling, I mumbled to the Lord of Christmas, “What about Christmas? We can do without, but what about our kids? If anything or anyone is going to light up Christmas this year, it’s all up to You.”

My oldest son hid his disappointment behind a painful grimace as I explained, “Dad and I can’t buy anything for Christmas this year. There’s no money” I sighed, trying to gently lower his 11 year-old expectations. I don’t know who was more frustrated or dejected--Daniel or me.

Sniffles and wet eyes erupted from Nathan, then-age 10, as he grappled with the grim reality of too much month at the end of the money--even at Christmas. Sammy, age 7, blinked back tears as Josiah, age three, was perhaps too young to fully understand.

It was more than I could bear. I comforted my boys as best I could, then dashed outside and poured out my heart to the King of Christmas.

“Lord Jesus, You’ve always provided for our needs. I know that Christmas gifts aren’t exactly a `need,’ but I’m not asking for myself. Could You please, please find some way to supply Christmas for my boys? You’re all we have.”

The doorbell rang on December 21. Decked out in red Santa caps, seasonal sweaters and jingle bells, four elderly ladies stood on the porch, wreathed in smiles.

“Kristine?” a silver-haired grandma type inquired. I nodded tentatively, not recognizing anyone.

“We’re from TOPS (Take Off Pounds Sensibly)” Pat began, indicating her grinning companions. “JoAnne is one of our members. She played her guitar at your church last week. She met you in the kitchen and heard your story. We planned on adopting just one family this Christmas, but our members gave so generously that we had enough gifts for two families. We didn’t know who else to choose until JoAnne mentioned you,” Pat explained, amethyst eyes twinkling. “We brought over a few things for you and your family. Hope you don’t mind.”

I opened the door, speechless.

“A few things” turned out to be enough gift-wrapped presents to outfit the entire Third Army. Ditto the new clothes, Wal-Mart gift cards, school supplies, and winter gear. Not to mention enough groceries to feed a small country--or four growing boys. The TOPS ladies also brought four felt stockings bulging with age-appropriate gifts and fresh fruit for each boy.

Peals of delight rang in Christmas morning. “Can we fix it? Yes we can!” Josiah pranced around the house with his new Bob the Builder toys. Daniel dashed outside to dribble his new basketball. Nathan tossed his new football to Sammy, who was deeply engrossed in his latest Lite Brite magnum opus. Amid the joyous hubbub, the last stanza of the Mathis classic swelled:

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams . . .

Knee-deep in Christmas wrapping paper, ribbon, tinsel, gifts and food, I sank to my knees in wordless thanks. I may have been home "If only in my dreams,” but God’s “lovelight” gleamed beacon-bright through the kindness and generosity of total strangers.

I now know that “The Homeless" occupy a special place in the heart of the King of Christmas. Homeless once Himself, the light of His fathomless, faithful love may blaze especially bright for those whose only home and hope are in Him.





Read Wednesday's story, "Thank You, Amen" by Elizabeth M. Harbuck with Marley Gibson.



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Another Winner and Another Contest!

We held a contest all through the month of November to give away a copy of Christmas Miracles. The winner of our November contest is:

Deborah Bolack

Congratulations, Deborah! We'll get your book out to you soon!


Pixels, we'll do the same thing again during December! Any one leaving a comment on any post during the month will receive an entry for a chance to win a copy of Christmas Miracles AND A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009 (I'll provide details about this book next week.) So just leave a comment on at least one other post (besides this one) for your chance to win!





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Monday, November 30, 2009

A Month of Christmas Stories

Greetings, Pixels! I hope your Thanksgiving weekend was filled with love, laughter, joy, peace, and fun - and plenty of awesome food and awesome football wins. (Or shopping trips ...)

