“If the prosperity gospel had a heart, Karen has stomped that sucker flat . . . Whether you live in a mansion on a cliff, a shack by still waters, or in a single-wide on cinder blocks, this is a worthy read.” — Wm. Paul Young, author of The Shack
“I have been a ‘have’ and a ‘have not’ in my life. I have found in my walk with the Lord, as Karen illustrates so well in these beautiful stories, that the riches he desires for us have nothing to do with money. I love a writer that’s not afraid to walk with real people and speak the truth of their lives. Keep shining your light Karen!” — Jeff Foxworthy
“I loved it, Karen! Funny and seductive and deadly serious…the only way I know to take on the prosperity charlatans is to do a lateral around them to their weak backsides, and you have sure done it well!” —Phyllis Tickle, author & founding editor of the Religion Department of PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
It says something about the kind of publisher Zondervan is — Tom Dean, marketing director, came in from Grand Rapids to attend the event at the Georgia Center for the Book. He came bearing flowers and that wonderful, gleeful smile.
Tom wasn’t the only one who made the trip. Lots of people joined with us.
We started the evening @ the Watershed. Food was so great that the Food Network was at the restaurant, taping.
I ordered the hot veggie plate and I’m telling you that sweet potato casserole was heavenly.
I don’t know if Mary Kay Andrews and Party Patti were having trouble reading the menu or what.
Personally, having Jack Riggs sing Janis Joplin and Roger Miller was my favorite part of my presentation.
Though I think Beth Vann’s interview about the work going on at Decatur Cooperative Ministries was really enlightening for many folks.
If you really want some entertainment, join us for a star-studded event at the Georgia Center for the Book, Decatur Public Library, 7 p.m. Tuesday. Catering by Chick-Fil-A. Interview with Beth Vann, Decatur Cooperative Ministries. Stories by Karen Spears Zacharias. Music by Jack Riggs. Jokes at Patti Callahan Henry’s expense.
Shame is my least favorite emotion. It’s different than guilt. Guilt I can deal with. Guilt compels me to action. I can confess my sin, ask forgiveness and strive to do better next time.
Shame is the stranger who leads me down a dark road where more shameful things await, things that will surely cause me pain, leave me wounded, and struggling to figure out how it was I got off on the wrong path.
When I was a child shame was a familiar, if unwelcome, companion.
I felt shame when at age 9, I lost my father. It’s only part of a longer story but the night before he shipped out to Vietnam, Daddy had teased me over some candy I had but refused to share with him. The next year, when he died in a battlefield, I felt shame.
Okay, folks, here’s a real treat. It’s a post from Tim, that fella I went off up North and married. He told me this story on the phone today in hopes that I would post it but I told him I could never remember it the way he told it, so he’d have to write it out, and he did. I hope you enjoy it. This is the kind of God’s poetry I’m talking about:
At church this morning during share time, Pastor Kevin related this amazing story. I had to share it with you all.
Karen Spears Zacharias had her first kiss in a trailer, smoked her first and last cigarette in a trailer, asked Jesus into her heart on bended knee in a trailer, fell madly in love in a trailer (a couple of different times), and gave birth to her firstborn child in a trailer. More...