BookOpinion

BOOKOPINION REVIEW: It feels like years that I have been eagerly awaiting the second in this fascinating series by Wendy Alec. And Book 2 is every bit as intriguing, inspiring and fascinating as the first. I literally could not put it down. For those of you not familiar with Book 1, the story revolves around the suggestion that Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel were originally angelic brothers and covers the agony of the break away into his own realm by Lucifer.

“Messiah - The First Judgment” picks up where Book 1 left off…namely, after the fall of Lucifer and the approaching birth of the Jewish Messiah. We travel through the early years of Jesus while Lucifer, being fully aware that his adversary, the Nazarene, is the only one capable of undoing his evil machinations. Confrontation of brothers is followed by repeated confrontations serving merely to enhance the rebellious attitude of the fallen one into an uncontrolled fury.

One of the more moving scenes illustrated so beautifully by Wendy Alec is the temptation of Jesus in the wilderness. Lucifer asserts his rights by deed that Jesus is to be driven into the barren lands for forty days without food or drink…thus He is weak, faint from hunger and exhaustion. But the encounter between the two does not quite meet the evil expectations of the tempter. Enraged and defeated, Lucifer is thrown violently into the desert and the Nazarene is ministered to by Michael and legions of angels who, with bated breath, have witnessed the entire event.

And if you have never completely understood the significance of the willingness of Jesus to die on the Cross, you will after reading the chapter revealing the mystery and divine will of God regarding this event that changed history forever. In the words of Jether the Just, imperial angelic monarch and ruler of the twenty-four ancient kings of Yehovah, “He takes the place of the murderers, paeodophiles, adulterers, all that enact the darkened deeds of the Race of Men…that those of the Race of Men who would accept His sacrifice may go free.”

Several of the descriptions by Ms. Alec are incredibly horrific…one in particular caught my attention immediately. The following is an excerpt:

“Moloch’s barbarous satanic vandals wrenched Jesus of Nazareth’s spirit from the bruised and battered body on the cross. Instantly it took on the same form as the body it had inhabited, though it was of a different, more ethereal substance. Otherwise, it was identical. Moloch’s fallen host manacled Jesus’ wrists and ankles with heavy iron fetters that ripped cruelly into His tortured flesh. ‘Your sorceries are spent, Nazarene!’ Moloch leered. ‘Bind His mouth!’ he commanded. The butchers bound Jesus’ mouth with filthy cloth soaked in deadly nightshade, then brutishly hauled Him onto their shoulders, seizing Him in a vice-like grip. Moloch raised his whip. Instantly, they were sucked violently downward as though by some ferocious centrifugal force. Downwards..downwards, thousands of miles downward, towards the molten core of the Earth, the party of the damned descended. Down through the mouths of seething volcanoes. Through boiling seas of molten lava, until they emerged into the strange, churning violent world of floating continents and upside-down mountains that raged at 11,000 degrees Fahrenheit. The blast furnace that was the outskirts of hell.”

What follows is a scenario that many of us are already familiar with. However, “Messiah - The First Judgment” loses nothing in the telling and this fictionalized account of the fall of angels and redemption of men is nothing short of beautiful. I cannot recommend highly enough this engaging sequel by Wendy Alec to anyone who is interested in this genre of literature.

– Elizabeth Channery

BOOKOPINION REVIEW: “God is a Verb” – Buckminster Fuller.

“Raw” is the first instinctive definition that appeals to me when I try to characterize my feelings about “The Shack” by William P. Young. And not just raw in the traditional sense…raw emotions, raw pain, etc. But ruthlessly honest, words honed to a fine point somewhere beyond what one is capable of reasoning.

This intriguing story opens with a camping trip involving Mack, his son Josh, daughter Kate and the beautiful little six year old, Missy. But when Mack momentarily turns his back on Missy to rescue his son from drowning in an overturned canoe, Missy is silently abducted and, being unfound by a massive search, finally assumed brutally murdered by a serial killer. This tragedy throws Mack into a downward spiral of what he refers to as “The Great Sadness” and his constant companion, “if only, if only.” Eventually, the family begins, in some measure, to cope with the situation and appears to move forward. Nan, Mack’s wife, whose relationship with God is her constant source of comfort, actually even refers to Him lovingly as “Papa.” But Mack is different. His relationship with God is broken and bitter and he functions merely because it is a necessity to do so. And then, suddenly, everything changes.

