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People crowded around Jesus to listen to the word of God. (Luke 5:1-6)

People crowded around Jesus to listen to the word of God.

(Luke 5:1-6)

Nearby an author stood in a booth packing up his books. When Jesus asked permission to sit in the booth, the author shoved aside some boxes to make room. After speaking to the people, Jesus asked the author to put out some books for display and some bookmarks.

The author replied, “Master, I’ve worked hard all night—months, actually—and haven’t anything to show for it. But because you say so, sure, I will put out some promotional materials.”

When he had done as Jesus asked, the author sold such a large number of books that his back began to ache from lifting boxes. His hand cramped from signing copies. Overwhelmed, he signaled to friends in other booths for help. Others hurried over to unpack boxes, take orders, and hand out bookmarks. The author sold out all the books he had plus books from his friends’ booths.

Astonished the author said, “Go away from me, Lord! I am a sinful man.”

Jesus replied, “Don’t be afraid. From now on you will catch men for me with your words.”

That day the author stopped promoting books the old way, left everything, and followed Jesus.

Will we?

Book marketing Jesus’ way places our confidence in him. We work to make our books known but trust that only he can bless our efforts. When we work with all our heart as though working for the Lord (Colossians 3:23-24), we can be sure we will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward, for it is our Lord Christ we are serving.

Our Prayer

“Lord, help us to write for you, to have your heart, your compassion, your grace and mercy for others. Through your Spirit inspire us to add words to our books and writings that will draw others to you. We want to catch people for you with our words. Amen and amen. ”

This is but one of ten encouraging stories we will explore from the life of Jesus for how he went about promoting his message of Good News. Learn from:

  • Two Fig Trees
  • Wind and Waves
  • Water and Wine
  • Loaves and Fishes
  • Fish and Nets
  • A Fish With A Coin
  • An Miraculous Open Door

and more.

When thousands gathered on a hillside to hear Jesus teach he already had in mind what he was going to do. (John 6:6) Is this the way you come to your book promotion? Do you already have in mind what the outcome will be? How many copies will sell, how much you’ll spend? What your return on investment will be? Or are your efforts simply based on hope and a vague prayer for blessing from God?

There is a better way to promote your books—one that doesn’t require spending more money than you can afford to invest. If you believe in Jesus and his power of restoration and life, you might benefit from Book Marketing Jesus’ Way. Begin to believe your words are even now blessings others and pointing them to Jesus.

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Our Purpose and Activity From God Cannot Be Stopped

Acts 5:36-39

A Fictional Adaption of (Acts 5:36-39)

Recently a conferee at a writers conference commented on the sudden popularity of an author and how almost as quickly the individual’s fame plummeted.

“Some time ago Gladis’ books were everywhere. She was on morning shows, featured on book clubs, even rumored to be about to start her own publishing company. She claimed to  have the secret to publishing success and at one point had about four hundred others committed to doing whatever work she asked. Then she was tragically killed in a car accident and all her followers went back to doing what they were doing before. All of it came to nothing.”

I nodded but said nothing.

“After her, Jude whatshisname, the guy from Gatlinburg, appeared in the days leading up to the last election and led a bunch of people in a march on the Capital. His book was number one on Amazon. He too was killed, in this case by police, and all his followers were scattered. Some are probably still hiding. I’m still trying to figure out if I can replicate any of the success those two enjoyed. Do you have any advice?”

The faculty member I’d come to meet with had been sitting at the table with us during this conversation, listening.

Finally he said, “In instances like these I would advise you not to get too excited about sudden fame or a quick best seller. Instead, work on the craft and follow the lead of the Holy Spirit. If your purpose or activity is only of human origin, it will fail. Or at least fade from the public’s memory. Maybe not right away, but in time.”

“Paul wrote almost half the New Testament,” I said, “and as far as we can tell he never earned a cent in royalties. I doubt he saw any of his works in print. And yet who of us wouldn’t like to have that sort of legacy.”

“C.S. Lewis died one week short of his 65th birthday,” my faculty friend added. “Name another author whose books are being sold more now than they were when they were alive. Lewis’ vision for the Christian life was seemingly simple while being very complex. My advice is this: if your writing is from God, no person or event will be able to stop your influence for his kingdom. And should anyone try, they’ll only find themselves fighting against God. Write for him and write what he tells you to write. God is in the business of creativity and productivity.”

When others come against you, meditate on these verses. Take comfort in knowing God is on your side.

Devise your strategy, but it will be thwarted; propose your plan, but it will not stand, for God is with us. (Isaiah 8:10)

The Lord thwarts the purposes of the peoples. (Psalm 33:10)

When in doubt as to whether your work is of worth and glorifies him, meditate on this verse.

Whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God. (John 3:21)

Write what the Holy Spirit places on your heart. Write with excellence. Then wait on the Lord. His submission process considers the impact our writing will have for all eternity. Be faithful and let his fame be your glory.


