Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Call to Intercession

I have been taking you on a journey with me to discover my life as an intercessor. This morning I will tell you about my call to intercession.

We were living in Rueil Malmaison, France at the time. This is one of the western suburbs of Paris. I had begun attending Bible Study Fellowship, an English speaking Bible study group that met in a Baptist church in Rueil Malmaison. A friend from the Bible study was driving me home after our meeting and in the car we chatted about what was happening in our lives. I happened to mention that for some strange reason I had begun to wake early in the morning, and was not able to get back to sleep.

To my surprise, she said to me, “ Do you think the Lord might be calling you to prayer?”

I had to be honest and say that I had not thought that might be a possibility. However, I certainly was willing to consider that. So the next morning when I awoke, I quietly slipped out of bed, crept downstairs so I would not arouse anyone else and settled in a chair in the living room to spend some time in prayer. It was like I had come home. That day I began a routine that has continued every day since. It was over twenty years ago and every day, He awakens me to come and meet with Him. I have never had to depend upon an alarm clock. He knows how much time I will need and awakens me accordingly.

I have to admit there are times when I have arisen reluctantly, only doing so out of obedience. There have been times when I have felt physical exhaustion. Yet, I would not ever want to give up this precious time.

As we continue to travel together, I will try to share with you some of the content of these valuable hours that I am able to spend in intercession.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Journey to Intercession

I promised yesterday to tell you how I became involved in the intensive intercession ministry that I now have. Today I will begin to do that.

Prayer has always been a part of my life. Like most people in my generation, my first memories of prayer are being taught to kneel by my bed as a little child and repeat a rote prayer. “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” This was followed by requests for God to bless all my family and friends. Early on, I began to name them off. I guess that I wanted to be sure the Lord knew the exact people I was asking Him to look after. It was also useful to me to help me remember family members who lived far away and who were not part of my daily life.

Later on, the family would all gather at the dinner table and after the meal, we would each take a turn and pray, my brothers and I taking our turns. We went through a rotation, beginning with my father and finishing with my younger brother. There I learned from the example of my parents to not only think about asking God for the things I wanted, but to have an awareness and concern for the needs of others.

I think that I must have been in my late teens or early twenties, when I decided to keep track of my prayers. I read somewhere that this was helpful, because you could then note when these prayers were answered. So, I started my lists. Usually I just entered the date and made a list of people that I was praying for. At times, I would also add specific requests for them beside their names in a word or two. These I kept in tiny spiral notepads.

As a young mother at home with my children, I remember always trying to take time for prayer in the morning, before I got into the activities of the day. As the children grew, it became more difficult to keep the discipline, but I usually managed to find some time in my day to spend in prayer. Having a list was helpful, as it gave me something tangible to go back to. I never devoted a great deal of time to prayer. In those years, it really was often prayer on the run. There were quiet times for prayer that I could somehow fit into my day, like when I was driving my children somewhere or waiting for appointments of various kinds.

It was really when I was in my early forties that I sensed the call to intercession. I will tell you more about that tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

My Life as an Intercessor

There is a significant part of my life that I have never written about. Now I feel that the time has come to do so. One of my greatest joys comes from my life as an intercessor. Probably the reason that I have not written about it is that it is so personal. Yet, it is also the most other oriented thing that I do. I am able to forget about myself when I am praying for others and to concentrate on them, on their needs, and on what God can and is doing in their lives. So I invite you to go on this very personal yet what I have found so enriching journey with me, as I try to share something of what my life is like as an intercessor. Tomorrow I will tell you how I started this incredible journey many years ago.

Friday, February 11, 2011

A Saga of a Book

When I began to work on my newly published book, More Questions than Answers, I gave no thought to the marketing of that book. I knew that I wanted to write about love as the distinguishing mark of a Christian. That was about all. Then as I picked up books and articles, I kept coming across phrases that related to listening, caring and accepting without judging. When a tragedy struck our family, I was forced to look deep within for some answers. I had begun to develop a collection of these articles and chapters of books and when I was ready to begin writing I began to sift through them and try to organize them into consistent categories, coloured by the experiences of my pilgrimage. Slowly my book began to take shape.

