The room was always dark, save for the flickering TV screen. I laid stretched out on the couch.
Pretending to be barely able to move.
Hoping that when my mom arrived from a visit to the pharmacy that she would remember me. How could she forget? She was getting yet another prescription . . . for me.
But . . . would she remember a coloring book perchance? Or an orange push-up pop (back in the days when I was just a kid . . . not concerned about it if was organic).
I needn't have worried. My mom always remembered.
One time . . . when I had the worst case of chicken pox she disguised my beloved stuffed animal, named with a very original name – Dog – as a mangy mutt riddled with the same complications. Dog wasn’t left with scars, though.
Campbell's chicken noodle soup, grilled cheese, toast with butter accompanied by Inspector Gadget, Mr. Ed, Wonder Woman, Oprah, Casper, Scooby Doo, Fat Albert, Rocky and Bullwinkle.
Passing the time. My substitute teacher for the last month of kindergarten.
STOP
P.S. I gandered over to Hulu to see if they had any of my old cartoons available for view. Low and behold . . . they do.
The boys are watching Inspector Gadget. I was informed by Gabe, before the show even started, that this was his favorite one.
And Asher . . . made me howl. “Mom, you didn’t watch this when you were a kid. This is in color. Your shows were in black and white.”
For those of you who don’t know me . . . I am NOT that old.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo from The Gypsy Mama . . . an IRL acquaintance. I *heart* 5 Minute Fridays!
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Rain today. But rain that did not depress . . . or aggravate my easily disturbed homeostasis. It did not tightly bottle the energy of my children to the point of a water kefir explosion with permanent discoloration upon their souls.
They . . . they delighted in learning. Swift hugs. Air kisses. Letter C’s. Cuneiform. The land of Sumer, home to paper and the Fertile Crescent. A stick figure Elijah who had faith to call upon heaven and light afire on wet wood.
Random quotes from my husband such as, “It’s big, heavy, colors don’t match.{dramatic pause} I wouldn’t have it.” and “I’m so tired; I think I’ll fall asleep riding my bike to work tomorrow.”
And me, imagining my Engineer in plaid pajamas (even though I have never known him to wear such a bold covering), long cap with a fuzzy white pom pom, and Snoopy pillow . . . being towed by Jeff. The very Jeff who wants me to write about how our food is delivered to our doorstep. (Please tell them I sent you.)
A white sink that appeared after a long absence; discovered by my mom who is braver than I.
Romano encrusted chicken salad delivered. Even though I haven’t lived with my mom in years, she still feeds me with her hands.
Candles that flicker to the graceful keystrokes of David Neveu.
A simple coffee shared with the Engineer . . . over a provocative discussion involving carpet tiles.
The second post . . . the third day . . . in November. Thankful.
Visit my friend Conny to make your own list. Don’t have a blog? Leave a comment here . . . or there.
This marks the third year. The third year that I have known Conny and that she has offered thanks. In November. For the month of November.
She really is thankful during the other 11 months. It’s just that she is making a POINT of tell the WORLD in November that she has some things that she just wants to say thanks about.
“You shouldn’t have God. But You did. Thanks from little ‘ol me.”
I’ll join her.
November 1 and 2 . . .
Number 1: Ya know that I attended the Relevant Conference. I learned lots and really need to share. It is thru writing that I process. More on that later. BUT because of this conference I had that chance to truly see that the Engineer . . . rocks.
I normally try and stay silent about his major rock-ness. But I can’t. The guy basically lactated. Not really. But he totally took care of Naomi. She was even wearing pink when I returned. (At least, I think she was. She matched.)
Number 2: The house was picked-up.
Number 3: And the Engineer . . . was preparing lunch. Number 4: I was greeted by his backside. Which I didn’t mind.
Number 5: Bonus . . . . flowers.
Number 6: The hugs have continued from my sons even though I have been home since Sunday morning. Love this. I’m thinking about leaving again, just so that I can feel like a celebrity upon my arrival home again.
Number 7: Obedience equals milk and a happily reunited mommy and nursing babe.
Number 8: Leaves on the trees. Still.
I love that I encountered snow, but returned home to sunshine.
Number 9: The dirt pile is gone! I have a driveway again.
Number 10: A good school day. A nice mother-in-law who brings lunch, coffee, folds laundry, and helps with Awana verses.
The book arrived in our mailbox. Like any other day, I had to sneak out the front door and hope that I had been quiet enough to allow me access to the mailbox without its seven year old guard alerted to my momentary disappearance.
I failed.
He, being Asher, arrived seconds before me and captured the contents in the tube.
Little did I know, that my husband lives a similar life to main character of The Tehran Initiative, David Shirazi. An undercover secret life. Though the Engineer doesn’t work for the government, he is a secret book stealer. Well trained. Swift. Removing the book from my possession before I realized it was missing.
And that, friends, should tell you how riveting this novel is. I liked The Twelfth Iman . . . but The Tehran Initiative is the better story of the two. However, don’t miss the prior Joel Rosenberg books. (I’ll list them at the end.)
If you are reading from my feed, click here to view the video trailer.
I am going to deviate from how I normally handle a review and share with you how Joel Rosenberg answered some very interesting questions. (Thanks Tyndale!) Why am I doing this? Why devote so much blog space . . . so many words?
Because.