Tomorrow, we're going to start a month of something a bit different. I wanted Debbie, Suzanne, Phee, and Kathy to have time to celebrate the season with their families, so I gave them a month off. Instead of their regular columns, we'll provide Christmas stories written by all of us, and by some of you! The first week of January, we'll post a list of contest finalists, and you'll get to vote on your favorites - your votes will count for half the total score for each entry, so please stop in daily to read all the entries. Of course, the staff of PnP won't be in the contest, but we want to share our stories, too, just for your reading pleasure.

I'm looking forward to this month, and hope you are, too. See you tomorrow.

UPDATE: A clarification upon request - If you submitted a story to the contest, and it is chosen for publication in Pix-N-Pens and/or A Pixel-Perfect Christmas, you will be notified within the next few days. Your story could appear in one or both places, and could be chosen as one of the finalists for readers to vote on in January. Hope that makes sense!






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Friday, November 13, 2009

You Could Win a GORGEOUS Christmas Basket!

The Christmas Miracles book we featured here at the end of October is on an awesome blog tour. The publicity team, Kathy Carlton Willis Communications, is giving away a BEAUTIFUL Christmas gift basket filled with all sorts of goodies and two copies of Christmas Miracles.

Since we'd already featured the book, I didn't participate in this tour, but you can STILL enter to win the contest. Below, you'll find a list of participating blogs. Just pop over to any or all of them, leave a relevant comment, and you'll be entered to win. I'd LOVE for one of our Pixels to win, so if you're chosen, send me a note and we'll announce it here!

I'm also interviewed today on Teresa Slack's blog Joy in the Journey, so come on over for a visit!

Oh, and before I forget, we just learned that the publisher of Christmas Miracles, St. Martin's Press, has given permission to share four stories from the book, so we'll feature those stories here at Pix-N-Pens sometime after Thanksgiving.


Now, here's the list of participating bloggers - stop by and leave a comment for your chance to win! Tell them Tracy at Pix-N-Pens sent you.

Cindy Scinto Blog
Melanie Writes
Homeschool Blogger
Christmas Miracles 2009
Written By Faith
Blogs of Books
Sunnybrook MeanderingsWyn is Reading Books
Joy in the Journey
Abundant Blessings
My Heart Belongs to Books
One Man Revival
Amuzing Mom
Dancing Word
Wendi's Book Corner
Faith Creativity Life
Finding Hope Through Christian Fiction
Carly Bird Home
Cindy's Love of Books
Connected to Christ
PPW
Tinsley Troup
Unfettered Designs
My Book Bliss
Come Meet Aus Jenny
Canadian Lady Bug Reviews
Reviews and Reflections
Gatorz Skunks and Mudcats
The Nearsighted Bookworm
The Radical Write
His Reading List
The Thinking Girl's Guide
Everything's Coming Up Daisies
PWNmom
Are They All Yours
Seed Thoughts
Christy's Book Blog
Net's Notes
Enroute to Life
Janey's Muse
Growing for Christ
Pam T's Blog
Amusing Mom Speaks
Word Up



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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

We have a Winner!

Congratulations to MARIA MORGAN, winner of last week's contest. Maria, look for your copy of Christmas Miracles to arrive soon!

Tim and I are reading through these stories now - restraining ourselves to one per day - and decided we'll need to buy stock in some tissue! Each story makes us cry tears of joy!

We serve such an awesome God! He alone is worthy of all our praise.




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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Fun Interview Celebrates Christmas Miracles

Today, continuing our celebration of Christmas Miracles, we feature a fun interview between the two authors. Be sure to check out yesterday's two posts for your chance to win a copy of Christmas Miracles or to participate in our special writing contest for your chance to win one of three cash prizes or a huge box of books.



Interview with Cecil “Cec” Murphey
by Marley Gibson
Co-authors of Christmas Miracles, from St. Martin’s Press



I am extremely privileged to have the opportunity today to talk to my friend and co-author, Cecil “Cec” Murphey, and to chat about our newly released book, Christmas Miracles.

Marley: Cec, thanks for spending some time with me today.