Mack receives a note….from Papa, instructing Mack to meet Him at the shack where Missy had been murdered. And now, reason flees from Mack. God wrote a note? Was this someone’s idea of a really horrible, sadistic joke? Since when does God write letters? And without realizing it, Mack has made a decision…he will go. He doesn’t wish to disclose to Nan what has occurred and, fortuitously, she decides to take Josh and Kate to visit her sister and extend spring break by a week.

As soon as Nan and the children have left, Mack begins making plans for the trip. He then packs up a four wheel drive Jeep and heads out for northeastern Oregon, the last place on earth he wishes to revisit. But when he arrives, he doesn’t find exactly what he expects. As he begins the climb to the cabin, winter begins to disappear. Instead of ice and snow and leaden skies, there are summer wildflowers blossoming everywhere. And the shack has now become a beautiful little log cabin, surrounded by pungent herbs and fragrant flowers. Mack now suspects he is having a psychotic break.

The front door opens and Mack is confronted by a large, African-American woman who immediately lifts him off his feet, spins him around and professes her delight in seeing him. Within seconds, Mack meets a fragile looking, Asian woman and a middle eastern man dressed like a laborer. Who are these people? They obviously expected to see Mack, they know him, seemingly quite well, but he is a bit overwhelmed and questions are gathering in his mind.

When the large black woman introduces herself as “Elousia” Mack is bewildered. Then she tells Mack to just call her what Nan does. This is “Papa?” And the laborer? He tells Mack to call Him Jesus if he likes or even Yeshua. And the Asian woman indentifies herself as Sarayu, keeper of the gardens. When Mack is finally able to ask “Which one of you is God”, all three respond in unison, “I am”.

What follows must surely be pure fantasy. Or is it? Is Mack having a complete breakdown? Or could this be true that God is responding to the pain in Mack’s heart? And how is Mack going to be healed if this is truth? What will this journey cost him? And what will be the gain?

“The Shack” is well written, evenly paced and frankly, shocking. The characters are well drawn, the humor is fantastic and the story breaks your heart. I think William P. Young stepped outside of himself when he wrote this book and wanted to see God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, the Trinity, whatever you want to call it, in a new light. He definitely succeeded. It’s not quite like any other book I’ve ever read…at times I would think, “Aha, C.S. Lewis” and then turn the page and retract that conviction.

I think everyone who reads “The Shack” will come away with something unique for themselves alone, something very personal. If you choose to read it, please don’t skip. Every word is alive with meaning, every expression, enlightening. Do I recommend it? Absolutely!

– Elizabeth Channery

BOOKOPINION REVIEW: When my daughter kindly gifted me with “The Yada Yada Prayer Group” by Neta Jackson, I wasn’t quite sure what to think. Our tastes differ tremendously so I approached it rather warily, nodding to it casually as it lay next to my computer. But an unread book is rather like fasting from chocolate…it cannot be done! So, last night I picked it up with a certain amount of apprehension. I need not have worried. This book is a treasure!

The story opens with a quick intro to the Baxter family: Jodi and Denny and their two teenage children, Josh and Amanda, who have recently moved from their comfortable suburban neighborhood to a duplex on Chicago’s north side. When Jodi, who teaches third grade at Mary McLeod Bethune Elementary, is invited by Avis Johnson, the school principal, to attend a women’s conference sponsored by a coalition of Chicago area churches, Jodi jumps in feet first. A good way to meet others and perhaps make some friends, she thinks.

Although the situation doesn’t turn out quite as Jodi expects, she does end up in a prayer circle with eleven other women, all very different, all unsure as to how to proceed. But unforeseen events occur and something unusual begins to happen with these extremely diverse women…they begin to bond, to pray for each other, to open up.

When the conference ends, they agree to exchange email addresses and phone numbers and not just casually keep in touch, but genuinely support each other. And Yo-Yo (Yolanda) arrives at the name, The Yada Yada Prayer Group, a title that seems to perfectly fit this unrelated, hodge podge selection of black, white, Asian and Spanish women. But none of them are aware that they are placed together for a larger purpose, a divine purpose, if you will, that is going to test their commitment and their faith in a surprising way.

Written in the first person, Jodi becomes the one about whom we have the most information. But exposure comes with every trial and the personalities and characters of the twelve women are revealed as they join together in their determination to triumph through their various situations.

