Inside MAI Blog: Thoughts on global publishing
Rise Up and Write
It is now two weeks since we departed Wortelgat, and I believe memories of the place still fill our minds. There we were in that serene environment, closer to nature, with the cloud-gathering mountain wondering what we were doing there.
As I remember, the evergreen trees swayed in the wind that blew from the slopes of the mountain over the lagoon, while birds and butterflies checked on us each day. I have a feeling they sneaked around to listen to sweet Heather Johnston read for us every morning. And in the quietude, no doubt, we heard afresh the Lord's call on us to write for humanity.
How could the writer of those heart-warming words ever guess that the book would bless the hearts and minds of writers seeking to communicate similar words for others to benefit? Or, as we noted, how could the writer who recorded the heroic deeds of Mordecai in the land of Susa ever know that the words he or she wrote would help deliver an entire people group from destruction?
So, we too may never know the extent to which the Lord will use what we write to minister to people we will never meet. As Max Lucado says, “The pen, I realized, would speak to people you do not know, in places you will never go, in ways you never can.” And this is true whether we write fiction, poetry, autobiography, or Bible engagement materials.
If the mountain witnessed our activities at Wortelgat, so did the twinkling stars at night. So did the birds and the butterflies, the trees and the shrubs. The sands marked our footprints and the lagoon knew we were there. The Lord sent His angels not only to watch over us but also to listen in, read our scripts, and hear our resolutions.
So we have witnesses--that's what I'm trying to say. We are each other's witnesses. And these witnesses are there to remind us that we resolved to write for the Lord.
We may not be together in one place as we were at Wortelgat, but we are together in the spirit wherever we are. When "mental block" strikes and procrastination visits and tiredness come in and all combine forces to stop us from writing, let us remember Who has called us. He beckons us to rise up and write.
We may not suffer like the missionaries who went to Papua New Guinea to share Christ with hostile people, but our little sacrifice to rise up and write will produce literature that will go where we may not be able to go and witness on our behalf.
May the Lord bless you. May the suffering of Christ remind us how to die a little for others.
This guest blog entry by Lawrence Darmani is a slightly condensed version of his follow-up letter to participants in the recent writer training workshop in South Africa organized by A Rocha and MAI.
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