Cec: Marley, it's great that you could take time away from important things like making a living to spend a little time with me.

Marley: I’m so jazzed about our Christmas Miracles book that’s coming out soon. I’ve had a lot of questions from folks wanting to know how we met, what brought us together, etc. So, I thought we’d do a back and forth on how it all came to be. Of course, I have to give props to our amazing agent and friend, Deidre Knight, for bringing us together. For those of you who don’t know, Cec co-authored the runaway New York Times bestselling hit 90 Minutes in Heaven with Don Piper.

Cec: I have to say thanks to Deidre Knight as well. Between Deidre and my assistant, Twila Belk, I've been able to sell quite a few books. 90 Minutes in Heaven has been my big book. I'm also proud of a book I wrote in 1990 called Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story. The book has never been out of print and has hit close to four million in sales. Early this year, Cuba Gooding Jr. starred in the made-for-TV film version.

Marley: That’s amazing! You are truly prophetic and definitely “the man behind the words.” Now, people ask how we teamed up. Sadly, there was a personal tragedy that brought Cec and me together as friends.

Cec: True. In early 2007, our house burned and our son-in-law died. Aside from the grief over Alan, we lost everything. Deidre and Jan, my-then-assistant, sent the word out of our tragedy without telling me. I'm immensely grateful for every gift people sent, but I probably wouldn't have admitted I needed help and wouldn't have asked. They taught me how much we need other people.

Marley: Deidre put out a call to other clients of The Knight Agency, to help Cec and his family out in any way in their time of need. At the time, my company was moving and we were cleaning house. We had a ton of office supplies that we were either going to throw away or give to some of the charities the company worked with. I got my boss’ permission to send a large care package to Cec…full of office supplies for him to re-stock his writer’s office. You name it…post-its, staples, paper clips, pens, pencils, markers, white out, ruler, scissors, paper, notebooks, notepads, envelopes, a laptop case, tape, glue, folders, binder clips…etc. A veritable potpourri of office delights. I was hoping that it would help Cec have a sense of getting his office back so he could keep working.

Cec: Marley's gift was the most unexpected I received. We hadn't met, although Deidre Knight had spoken of her many times and kept telling me she was wonderful. I wonder if you can imagine what it was like for me to open that box from someone I didn't know. I saw all those practical things for my office and yelled for my wife. I felt as if I were reading a first-grade book. "Look! Look and see! Oh, look!" I was overwhelmed by the gift and even more to receive it from a stranger. Those supplies were the most practical gift anyone could have given me. I'm still using black paper clips and red folders from Marley.

Marley: Awww…thanks, Cec! I didn’t have to think twice about doing it. Writing is such a solitary “sport,” but the writing community always astounds me with how they help their own. Not long after that, over plates of spinach and Gouda omelets, Deidre introduced me to Cec in person and I was thrilled to finally meet the man behind the words. Deidre knew we needed to work on a project together and thus began our brainstorming. What did you think of that first meeting, Cec, and cooking up the idea to work together?

Cec: Deidre and I had already spoken about a Christmas book and I had some idea about what it should contain, but nothing had come together. One day Deidre told me that Marley was coming to visit her and she wanted us to work together on a Christmas project. Marley and I talked before we ate and again during the meal. Everything felt right to me. I knew my strengths and Marley knew hers (and Deidre knew both of us). Everything clicked. Marley, a far better networker than I am, immediately sent out the word for submissions. Within days she had almost four times more than we could use. (She read every one of them!)

Marley: I was truly impressed with the submissions we received and it was hard narrowing it down to the ones we chose for the book. We’re fortunate to have such a go-getter agent in Deidre Knight. Cec, can you share how the whole idea of Christmas Miracles came about and what you thought of the project originally?

Cec: For me, it actually started while I was on the rapid-rail train from the Atlanta airport when I listened to teens talk about Christmas and it was mostly about gifts. I had the idea then, but nothing really came together. Months later when Deidre I and had a meeting, she brought up the idea of a compilation and mentioned my working with Marley. I've been Deidre Knight's client since 1997 and I've learned to listen carefully when she comes up with an idea. I said yes before she gave me all the information.