This is a truly sweet story, not syrupy sweet, just honest, kind and open. I loved every one of these women, the quirkiness, the laughter in the face of disaster, the bravado with which they faced their problems. I found myself yearning for the same type of relationship with a group of women where we could just “simply be”.

I don’t think ‘The Yada Yada Prayer Group’ is a book that would appeal to many men and this is definitely a Christ centered story. So, some may not feel that it is a read that would appeal to your taste. But if you enjoy a well written story with great, well rounded characters and don’t mind having certain aspects of your own shortcomings identified, then you are going to thoroughly enjoy “The Yada Yada Prayer Group.” I liked it so well that I immediately ordered all the sequels and am looking forward to several hours of alternating between tears and laughter.

– Elizabeth Channery

Some holiday party hosts have that special touch. You know they have the gift of hosting when you look around the home, you talk to him or her, you mingle…and all of a sudden you realize there’s a warm glow all around.

A few Christmas seasons ago, I was at a party with just such a host. The evening get together of friends, food, and good cheer was already a hit and winding down. The host then called everyone into the living room and announced that she was going to read from a book.

“Every day the small wooden people called Wemmicks do the same thing: stick either gold stars or gray dots on one another. The pretty ones - those with smooth wood and fine paint - always get stars. The talented ones do, too. Others, though, who can do little or have chipped paint, get ugly gray dots. Like Punchinello.”

You could hear a pin drop. And by the time our host had finished reading “You Are Special,” most in the room had a tear or two. The host hit a home run. Max Lucado’s classic childrens book about Punchinello and his meeting with Eli, the woodcarver, made an incredible impression on us adults.

That’s what I’ve found out about many of Lucado’s books, either childrens or adults…they make an impact. His writing is clear and concise, simple but riveting, and reveals a message all should receive.

About the author from MaxLucado.com:

Max Lucado has touched millions with his signature storytelling writing style. Awards and accolades follow Max with each book he writes. Max is the first author to win the Gold Medallion Christian Book of the Year three times—1999 for Just Like Jesus, 1997 for In the Grip of Grace and 1995 for When God Whispers Your Name. In 2005, Reader’s Digest dubbed him “America’s Best Preacher.” In addition, he has been an ECPA Gold Medallion finalist with more titles than any other author in the industry.

In 1994, he became the only author to have 11 of his twelve books in print simultaneously appear on paperback, hardcover and children’s CBA bestseller lists. Lucado set a new industry record by concurrently placing nine different Word Publishing titles on the CBA Hardcover Bestseller List in both March and April 1997. Max Lucado is a fixture on the national bestseller lists – a Max Lucado title has appeared on the CBA hardcover bestseller list every month for the past dozen years. He has appeared on the Publishers Weekly, USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists. He has won eight ECPA Gold Medallion awards.

Here’s some titles of Lucado’s books that follow the Wemmicks and Punchinello:

You Are Special
Punchinello and the Most Marvelous Gift
If Only I Had a Green Nose
You Are Mine

- Alexander

BOOKOPINION REVIEW: I thoroughly enjoyed reading the third novel in the Restoration Series by Terri Blackstock. ”True Light” is a fast read…it took me about 90 minutes to devour it, but it is honest, well honed and packed with characters that are easy to relate to. This semi science fiction, Christian book has easily become one of my favorites.

Imagine that you are living your life, everything is normal, usual ups and downs and you wake up one morning to find that you have no electricity, no phone, no plumbing and have no clue when any of these facilities will be restored. You cannot even walk to the supermarket to purchase your groceries…there are no supermarkets. And your car is useless…bicycles or horses have become the new normal. Then you hear that a supernova named SN-1999 is emitting electromagnetic pulses every few seconds…which basically renders everything operational on the earth, useless. And no one can predict when this star might burn itself out. Your very survival is threatened. And the best and the worst in human nature are revealed…and the worst seems to have the upper hand.

“True Light” opens with a scene, in Crockett, Alabama, of exultation as Zach Emory shoots a ten point buck, which is necessary to feed his family. Hearing footsteps, the teenager turns, expecting his brother to help him lift the deer into their rickshaw. Unfortunately, the man approaching is not Zach’s brother…the stranger raises his rifle and shoots Zach, and then the shooter and the deer disappear.

The Branning family is initially drawn into this mystery because of Jeff Branning, a close friend of Zach’s. But Deni Branning, a reporter for the Crocket Times, takes a personal interest in finding the shooter when Mark Green, the man she hopes to marry, is arrested for the attempted murder of Zach. Intent upon proving Mark innocent, the entire Branning family becomes involved in this rather complex plot.

