“A New Language of the Heart” to be released this weekend!

HHBC writing team’s newest book, filled with life changing stories of international college students, will be released on October 7, 2013!

Fifty stories have been collected. Fifty people from around the world who have been impacted by leaving their homes and moving to Edmond, Oklahoma, and attending the University of Central Oklahoma, have shared their inspiring stories! One student was a Buddhist monk, another student’s brother disappeared during Kenyan riots, and another became a Christian while visiting a church beneath a Ramen Noodle store in Japan!

We, along with several others, have had the opportunity to share Christ with sweet people from China, Bulgaria, England, Mongolia, Cameroon, and so many more countries.
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The books will be given to our church families but donations, of course, will be accepted. Our goal is to be able to pass out these books free to international students who come to our city. I am so blessed to be a part of this ministry. It always amazes me what God has done right here in Edmond.

For more international stories see www.spurgeons.wordpress.com.

Even then, should I rejoice?

 

When opportunity brings joy,
should I rejoice?
When daybreak brings tranquility,
should sadness enter in?
What if around the world there’s pain?
What if a mother’s under strain
to feed her child?
Should I rejoice,
and laugh and play?

When morning comes to brighten me
while children play around my knee
and my heart sings songs
of needed peace,
should I rejoice?
What if a child is beaten down,
beneath a father’s drunken hand,
too weak to cry, to understand?
Should peace surround me
even then?

Can love sit still,
hold back the tears?
Does love need times,
small dots in years
to listen first,
in God rejoice
before the raging battle
starts again?

Kathryn Spurgeon
#4308 7/25/12

Going Home

Here’s one of my poems published in the Lutheran Digest. It reminds me of my young nephew Daniel, who now sits on his heavenly Father’s lap, and of Carl, Louise’s husband, who is greatly missed here on earth.

I AM HOME 

Close my eyes and think of heaven.
Enter in the pearly gates.
Greet with joy, Apostle Peter.
Smell and see and feel and taste.

Roam the streets, the bright lights shining.
Loved ones greet me, everywhere.
Guide me to the mansion waiting.
Feel the presence, feel the care.

 Walk into the throne of glory.
To the One who holds all truth.
Bow before the great Creator,
King of Kings, Lord of my youth.

 In the presence of my Father
As He sits upon his throne,
Arms outstretching, I run to Him
“Father, Father, I am home!”

By Kathryn Spurgeon #2461 Lutheran Digest, March 2004

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Book sent to Agent

I re-edited my first novel, Up Town, and sent it off to be considered for publication! Yeah! Okay, I’ve been working on this for years, and gleaned information from many sources including enlivening fodder from my great Aunt Blanche. See her website at www.blanchetrimble.wordpress.com.

However, the summary is harder than writing the book, so any advise is appreciated.

Sibyl Trimble, daughter of a wealthy banker during the Great Depression, wants to help the poor, but when she falls in love with a hobo, gets pregnant and must marry, she find herself in the poverty she wanted to alleviate. Despair threatens until she learns that God is greater than her dreams, and her marriage was what she wanted all along.

Up Town is a 1930’s historical novel, the first in a series of historical novels. The proposal for Up Town won 3rd place in Historical Romance in the Oklahoma Writers Federation contest and is approximately 97,000 words in length.

My agent, Les Stobbe, has been great to come up with ideas and is sending the manuscript off to several editors. Please pray with me for God’s hand to be with Up Town.

When Fear Threatened

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I wrote a poem a few days ago that may seem a little strange. 🙂 I wrote it after our Friday night Bible study where we discussed emotions and pride. And what keeps us from obeying God.

I stopped when the snake threatened to appear.

I subdued my feelings – the anxiety, fear.

I hid all the past times I failed to control.

I buried the pain so no one would know.

I bantered the thought that I could be set free,

Let the words escape, let the snake-skin me

Be changed, resurrected to a soft-hearted soul

Who was not afraid to let anyone know

That a weakness resided deep down inside.

The snake, when I found him, was only my pride.

 #4251 9/15/11