Marley: That’s the truth about Deidre! Getting back to those submissions, Iwant to say we got more than two hundred submissions for Christmas Miracles. So many wonderful stories to read through and select for the book. It was a challenge to pick and choose which ones were right for the book, but I loved every minute of it. After I chose the entries that would go into the book, Cec toiled long hours editing the works for a unified voice. What was the biggest challenge you found in the editing process, Cec?

Cec: I've been a ghostwriter and collaborator for twenty-plus years and this was a switch to give the book a unified voice—which was mine. It would have been easier to stay with each writer's voice, but the book—like many compilations—would have been uneven in tone and quality. When I discussed this via email with our delightful editor, Rose Hilliard, she was (to my surprise) familiar with my work. She told me she liked the warm tone of my writing and that I don't waste words. "That's the voice we want," she said. It still wasn't easy, but it was an exciting challenge. After Marley and I agreed on the stories and gave them that unified voice, our editor pulled six contributions. Although different, Rose felt they were too similar to other stories.

Marley: Can you give our readers a preview of the book? A favorite story perhaps…or one that moved you to tears? (I have to say the little boy who wished for nothing but to be able to read a book all the way through because of his stutter had me bawling when I read the submission.)

Cec: That's not fair! I liked them all. The one that touched me most, however, is the last story in the book, "Sean's Question." We had almost finished the book and I was teaching at a conference in Florida. I felt we needed one strong story at the end. Despite all the good ones, I didn't feel fully satisfied to conclude the book. On the last day of the conference, I met a conferee named Sara Zinn for a consultation. As we talked, I mentioned Christmas Miracles and that I still needed one more story. "I have a Christmas story," she said and told me about Sean. As I listened, tears filled my eyes—but, being the macho type I am, I was sure it was an allergy. Sara wrote the story, and it became the one I sought.

Marley: Oh yes…that one is an emotional one all right. It was meant to be in the book because of how you met at the conference. Now, you and I have both had challenges in our lives that others might have found too much to take, but we are both very strong in our faith and our relationship with God. How do you think Christmas Miracles is going to help others feel closer to God and experience His miracles in their own lives?

Cec: Awareness and appreciation are the two things I want readers to grasp. Awareness means for them to realize that they're never totally alone in life. Those unexpected, out-of-the-ordinary events remind us of that. Appreciation means to be thankful for what we already have. Too often, and especially at Christmas, we focus on what we'd like or what is supposed to make us happy. Christmas Miracles gently reminds readers of both.

Marley: In this day and age when our country is fighting two wars, unemployment is high, and a lot of people have a lack of hope and faith for their future, what do you want readers of the book to take away from Christmas Miracles and how can the stories in our book help provide comfort to those struggling?

Cec: I want readers to see that miracles do happen—sometimes simple, unexpected blessings or those that involve the supernatural (as in one of Marley's stories). I call myself a serious Christian. For me, the world's greatest miracle began with the birth of Jesus. Regardless of a person's religion, this book encourages readers to think about life during the Christmas season and see that life as more than gifts and celebrations. It's also a reminder that God loves us and hears our needy cries.

Marley: Beautifully put, Cec, and I couldn’t agree with you more. Can we share what’s next after Christmas Miracles?

Cec: Why it's the Cec and Marley show, of course. Because of our go-getter agent and our enthusiastic editor, we've already received thumbs up for The Christmas Spirit. This will be stories of people who express the true spirit of Christmas by acts of love and kindness, for release in the fall of 2011.

Marley: And I can’t wait to start working on that project! Thank you so much for your time, Cec, and answering my questions. It was a privilege and honor to work with you and I look forward to our future projects together. You’ve helped me along during a trying time and I appreciate your friendship and support.

