Showing posts with label Biblical fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biblical fiction. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Fact and Fiction
Often facts are the frame fiction builds upon. Earlier this year as I read the gospels, the facts of Christ’s advent moved me. I considered what Mary, her family, Joseph, even Zachariah and Elizabeth felt. Surely they experienced emotional turmoil and social fears, mental stress and many tears. After all, these people were ordinary people living out extraordinary circumstances without the benefit we enjoy of knowing that all would end well. Faith kept them moving forward despite faltering steps, just as our faith does when we follow God’s leading. As I pondered their situations, I wrote poems.
When I reread that collection of poems called Journey to Christmas, I realized the power of fiction in poetry. I don’t know exactly what Mary felt, what her fears were or the mental duress Joseph endured, but I can imagine and the imagining stirs wonder.
As we count down the days to celebrate the birth of the One We Are Waiting For, I hope you will download the Kindle book, Journey to Christmas, (available this weekend) for a fresh perspective on an old, but very important story. Merry Christmas, Hoosier Ink friends.
Mary's Growing Dilemma
Doubt will peck at faith when we predetermine how God will work.
Faith grows only as we cling like a branch to the life-giving vine.
I thought surely God would announce it at temple aloud,
reveal it to good men by an angel on a cloud,
give insight to neighbors in an awestruck crowd,
at least that my parents and Joseph would be allowed.
Why are you silent, God?
Must I bear all the burden, all the shame,
and the ridicule of my good name?
How in the world can I explain
things are not the way they seem?
The child inside wasn't conceived
by manly force or a husband's need.
No, God himself did a miraculous deed
when the angel's words I dared believe.
Yet rejection will become my lot
for though I'm pure, they'll think I'm not
and the promises of prophets are quickly forgot
when the handmaiden chosen is the girl down the block.
Why are you silent, God?
This God- child inside stirs, a fluttering hello.
It's just you and me with the whole world our foe
I know I said yes, but where can I go
to be safe, to keep you safe, until everyone knows?
Gabrielle said Elizabeth was with child, too.
Another miracle! Perhaps she'll see me through.
Perhaps she'll understand and teach me what to do,
until everyone knows what once only I knew.
Mary Allen lives in the Midwest. She was La Porte County Poet Laureate from 2010-2011 and serves as Arts in the Park Poetry Chair. Mary can be found on The Barn Door.net, has published numerous articles, two real life stories in the inspirational "Kernels of Hope", and a book of poems, "Journey to Christmas".
Friday, September 28, 2012
Interview With Author, Playwright, and Editor Christine Hunt
By Jeff Reynolds
This
month, I'll be interviewing Christine Hunt, whose writing includes
fiction, non-fiction, and stage plays. Christine formed Right Line
Editing & Design in 2005, assisting clients with a wide variety
of projects —from business cards to editing manuscripts and book
production. In 2010, she started Right Line Publishing to produce You
Are What You See by
Scott Nehring. (You may remember I reviewed this book and interviewed
its author in my November and December installments last year.)
Christine is a member of the Editorial Freelancer’s Association
(EFA) and other industry groups.
JR:
Welcome to Hoosier Ink, Christine. Let me start with the typical
starting question for authors: How did you start writing?
CH:
Thank you for inviting me, Jeff. You’ve collected some
interesting, informative reading on Hoosier Ink. I like Millie
Samuelson’s suggestion of AYC for “at your convenience.”
Everything doesn’t have to be done immediately; so many well-done
things take time.
Reading
and writing were always my escape. During high school a friend and I
wrote a play based on the Biblical book of Acts. Our church’s youth
choir loved it—performed it during a summer choir tour through
several southwestern states, and I was hooked. I stayed active in
church and since I wanted more than the normal fare of bathrobe
dramas during the holidays, and being a Type A personality, I
volunteered to write and direct. Productions became more professional
in quality. I was hired as scriptwriter for an audio/visual
production company, and it’s progressed from there—ghostwriting
and clean-up work for businesses, individuals, and non-profits.
JR:
You've told me your writing is primarily stage plays, though you do
have both a narrative non-fiction work and a novel in the pipeline in
addition to business writing. How does writing a stage play differ
from other writing, and does it help you in your other writing?
CH:
That’s a thoughtful question, Jeff. We are created to emotionally
respond to story—the journey of a heroic character through extreme
difficulty. Even small segments of that journey resonate with us;
that’s why advertising works. We see a guy who’s had a rough day,
he climbs into his quiet car, turns on the A/C and the radio, relaxes
back into cushy leather, and drives fast out of the city with a smile
on his face. Even if we’re not in the market for a new car, we
identify with the guy and this snippet of his story.
Watching
audience reactions to moments in my stage plays provided instant and
unguarded feedback. I saw what worked, what didn’t, what could
have. I learned the need for economy in words, actions, even
characters. I think one of the most valuable things I learned,
however, was the importance of communicating an understandable,
retainable, orderly progression of information—revealing point upon
point. In that particular, all writing can be considered similar.
