C. S. Lewis on Happiness

           I love Lewis’ clarity about why we can’t find happiness by living as our own masters or even gods. There’s a void inside of us to be filled by the One God, the only I AM where we can find true joy, peace, and happiness. My wish for you is for a blessed Holy Week and Resurrection Day. Jesus is coming soon!

C. S. Lewis, On happiness

What Satan put into the heads of our remote ancestors was the idea that they could “be like gods”—could set up on their own as if they had created themselves—be their own masters—invent some sort of happiness for themselves outside God, apart from God. And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

From Mere Christianity
Compiled in Words to Live By

Mere Christianity. Copyright © 1952, C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. Copyright renewed © 1980, C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers. Words to Live By: A Guide for the Merely Christian. Copyright © 2007 by C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers.

His Kingdom is Forever

Rosanne Croft

I had a tune in my head. Turns out it was this hymn by Martin Luther, whose life struggles sound like ours! Actually, he had it worse. Far worse. The line: “the body they may kill” is a dead giveaway to his perilous times.  Anyway, I love his courageous spirit. Maybe the tune will stay with you, too.                              Blessings, Rosanne

A Mighty Fortress

A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing;
our helper he amid the flood
of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right man on our side,
the man of God’s own choosing.

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His Kingdom is Forever

I had a tune in my head. Turns out it was this hymn by Martin Luther, whose life struggles sound like ours! Actually, he had it worse. Far worse. The line: “the body they may kill” is a dead giveaway to his perilous times.  Anyway, I love his courageous spirit. Maybe the tune will stay with you, too.                              Blessings, Rosanne

A Mighty Fortress

A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing;
our helper he amid the flood
of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right man on our side,
the man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth, his name,
from age to age the same,
and he must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear, for God hath willed
his truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
his rage we can endure,
for lo, his doom is sure;
one little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers,
no thanks to them, abideth;
the Spirit and the gifts are ours,
thru him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also;
the body they may kill;
God’s truth abideth still;
his kingdom is forever.

Oregon Christian Writers Summer Conference

I’m excited and privileged to attend Oregon Christian Writers Summer Conference next week. I always come home with great expectations and a new resolve to write, write, write! It will be great to see old friends and an honor to be a member of a Coaching Class with Sally Apokedak. For those of you waiting for Book 3, For Time and Eternity, I believe the conference will speed me along with even more ideas for a finished book.

Blessings, Rosanne

A Saint in the Eternal City Now On Kindle at Amazon

Thanks for waiting, ebook readers!  A Saint in the Eternal City is available for $3.49 on Kindle at Amazon.com.  And when you buy the Print edition, a Kindle edition is included for 99 cents.

Even the magical atmosphere of the Eternal City of Rome can’t keep Alex from missing his girl, Jennalee, back in Utah. wondering if she still loves him, he tries to reconnect, but can’t reach her. Will he stay true to Jennalee and his Bible-believing faith, or cast it all aside for the luxury cars and hefty paychecks of his new job?

Pressure to conform to her family and LDS Church requirements overwhelm Jennalee. After all, she’s a dutiful 4th great grand-daughter of Brigham Young. With no communication, she could lose the only guy she’s ever loved. Doubts about her beliefs assail her and she has no one to turn to. Will Jennalee find enough courage to follow her heart?

Ensnared by an evil conspiracy, their lives spin out of control and the reality of an all-seeing God challenges Jennalee to make the hardest decision of her life.

 

A Saint in the Eternal City

A Saint in the Eternal City catches up with Alex in Italy and Jennalee in Utah, separated without communication. Their young lives are at a crucial point where they must make life changing decisions. So many obstacles . . . do they love each other enough to overcome?

Finally I am able to offer faithful readers of my first book, A Gentile in Deseret, the second book in the Believe in Love series. From my heart, thanks for waiting. The books were meant to follow each other quickly but like my characters, events arose that I couldn’t control. Know that the third in the series will be out in a timely way.

 

Working Hard. . .

Hang on, readers! Alex and Jennalee are alive and actively kicking to get the rest of their story into your hands! Readers of  “A Gentile in Deseret” will be relieved to know I’m working hard on publishing the e book edition for the sequel. “A Saint in the Eternal City” will be forthcoming after a few glitches are solved. I am determined to follow up with a print edition as well.

OCW’s Cascade Writing Contest Finalist

What an honor  to announce that “A Gentile in Deseret“, my YA novel, has been chosen as a finalist in Oregon Christian Writers’ Cascade Writing Contest. Winners in each category will be announced at OCW’s annual Summer Conference in August. It will be exciting to hear if “A Gentile. . .” wins, but meanwhile, I’m blessed to know my little story got this far!

C S Lewis on Heaven

I so want to talk with C. S. Lewis when I get there!

Rosanne Croft

On heaven

The symbols under which Heaven is presented to us are (a) a dinner party, (b) a wedding, (c) a city, and (d) a concert. It would be grotesque to suppose that the guests or citizens or members of the choir didn’t know one another. And how can love of one another be commanded in this life if it is to be cut short at death?

Think of yourself just as a seed patiently waiting in the earth: waiting to come up a flower in the Gardener’s good time, up into the real world, the real waking. I suppose that our whole present life, looked back on from there, will seem only a drowsy half- waking. We are here in the land of dreams. But cock-crow is coming.

From The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, Volume III
Compiled in Words to Live By

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C S Lewis on Heaven

On heaven

The symbols under which Heaven is presented to us are (a) a dinner party, (b) a wedding, (c) a city, and (d) a concert. It would be grotesque to suppose that the guests or citizens or members of the choir didn’t know one another. And how can love of one another be commanded in this life if it is to be cut short at death?

Think of yourself just as a seed patiently waiting in the earth: waiting to come up a flower in the Gardener’s good time, up into the real world, the real waking. I suppose that our whole present life, looked back on from there, will seem only a drowsy half- waking. We are here in the land of dreams. But cock-crow is coming.

From The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, Volume III
Compiled in Words to Live By