Cec: I liked this project because Marley had to send out the word, collect submissions, read them, and discard the weaker ones. I get to see only the better-written stories. (Don't tell her that I have the better job.) Although I mentioned only one story, all of those in the book touched me because of the poignancy of their situations and the miraculous answers. I won't say the stories increased my faith, but they increased my appreciation for the delightful mix of human need and divine intervention.

Marley: Thanks again, Cec! God Bless! And to our readers, please be sure to pick up a copy of CHRISTMAS MIRACLES, from St. Martin’s Press. It’s a great stocking stuffer or gift basket filler. We hope you, too, will discover your own Christmas Miracles in your life.



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Monday, October 26, 2009

Christmas Writing Contest - Win Cash AND Publication!

In celebration of the release of Christmas Miracles (see previous post), we're throwing a huge contest!

This contest is not like those we've had in the past, so please, please follow the directions.

Mid-December, Pix-N-Pens will publish a new book entitled A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009. This book will feature YOUR stories!

From October 26 - November 25th, 2009, you may submit two Christmas stories of 1,500 (one thousand five hundred) words or less. The stories may be fact OR fiction - the choice is yours - but you must state which on your entry.

Submission Guidelines:

1) Submit each story as separate attachment, Word format, and send to pixnpens[at]yahoo[dot]com. (Replace the words in brackets with the symbols) or if your computer is set to open your e-mail to send, just click here.

2) The document should be double-spaced, 1" margins all around, Times New Roman font size 12.

3) At the top of the document, please include:

In the LEFT corner:

Your name
mailing address
e-mail address
Paypal e-mail address if different from above in case you are chosen as winner.

In the RIGHT corner:

FACT or FICTION
Word Count
Prompt or Photo Assignment # Utilized (optional - see below)

4) Please include a header with the title, your last name, and page number.

5) You must own the copyright to your story. Previously published works will not be considered.

6) All contest entries will automatically be considered for publication in A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009 and/or on the Pix-N-Pens blog during the month of December, but submission of a story does not guarantee publication in either format.

7) We reserve the right to edit submissions for grammar, style, and length.

8) Deadline for submissions is November 25, 2009, Noon Central U.S. Time.


Here's how the contest will work.

All stories submitted by November 25th will be read and considered for publication. From December 1-31, I will post one story per day on Pix-N-Pens.

[I've also invited each of our regular columnists to submit one story themselves, so their stories will appear during the weeks on their regular posting day, but they will not be eligible for the contests.]

Stories will be judged on:

Story - 50%
Craft - 25%
Originality - 25%


Bonus points will be added if you utilize any ONE of the Writing Prompts we've offered here during the past several months (look under the Writing Prompts tab above), OR somehow incorporate one of the photographs in our Photo Assignments into your story. Do not place a photo in your story - just use one of the photos in our Pix-N-Pens photo album as a guide for your story. Be sure to include on the first page the assignment number utilized. And only incorporate one - no need for overload, only one will earn bonus points.

After the submission deadline, stories will be chosen for publication in the book and/or on the blog. (Some stories may appear both places, others may appear in only one or the other.) The book will be published by mid-December. If your story is chosen for publication in the book, we will e-mail you a contract to sign and return.

On January 2nd, I will post a list of finalists out of all the stories posted either on Pix-N-Pens or published in the book, and then I'll give all our readers the opportunity to vote on favorites. To keep the contest from being a popularity contest, the votes will only count towards 50% of the total scores for the cash prizes, but 100% of the total for the Bonus Prize.

Voting will take place from January 2-15th, and on January 18th, I'll announce the winners.

1st Prize - $100 Cash and one copy of A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009
2nd Prize - $50 Cash and one copy of A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009
3rd Prize - $25 Cash and one copy of A Pixel-Perfect Christmas 2009

BONUS Prize - One large box of books awarded to the Reader's Favorite story.



And don't forget - you can win a copy of Christmas Miracles just by leaving a comment on the previous post!






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