Whether it’s a small business’s annual report or personal e-mail
to a friend, if your writing isn’t understandable, doesn’t
connect with the story of life or communicate your intent, then it’s
a waste of everyone’s time and effort.
JR:
Your stage plays and some of your shorter works are adaptations of
Bible stories. How do you balance between having a fresh story --
especially with the much adapted Christmas and Easter narratives --
while being accurate to the Biblical text? This may either be a
clarifying question or a related one, but how do you keep from
putting a spin or agenda to the story while retelling it?
CH:
If you don’t mind, I’d like to break the question into sections.
You
ask about keeping a familiar story fresh. My instant reaction is that
Scripture is alive, powerful—it’s a treasure trove we can’t
find the bottom of. As we grow in Christ, as we experience hard times
or become aware of new truths, as we see more and more of His grace
and how He is active in our lives and in the world—as we live life
in Him—our perspective changes, we have deeper understanding.
That’s one way it stays fresh.
Another
thing that keeps story perspectives fresh is keying on different
individuals, learning more of what life was really like for them in
their time, in their place. One resource I recently found are the
works of Dr. Kenneth E. Bailey, specifically Jesus
and the Prodigal
and Jesus
Through Middle Eastern Eyes.
Your
saying, “while being accurate to the Biblical text” is probably
the most important piece of the whole puzzle, whether or not I’m
writing something with any overt spiritual content. To me, if what I
do or say doesn’t line up with the truth of Scripture, then I’m
in error, whether it’s my personal life or my writing. Part of
digging for the treasure in His word is searching for
understanding—deeper truths—studying the nuances of words and
their meanings within their accurate context.
Everything
we say or do—or write—comes from our individual set of
experiences, awarenesses, our scars and sorrows and joys, and lessons
learned; so, from that standpoint, there’s always going to be
pieces of an author in everything they write. As far as a spin or
agenda—that’s an excellent question because today’s
movers-n-shakers, our culture makers, are always spinning things to
their advantage. Even when we mean well, we, as humans, are bent
toward putting the best face on things.
That’s
where, for me, writing from the word of God is so very different than
any other writing. It’s not my story, it’s His. He’s just
letting me use a little sanctified imagination to nuance out of it,
if you’ll allow me to use that term, to delve into it and extract
truths to communicate. But I have to remember, always, it’s His
story not mine. I’ll get a check, a hesitation, an
impression—whatever you want to call it—that I’m going the
wrong way or pursuing a tangent, and I have to stop, back up to where
it’s safe, and then pray for wisdom and guidance to do it right.
It’s always done in prayer. And I have a core group of people who
intercede for me.
JR:
I mentioned your narrative non-fiction work that's nearing
publication and the novel you're working on. Could you tell us about
them?
CH:
An interesting tie-in, because the whole time I was writing the
non-fiction work I constantly reminded myself, “This is Norm’s
story, Norm’s and Jerry’s and Joe’s, not mine. I just have to
find the best way to tell it.”
In
May 1973, a florist named Bob Nachtsheim was murdered. The media
named it The Orchid Murder, but the crime was never solved. Years
later, Norm Wartnick, Nachtsheim’s former employer, was sued by the
victim’s widow. Norm’s attorney was incompetent—made egregious
errors in Norm’s defense and, in 1986, Norm heard a jury declare
him responsible for the wrongful death of Nachtsheim. A
three-million-dollar civil judgment forced Norm to sell his family
business and branded him a murderer.
Jerry
Snider and Joe Friedberg, two of Minnesota’s top trial
attorneys—knowing they would battle enormous pressure from the
legal community—put their profitable careers on the line in a
six-year long, contingency-fee struggle to get Norm out from under
that judgment.
In
2007, Norm decided he wanted his story told by someone he could talk
with eye-to-eye. It didn’t take much investigation to realize
Norm’s was truly an inspirational story—a fight for justice for
an innocent man. I quickly understood Joe and Jerry’s passion in
wanting justice for Norm. I found the heart of the story, though,
when I realized the significance of how the two families handled the
situation: the Nachtsheims were splintered apart by greed; the
Wartnicks were strengthened through adversity. Throughout the
Wartnick’s 21 year struggle, their belief in each other and in the
truth preserved them. The Wartnick’s faithfulness to each other
touched me deeply.
The
fiction project is a spin-off. Connections were alleged to exist
between the murder and organized crime—plus a slew of fascinating
tidbits I couldn’t include in the non-fiction narrative due to
story structure constraints. So, I’m using those juicy pieces as
back story for a detective/crime novel. My main characters and their
story, though, will be totally fictitious.
JR:
What future projects do you have on the table? Or, in other words,
what burden or vision do you want to deal with in your writing?
CH:
Wow, let’s see. On the front burner is a one-act play based on the
Orchid Murder that I hope will be used for high school and college
one-act competitions.
