They are the folks who have taken on the risk of publishing An Uncommon Faith. I say ‘risk’ because it obviously costs money to publish, print, and promote a book, and Hannibal Books (an evangelical Christian publisher) has not required me to put up any amount toward the project, as do most publishers.
I appreciate their confidence in the book. (My home-made version was printed and sold at a net loss of about $2,000, but that’s OK, because it was never my intention of profiting from Jan’s testimony.) The published version is now available at their website: www.hannibalbooks.com/catalog or it can be ordered through amazon.com.
Me and the kiddos are driving to Virginia this week to spend some time with David, Jan’s father, and her step-mother. I reckon a turkey or two will be sacrificed for the Thanksgiving ritual.
Thanksgiving was established by George Washington and declared a Federal Holiday by Abraham Lincoln as a day of prayer to God, thanking Him for His abundant blessings. We will do the same, as we thank God for Jan’s life and for the assurance that we will spend eternity with her, along with all those who have placed their faith, hope, and trust in the Lord, Jesus Christ.
A can’t help but end on a humorous note. The girls have been planning big meals for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day when David is here. This is what Jan would have done. Well, one of my consequences of turning 50 is that I must have a colonoscopy as part of my general medical exam (required before I can receive medical clearance by the IMB). (If you are not sure what a colonoscopy is, go look it up; I’m not about to describe it on this public site!)
So, I call our family doctor, a Jew, who says his earliest open date for such an exam is December 26 (Jews, obviously, don’t follow a Christmas holiday schedule). To prepare for the exam, I cannot have solid food for the previous 48 hours – that’s Christmas Eve and Christmas Day! My kids don’t know whether to laugh at me or cry for me. Ah, the sacrifices we missionaries make.
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Oh no, Mark! I cannot believe your sentence "Then there’s my prostrate". One can certainly tell when one's fact checker/editor is not around. Hi, I'm Jan's friend Susan from Vinton. It tickles me your typo. You sound like a country boy, for sure! Prostrate is a physical position one takes, prostate is the gland you were referring to. Coming from the Vinton area I have fought that very same speaking/writing error all my life. Then when you add my farmer in-laws from S.C. then you've got a whole new way to butcher the language.
Hope I didn't razz you too much. Just wanted to tease and say hello to your clan. Hope your Turkey Day was enjoyable.
Susan Fleming
Woops. You're right. I did use the wrong word. It should be 'prostate' instead of 'prostrate'. You're also right that I'm a country boy at heart, and we never lernt to spell well.
Woops. You're right. I did use the wrong word. It should be 'prostate' instead of 'prostrate'. You're also right that I'm a country boy at heart, and we never lernt to spell well.
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