After years of enjoying a close connection to Christ, I hit
a spiritual desert in my late twenties. Somewhere along the line, I had lost my
passion for Christ and was going through the motions of the Christian walk. I
battled depression and self-doubt. A wall had developed between God and me. Until
one day, listening to the pastor read the story of the paralytic who was let
down through a roof, something struck a spark. He didn’t just read the story.
He spoke of the hot day, the dusty road and the men carrying their friend. He spoke
of them digging through the roof of a house and the people within spattered by
dirt and bits of stone. He brought that story to life in a way I had never
thought of.
Over the next few months, that story churned in my head. I
was full of ‘what ifs’. Finally, on a slow day at work, I took a sheet of
computer paper and started to write. For four hours. Those handwritten words,
barely legible in some spots, gave me a glimpse into God’s heart. I looked into
the face of Christ through the eyes of a paralytic and saw his love and
compassion.
A few weeks later, the pastor told another bible story. I
had heard and read these stories so often over years of going to church as well
as a Christian College, that I no longer saw them. They were words on a page of
little more meaning than a child’s nursery rhyme, the characters merely actors
on a stage.
For the first time, I was seeing the stories told by people
who once lived and breathed, loved and despaired the same way that I do. The
difference is that they had actually looked into the face of Jesus. They had
spoken to him, heard his words and felt his touch. There is story after story
of Jesus meeting the needs of people where they were. Perhaps, he could do the
same for me. Perhaps, if I found the right story and told it with the right
words, I would also find his healing for me, I would find the key to get beyond
the wall.
So I write, story after story, page after page. It seems
that there is not one key, but many. In each story is a piece of me. In each
story, Jesus meets that part of me and touches, accepts, loves me. In each
story, a piece of me heals.
I am also working on a novel, Safe Within These Walls, that tells the story of Rahab and the
spies during that fateful month before the fall of Jericho. God not only saved her
from the destruction of the city, but she became the mother of Boaz, the great
grandmother of King David and the ancestor of Jesus. If God can take someone
like her, a pagan, a harlot, an outcast and turn her into a hero of bible
history, then perhaps he can take a shy farmer’s daughter and use her words to
touch the world.
Thanks so much for sharing with us Kate. Have a blessed holiday!
Thanks so much for sharing with us Kate. Have a blessed holiday!
4 comments:
Wow, Kate! I love the openness and depth of your answer. What a wonderful way to describe how healing and uplifting writing can be, while at the same time deepening our own relationship to God and having that touch others. No relationship matters more, or nourishes more than that one.
I look forward to becoming acquainted with your work. Which one should I start with?
I'm intrigued. Going to look up your books. ~Misty~
Kate, I so understand how you can get in a rut and miss the awesomeness of God's word. Those dry spells seem to last forever and then suddenly, He opens a whole new understanding of a passage of Scripture. It never ceases to amaze me. Thanks for being on the MIne!
The Bible is a "diamond mine" of wonderful stories and fascinating characters. I'm happy to find a new (to me) author working that mine!
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