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Showing posts with label Jo Robertson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jo Robertson. Show all posts
Sunday, December 23, 2012
THIS WEEK'S BOOK WINNERS
Thanks to all who stopped by this week and special thanks to our Book Club Friday guest author Jo Robertson. Jo offered e-copies of her two Christmas novellas to two of our readers who left comments. The winners are Shelley and Loucinda McGary. Ladies, please email me at anastasiapollack@gmail.com so that I can put you in touch with Jo to receive your books.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
BOOK CLUB FRIDAY GUEST AUTHOR JO ROBERTSON
When her Advanced Placement English students
challenged her to quit talking about writing and "just do it," Jo
Robertson wrote her first completed manuscript, The Watcher, which won
the 2006 Golden Heart Award for romantic suspense. She's authored six indie
published romantic and historical thrillers and three novellas. Read more about
Jo at her website.
Jo is offering one e-copy each of her two Christmas
novellas, The Perfect Gift and The Hitman’s Holiday to two
readers who post comments to the blog. Be sure to include your email address or
check back on Sunday to see if you’ve won. -- AP
The Shepherds Returned to Their Flocks
Happy holidays, everyone,
and a big thanks to Lois for inviting me to visit today!
Although I'm not
particularly religious, I've always been fascinated by the Christmas holidays,
the varied ways we celebrate them, and the traditions that grow up around these
stories.
Luke records the version of
the birth of the Baby and recounts the tale of the shepherds.
You know the story – the
long trek to Bethlehem to be taxed, the no-room-in-the-inn scenario, the cave
and the manger, the angels and the shepherds. But because angels with wings and holy seraphim seem more
metaphorical than literal to me, I always found what those shepherds did after
visiting the manger more interesting than their actually getting
there.
Ah, those brave shepherds!
Since the concept of a
shepherd and his or her flock has universal application, I was intrigued by
what they did next.
They returned to their
flocks, Luke says. And although
they told the glorious news and sang praises for God’s gift, they did return
to their flocks.
Interesting.
They didn’t rush out to build
a holy tabernacle. They didn’t
write up the story and publish it in the Bethlehem
Daily Journal. Nor did they
try to sell their sheep and get a higher fee for them because they’d seen the
actual babe in the manger.
You see how crass and
commercial my mind runs?
No, instead the shepherds
returned to their flocks.
They went about the daily
business of sheepherding, or shepherding if you prefer. Sheep, you see, are rather stupid
animals. My father-in-law was a
sheepherder and used to regale us with tales of the sheep and their rather dumb
antics. In real life apparently,
sheep really need someone to shepherd
them about.
I like to think of myself as
a shepherd, and if we’re all shepherds like those ancient commoners, what
represents our “flocks”?
Teachers teach. Parents parent. Presidents preside. Grandparents – ah yes, they simply
spoil. Readers read. Writers write. And so it goes.
Although I’ve actually been
to the Grotto and the hillside in Israel, I’m not particularly concerned
whether the shepherds visited a real hillside cave and found a new-born child
two thousand years ago, or whether it’s a beautiful metaphor for a religious
belief.
But I do care about the message.
The shepherds returned to
their flocks.
Thinking about those
shepherds gives me new resolve to return to my “flock,” whether it’s my family,
my career, my church, my hobbies.
Or right now – to rededicate myself to my writing.
We’re about to herald a new
year. The thought of an entire year
stretching out before me unblemished by my blunders and mistakes is really
intriguing. I want to rush out and
write something on that pristine year ahead! I want to slough off the old and begin anew!
Like the shepherds, I want
to return to my flock.
What about you,
readers? What would you like to
renew your energies toward? What
would you like to rededicate yourself to?
If you are the shepherd in your life, what’s the “flock” you’re
returning to?
The Perfect Gift
When her husband dies unexpectedly Jane Stark is
left with four young boys and a mother-in-law who hates her. When she finds
herself pregnant with the longed-for baby girl her husband wanted and
ex-detective Rick moves in next door, Jane doesn't know whether to be happy or
overwhelmed with the changes life has handed her.
The
Hitman’s Holiday
Logan is a professional hit man. He finds the
Christmas Season the dreariest and most boring of the year, but this particular
year he gets caught up in a holiday jingle that lodges in his mind. When he
gets an unusual December contract, he follows a sassy twelve-year-old and her
odd companions through the Bronx ... and serious trouble.
This assignment brings Logan face to face with
the concept of how far he can go on this dark path before there's no turning
back. Is it already too late for redemption?
Readers,
if you’d like a chance to win copies of Jo’s Christmas novellas, post a
comment. Leave your email address or remember to check back on Sunday to see if
you’ve won. -- AP
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