During Mark’s time in jail, he struggles not just to survive but to maintain his core of Christian conviction. But incarcerated in a tiny cell with murderers and out of control maniacal convicts, Mark’s situation is not just dire, but desperate. So, what does he do in these circumstances? How is he supposed to react? What would you do? Will Zach survive to identify his assailant and clear Mark’s name?

What I have described is a miniscule outline of a well written novel, filled with intrigue, conflicting relationships and revealing insights into human nature. What I liked best about Blackstock’s ”True Light” is that it makes you really think…not just about how you would react in such a situation but how you would relate to other people…and what role you would play because conforming roles are no longer the norm.

I wholeheartedly give “True Light” a thumbs up approval. If you enjoy light science fiction or Christian situational conflict, then you are going to love the Terri Blackstock books. I cannot wait to read the many other novels that she has penned and look forward to Book Four in the Restoration series.

– Elizabeth Channery

BOOKOPINION REVIEW: I could not put “Deception” down. The characters are real, complex and shrouded… the plot is unbelievably twisting and turning and takes you down one blind alley to the next. The story is funny, tragic and grips you with its reality and shakes your own confidence to the point of leaving you naked, vulnerable and questioning. And it’s just a work of fiction… but so full of honest life that you feel after finishing the book that a cool breeze has just passed you by and touched your cheek.

“Sometimes I think maybe what’s wrong with this world is that it’s made up of people like me,” thus speaks Ollie Chandler, homicide detective with the Portland, Oregon, Police Department. A complicated but thoroughly human character, occasionally pathetic but always compelling, Detective Chandler is handed a murder case that puts his life in jeopardy and leaves his relationship with fellow detectives at a new low. Chandler suspects that that murderer is someone in his own department, and, after experiencing several blackouts, possibly even himself.

The victim, a Portland State University professor with a roving eye for his female students, is found strangled and shot. Why multiple causes of death? Ollie wades through the evidence and finds the case to be far more convoluted than he originally suspected. He has leads on everyone from the chief of police to fellow detectives that open the door to the possibility that anyone could have committed this crime.

With encouragement from two friends, Clarence Abernathy and Jake Woods, Chandler pushes through the maze of lies and deceit to find the killer and put him behind bars. But Ollie’s first law, “Things are often not what they appear” proves to be only too true in this baffling, politically damaging and personally dangerous situation.

“Deception” is filled with terrific one liners, ”All your life you’re a wannabe, until you wake up one morning, and you’re a has-been,” that you will love. But the Christian-themed story is really not just about a fascinating murder case and how it’s solved. It’s about the man, Ollie Chandler, grieving widower, estranged father, dog lover and keeper of justice down to the bone.

I cannot recommend this book highly enough. You will laugh, cry and be horrified by this unfolding story of a man trapped in his own web. Written in the first person, this novel quickly draws you into the mind and feelings of a wounded human being, with the frailties and concealed qualities that we all possess.

Don’t wait another moment. Do not go to the library, go directly to your local bookstore and pick up “Deception” today. You won’t regret it.

– Elizabeth Channery

Newbery Award-winning Author Madeleine L’Engle, who’s known mostly for her novel “A Wrinkle in Time,” has died at the age of 88, her publicist said Friday.

She wrote more than 60 books, which include poetry, memoirs, fantasies and often feature spiritual themes and her Christian faith. L’Engle followed “A Wrinkle in Time” with further adventures of the Murry children, including “A Wind in the Door,” 1973; “A Swiftly Tilting Planet,” 1978, which won an American Book Award; and “Many Waters,” 1986.

The “St. James Guide to Children’s Writers” called L’Engle “one of the truly important writers of juvenile fiction in recent decades.”

The Associated Press writes:

Although L’Engle was often labeled a children’s author, she disliked that classification. In a 1993 Associated Press interview, she said she did not write down to children.

“In my dreams, I never have an age,” she said. “I never write for any age group in mind. When people do, they tend to be tolerant and condescending and they don’t write as well as they can write.

“When you underestimate your audience, you’re cutting yourself off from your best work.”

“A Wrinkle in Time” — which L’Engle said was rejected repeatedly before it found a publisher in 1962 — won the American Library Association’s 1963 Newbery Medal for best American children’s book. Her “A Ring of Endless Light” was a Newbery Honor Book, or medal runner-up, in 1981.