Onesimus and the Cost of Running

Mark 2:13-17

A torch light led two guards and I down ladders, past darkened rooms and into the bowels of the ship. Our route ended at a small door half as high as a full grown man. With a key the guard unlocked the door, opened it briefly, then shoved me roughly forward. Tumbling headlong into blackness, I landed on men who, appearing startled, cursed at my sudden appearance. Above me the door slammed shut, confining me to the ship’s brig.

All about men groaned or became ill due to the ship’s heaving, rolling motion,. Others cursed their unfortunate luck. Many spoke in tongues foreign to my ears. If the young woman had expected me to find a welcoming audience aboard the Asklepia she greatly misjudged the temperament of her crew and captain. Running always comes at a price. For me, my attempts to flee Saul and Barnabas in order to return home had placed me in great danger.

The Cost of Running

“My god will not stand for this travesty,” said a voice in front of me. “Honored, I am, in my village.”

“As am I in my town,” said another. “Why, I sit at the city gates deciding matters with other elders.”

A heavy dampness clung to my skin. The stench of unwashed men and their foul sickness from the rocking of the ship caused me to take short, quick breaths. Here and there one or another muttered curses or a groan.

“Perhaps our gods are asleep,” a younger voice replied.

“Or indisposed,” said a third.

I did not dare suggest to those around me that there was but one God, the Creator of the Heavens and Earth and all within and under.

Another voice, this one more calm and closer than the others, asked, “How did you come to be aboard?”

When I did not respond, a sharp and hard blow jarred the back of my shoulder.

“Onesimus asked you a question. Answer him!”

“I, ah, am . . . ” I considered explaining all that had happened that led me to the ship’s brig, but unable to see the faces of those around me, I concluded it best to do as the young woman had suggested. “I have, um, an important message for the owner of this vessel.”

“As do I,” growled the man seated next to me.

“And me.”

“Perhaps your message was meant for more than one, yes? Perhaps it might also be for us as well?”

While I considered the man’s comment, another swift and jarring blow struck the back of my shoulder, pitching me forward. “Do not ignore Onesimus when he speaks to you.”

Unable to make out the faces of those around me I was terrified and wished for some weapon in my hands. But all I could do was remain still and hope the rough crowd pressing in around me would not treat me as the mob outside the prison had wished.

“‘Follow me,'” I said. “That is the message of the Teacher. Our Lord desires that all follow him.”

“What an odd command.”

The touch of the man’s hand resting on my shoulder startled me. “I am Onesimus,” he said. “Slave to Philemon of Colossae. And you?”

“John Mark, a Hebrew from Jerusalem and a bond servant of my Lord.”

“Well I have known others who sought to gather a following. All proved to be frauds who wished to fill their purses with silver and gold. Who is this Teacher who seeks admirers? ”

“Jesus of Nazareth,” I replied. “The day he gave his invitation for others to follow, a Roman tax collector was sitting in his booth along a well-traveled road. At once this man Levi, left everything and followed the Teacher. Not long afterwards Levi hosted a dinner at his home. In attendance were many others like himself along with thieves, harlots, drunks, and all manner of individuals who were forbidden from entering the synagogue and worshipping our God.”

“I worship my god with good spirits,” a voice remarked.

His response elicited a mix of snickering and affirming, “Here, here!” from others.

“Ignore them,” said Onesimus. “Their laughter masks their fears of what is to come. Please tell me more of this Jesus.”

“While eating with these people of the street the teachers of the religious rules and others of high standing in the synagogue asked the Teacher’s disciples: ‘Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?’ On hearing this, the Teacher replied, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.”

“Would you be so bold as to think that I need to repent?” asked Onesimus.

The sternness of his tone left me wondering if I had misjudged his character.

“We are all sinners in the eyes of my God, Yahweh, the Creator of Heaven and Earth and all that is above and below. None stands in a right relationship with Him, not one. His ways are greater than our ways. He alone is holy. We are but unclean men adorned in filthy rags.”

“If only I had rags to wear,” said a man.

“To believe we are worthy of looking upon the Teacher’s glory in our present state is to deceive ourselves. For this reason I was hauled aboard, this I now see. Though my message is for the captain and the owner of its cargo, I perceive that some here among you are also meant to hear the Teacher’s invitation to follow and serve him only.'”

“Let not another hear you speak in this way,” said Onesimus. “For if you suggest that we serve another master I fear you will be flogged and turned over to the Roman soldiers for execution. Others have attempted to free us and suffered as such and worse.”

In that moment the door above us opened and the call came, “Hoist the lad upwards!”

No sooner had some begun to lift me towards the faint light above when a man near me shouted, “He speaks of insurrection and seeks to provoke us to flee our master.”

“Here! here! Is true. The lad deserves the lash!” said another.

If your god is the creator of all, as you suggest,” said Onesimus, “perhaps he will save you. If not, we will know your words are untrue.” The strong hands of Onesimus cupped me under my arms and lifted me high. “Regardless, your appointment with the captain of this ship has arrived.”

A moment later two guards marched me towards the captain’s quarters.