On
the back burner, and unrelated to Wartnick, are four projects: a
screenplay based loosely on Jesus’ parable of the prodigal; a
series of detective fiction short stories; a fictional trilogy about
a female photojournalist’s fight against human trafficking; and a
non-fiction project on the “I Am” statements of Christ. Though
they seem unrelated—and why it’s interesting that you ask about
“burden or vision”—at the core of each story is our desperate
need for significance, for value, for purpose. We try so hard to
earn them, but they really are unattainable until we find them in the
One who designed and intimately crafted each one of us.
JR:
Thank you for your time, and have a blessed day.
CH:
Thank you, Jeff, for the opportunity to share.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Biblical and Historical Fiction
When you read this, I'll be on my way home from a week's vacation in Paris and London, a trip sponsored by my husband's company. And Dave and I will have "done" the Chunnel for our first time, plus much more. Will you see some of our trip in my WIP? Of course. . .
We'll have "done" the Louvre for our second time. This time, I'll have focused on the Louvre's Last Supper paintings, which may be titled something else (according to my research). Why those paintings? For a decade now, I've been writing the memoir-like stories of men, women and children disciples who were likely at Jesus' last Passover Seder family meal, likely held in the hall of a wealthy home that could hold more than 200 people.
I've been interested in Jesus' followers, especially the "girls"/women and children, ever since I was a young girl myself growing up in China with my missionary parents and grandparents. You can read more about that in my book, Women of the Last Supper: We Were There Too.
The stories of Jesus' disciples that I've written have been portrayed nearly every year for a decade in "my" church. (See the photo above for this year's disciples, missing several.) First I wrote the twelve men's stories, then twelve women's stories, and now I'm writing six children's stories. This year my new story is "Anne," Jesus' younger sister who is mentioned in the Gospels, although not named like their four brothers are (Matthew 13:55, Mark 6:3).
I share "Anne's" story with you today, and trust it will help prepare your heart for the glory of Easter. Are my viewpoints controversial? You bet! But they are extensively researched, both Biblically and historically. And I feel called by God to share this perspective whenever possible.
A BLESSED SISTER: “ANNE”
I am Jesus’ younger sister, “Anne.”I was named for our maternal grandmother, whose name is known from Christian tradition. My sister and I and our four other brothers, James, Joses, Judas and Simon, are mentioned several times in the New Testament, but most people don’t know much about us.
As you might guess, my siblings and I dearly loved our wonderful oldest brother, Jesus. Although my brothers waited until after Jesus’ ascension to heaven to become his disciples, my sister and I eagerly became two of his first followers, along with our beloved Mother Mary. So, of course, we were there for Jesus’ last Passover, that special meal that would become known as the Last Supper and commemorated for two thousand years by Christians, like you.
My Mother Mary and her sister Salome, my aunt, were blessed sisters because of how they were related to Jesus. But I, too, was a blessed sister, because I was one of Jesus’ younger sisters.
It was so awesome to grow up with him as my older brother. Perhaps you have heard that some Biblical scholars think my siblings and I were really Jesus’ cousins or Joseph’s children by another wife. But if that were so, why didn’t the Gospels call us his cousins, or tell about Joseph’s other wife? And why were my brothers repeatedly named in the New Testament and called Jesus’ brothers, even by the townspeople of Nazareth? Thankfully, many theologians affirm we were his siblings, Mary's other children. And I’m eager to share with you just a bit what it was like to be Jesus’ sister.
Do you have a brother who can fix anything? My brother Jesus could. He could even fix things and animals and people that nobody else could. How do you suppose our Mother Mary knew he could turn water into wine for that wedding feast in Cana? We, his family, had already experienced many times his special powers from Yahweh. He could perform miracles like the prophets in our Torah. But he always told us not to tell anyone.
When I was little, in the evenings Jesus used to lift me to his lap and tell me stories about how much Yahweh loved me. Of course, other children and teenagers gathered around us as we sat on the stone bench in the cool shade of the olive trees behind our home. Sometimes he carved little toys for us from scraps of wood from our family’s shop.
I’m sure you know we Jews loved to sing and dance, and my brother Jesus was no exception. He had a beautiful voice, and a special way of clapping his hands and tapping his feet. He and our other brothers often sang Psalms together in harmony. My other brothers sometimes forgot the words, but Jesus never did. He was the one who led the singing during our Passover Seder celebrations each year. Our relatives and friends used to say Jesus had the most melodious voice they’d ever heard. They said he sang like an angel. They were right! When I close my eyes, I can still hear him singing my favorite song, Psalm 23.
I was one of those who watched Jesus ascend to heaven a short while after his cruel crucifixion and resurrection. Watching him disappear into the clouds was a glorious and exciting ending to his time here on earth.
Yes, I was an ordinary sister transformed by my extraordinary brother. You, too, can experience this transformation, and live or die for the glory of God.
Easter Joys and Blessings, Millie Samuelson :-)
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