In 2004, President Bush awarded her a National Humanities Medal.

“Wrinkle” tells the story of adolescent Meg Murry, her genius little brother Charles Wallace, and their battle against evil as they search across the universe for their missing father, a scientist.

We have found this message from L’Engle on Amazon, talking about her writing, motivations and the questions most people ask her:

I wrote my first story when I was 5. It was about a little G-R-U-L, because that’s how I spelled “girl” when I was 5. I wrote because I wanted to know what everything was about. My father, before I was born, had been gassed in the first World War, and I wanted to know why there were wars, why people hurt each other, why we couldn’t get along together, and what made people tick. That’s why I started to write stories.

The books I read most as a child were by Lucy Maud Montgomery, who’s best known for her Anne of Green Gables stories, but I also liked Emily of New Moon. Emily was an only child, as I was. Emily lived on an island, as did I. Although Manhattan Island and Prince Edward Island are not very much alike, they are still islands. Emily’s father was dying of bad lungs, and so was mine. Emily had some dreadful relative, and so did I. She had a hard time in school, and she also understood that there’s more to life than just the things that can be explained by encyclopedias and facts. Facts alone are not adequate. I love Emily. I also read E. Nesbit, who was a nineteenth-century writer of fantasies and family stories, and I read fairy tales and the myths of all countries. And anything I could get my hands on.

As an adult, I like to read fiction. I really enjoy good murder mystery writers, usually women, frequently English, because they have a sense of what the human soul is about and why people do dark and terrible things. I also read quite a lot in the area of particle physics and quantum mechanics, because this is theology. This is about the nature of being. This is what life is all about. I try to read as widely as I possibly can.

I wrote A Wrinkle in Time when we were living in a small dairy farm village in New England. I had three small children to raise, and life was not easy. We lost four of our closest friends within two years by death–that’s a lot of death statistically. And I really wasn’t finding the answers to my big questions in the logical places. So, at the time I discovered the world of particle physics. I discovered Einstein and relativity. I read a book of Einstein’s, in which he said that anyone who’s not lost in rapturous awe at the power and glory of the mind behind the universe is as good as a burnt-out candle. And I thought, “Oh, I’ve found my theologian, what a wonderful thing.” I began to read more in that area. A Wrinkle in Time came out of these questions, and out of my discovery of the post-utopian sciences, which knocked everything we knew about science for a loop.

A Wrinkle in Time was almost never published. You can’t name a major publisher who didn’t reject it. And there were many reasons. One was that it was supposedly too hard for children. Well, my children were 7, 10, and 12 while I was writing it. I’d read to them at night what I’d written during the day, and they’d say, “Ooh, mother, go back to the typewriter!” A Wrinkle in Time” had a female protagonist in a science fiction book, and that wasn’t done. And it dealt with evil and things that you don’t find, or didn’t at that time, in children’s books. When we’d run through forty-odd publishers, my agent sent it back. We gave up. Then my mother was visiting for Christmas, and I gave her a tea party for some of her old friends. One of them happened to belong to a small writing group run by John Farrar, of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, which at that time did not have a juvenile list. She insisted that I meet John any how, and I went down with my battered manuscript. John had read my first novel and liked it, and read this book and loved it. That’s how it happened.

The most asked question that I generally receive is, “Where do you get your ideas?” That’s very easily answered. I tell a story about Johann Sebastian Bach when he was an old man. A student asked him, “Papa Bach, where do you get the ideas for all of these melodies?” And the old man said, “Why, when I get up in the morning, it’s all I can do not to trip over them.” And that’s how ideas are; they’re just everywhere. I think the least asked question is one that I got in Japan. This little girl held up her hand and said, “How tall are you?” In Japan, I am very tall.

I get over one hundred letters a week. There are always letters that stand out. There was one from a 12-year-old girl in North Carolina who wrote me many years ago, saying “I’m Jewish and most of my friends are Christian. My Christian friends told me only Christians can be saved. What do you think? Your books have made me trust you.” Well, we corresponded for about twenty years. I suggested that she go back to read some of the great Jewish writers to find out about her own tradition. Another letter asked, “We’re studying the crusades in school. Can there be such a thing as a Holy War? Is war ever right?” I mean, kids don’t hesitate to ask questions. And it’s a great honor to have the kids say, “Your books have made me trust you.”

Link to Author’s Message