The gestation of the book lasted ten years during which time its form developed during evenings at the computer where I spent hours writing and editing and rewriting and editing some more and then rewriting and editing again. Finally, I arrived at a stage where I dared to let some trusted friends who seemed to be on the same wavelength read some of the chapters I had written. Their comments and suggestions led me to more rewriting and editing until the manuscript was polished enough to present to publishers.

Each year I sent the manuscript for advance critique before attending a writers’ conference. The critiques helped me to see areas that needed improvement and the positive comments that accompanied the rejections gave me enough courage to keep persisting because the material itself had merit.

Finally, an editor was ready to consider publication but assigned me the task of rewriting the whole book in a less scholarly and pedantic way, creating instead a friendlier, everyday manner of expression more consistent with the material in the book. It was the advice my husband had given me. The timing was precise. It happened just at before I was laid off one job and was unable to start a new one for three months. The amount of time was sufficient to do the rewrite.

By this time, I was convinced the Lord could use what I had to say for his purposes. I had come to a fork in the road. I loved the material of my book, but I knew that I either had to persist, rewrite and see it through to publication or let it go forever. I prayed what I thought was a bold prayer. “Lord, if you want to use this book, you will have to give me the time to write. I cannot work full time and give it the attention that it needs. “ Two weeks later, I was laid off from my employment.

The next three months were such joy. Every day I spent eight hours at the computer rewriting the text as a story and not as an instruction manual. I found that my own heart was stirred as I read over what I was writing. I sensed the presence of the Spirit with me. I knew that I was the instrument that He was using to echo His thoughts and ideas. They were being fashioned in His love.

When it was rewritten, I submitted it to another publisher and it was accepted. When I first read the e-mail, I could not believe my eyes. Signing the contract with the publisher was only the beginning of the next stage. The book required professional copyediting and preparation for typesetting with re-readings at every step along the way.

I loved the cover that the publisher created and I sensed it was just right. I was so excited the first time I clicked on the publisher’s website and saw the book there ready for purchase. I did not even have my author’s copies yet. They were in the mail to me.

By the time my copies arrived, I had begun to understand something about the next stage in the life of this newborn. I could not just tuck her away in a corner and expect her to survive. I had to care for her, to nourish her, to expose her to the light and take her out to be with others. That was going to mean I had to learn about marketing.

When writers want to learn about anything, the first place they look is in books (or at least that was the case before the internet). I went online to The Word Guild listserv and requested suggestions of good marketing books. Off I went to the local bookstore to buy the first one. The others I ordered on line.

While the publisher is helpful, I know that they have hundreds of books to market and if I am going to get mine into the hands of those who will benefit from it, it is up to me to try and find as many markets as I can myself. I am gleaning ideas about marketing from all kinds of sources. Just as when I began to think about the book, I kept running into articles and stories about listening, now I am constantly finding material about marketing.

A debate that rages is particularly acute for us as Christian writers. The key issue is whether we need to market ourselves, which is often what we are doing as we try to sell our books or whether we just leave it to the Lord to bring the people who need them to our books. As with most debates, I expect this is not an either/or question but there are times when we need to speak out for our books as Arthur Paul Boers pointed out in an earlier post. At other times, we will be able to stand still and see God at work using the creation that He has gifted us with for His purposes in ways we could never have imagined. It is not all work and it is not all grace. As it so many other areas of life, it is cooperative grace.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Recommendation

See the recommendation given by Women Alive for my book More Questions than Answers, Sharing Faith by Listening at http://www.womenalive.org/newsfull.php?NewsID=155

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Encouragement from a friend


Here is a note that I received from a friend from France about my book More Questions than Answers, Sharing Faith by Listening:

"FYI - excerpt from a letter I wrote to a friend:

...

I am now in Seattle with Jan and my darling grandchildren, and feel so grateful and blessed to be able
to spend one week being part of all the various circumstances of their daily lives. I'm working on laying
the foundations for trust and sharing (based on the reading I have done so far in Eleanor Shepherd's book
"More Questions than Answers", about the importance of good listening before any kind of faith sharing),
which I expect will "pay off" in the future course of our relationships.

...

Thank you, Eleanor, for enumerating many simple, but important principles, which are already paving the way
forward! (I only just received the book upon my arrival in the U.S. and am now in the process of reading through it.)
Blessings and God's provision to you as you promote this uplifting, encouraging and useful book you've written!"