Because it is crucial for you to attempt to catch a glimpse of what our future holds. Joel Rosenberg has written a series of books that are fiction. Yes, fiction. But fiction can take us to an uncomfortable and scary place from the location of our safe home.
I encourage you to read his books . . . especially Rosenberg’s nonfiction work. Then, compare it to what the Bible actually says.
This is the second book with CIA operative David Shirazi. Where does the story pick up from your previous bestseller The Twelfth Imam?
A:The Tehran Initiative begins about sixty seconds after The Twelfth Imam leaves off. I’ve tried to create a near seamless connection between the two. And there’s another book coming, The Damascus Countdown. {Insert: YAHOOOO!!!!}
You started writing The Tehran Initiative when the Arab Spring began earlier this year. Did events impact your writing or the storyline?
A:Actually, I was well into writing The Tehran Initiative when the “Arab Spring” began and it was a little eerie because the novel opens with the assassination of the President Egypt and Egypt descending into chaos after the leader’s fall. Fortunately, Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak wasn’t killed, but he certainly fell quickly and somewhat unexpectedly and Egypt is still reeling from the aftermath. The novel really focuses a great deal on the intense desire amongst many Muslims in the Middle East and North Africa to build a global Islamic empire, or a “caliphate.” And that’s certainly a growing theme among the Islamists in the region this year.
Perhaps what struck me most curious since the publication of The Twelfth Imam and while I was researching and writing The Tehran Initiative is that the so-called Supreme Leader of Iran, the Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, has began speaking more publicly about the coming of the Twelfth Imam. He used to be silent, or nearly so, on this subject. He let President Ahmadinejad do all the public talking about Shia End Times theology. But Khamenei has become more bold over the past year or so. He has told people that he has met personally with the Twelfth Imam, though we don’t know what he meant. Did he meet with a flesh and blood person? Did he see a dream? Or a vision? We don’t know. But Khamenei has also asserted that he is the personal representative on earth of the Twelfth Imam, as well as the so-called Prophet Muhammad.
These developments – along with his support for Iran’s aggressive nuclear development program – suggest Khamenei senses the time is very short before some claiming to be the Twelfth Imam emerges publicly. In part, that’s why the Iranian government released the pseudo-documentary film in early 2011 called, “The Coming Is Near,” about all the geopolitical signs that they believe are indicators that the Mahdi’s arrival is increasingly close at hand.
Whether it will really happen or not remains to be seen. But the Iranian leadership is certainly convinced. Most of them, anyway. And, of course, the Bible tells us in Matthew chapter twenty-four to expect false prophets and false messiahs in the last days. So we can’t rule out the possibility that we’ll actually as false messiah emerge from the Shia world.
You’ve earned a reputation of writing stories that seemed ripped from tomorrow’s headlines. What is going on in The Tehran Initiative that we can see unfolding in the news?
A:I think the biggest parallel between The Tehran Initiative and current events is the growing sense amongst Shia Muslim leaders – particularly in Iran – that the Twelfth Imam is coming any moment, coupled with Iran’s feverish efforts to build nuclear weapons, and the Israelis’ growing isolation in the world and feeling that they may have to hit Iran all by themselves.
Did you see Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s apocalyptic address at the U.N. in September, or read the full text? You should. It’s instructive. Ahmadinejad is not a world leader worthy of the world stage. He is the evil leader of an Iranian death cult. A recent U.N. report indicates he is making progress in building nuclear weapons. He is calling for the arrival of the Twelfth Imam and wiping Israel “off the map.” He aspires to be a mass murderer beyond the scale of Adolf Hitler. He deserves to be in prison, or an insane asylum. His U.N. speech was further proof, if more was needed.
Like Hitler’s speeches in Germany in the 1920s and 1930s, Ahmadinejad isn’t hiding what he believes. He’s pretty clear. He denied the Holocaust. He blasted the U.S. for bringing Osama Bin Laden to justice. He blamed the terrorist attacks 9/11 on the U.S. government. He insisted that his so-called messiah known as “Imam al-Mahdi” or the Twelfth Imam is coming soon. He insisted Jesus Christ will come with the Mahdi to take over the world. He called for a one-world government when he called for “the shared and collective management of the world.”
Consider these excerpts: “This movement is certainly on its rightful path creation, ensuring a promising future for humanity. A future that will be built when humanity initiates to trend the path of the divine prophets and the righteous under the leadership of Imam al-Mahdi, the Ultimate Savior of mankind and the inheritor to all divine messengers and leaders and to the pure generation of our great Prophet. The creation of a supreme and ideal society with the arrival of a perfect human being who is a true and sincere lover of all human beings, is the guaranteed promise of Allah. He will come alongside with Jesus Christ to lead the freedom and justice lovers to eradicate tyranny and discrimination, and promote knowledge, peace, justice freedom and love across the world. He will present to every single individual all the beauties of the world and all good things which bring happiness for humankind.”
Though most world leaders do not appear to understand what Ahmadinejad is really saying, students of Shia Islamic eschatology or End Times theology do. The Iranian leader believes the end of the world as we have known it is increasingly close at hand. He believes the time for establishing an Islamic caliphate or global government ruled by the Mahdi is rapidly approaching. What’s more, he believes that the way to hasten the coming of the Twelfth Imam is to acquire nuclear weapons and use them to annihilate the United States, which he calls the “Great Satan” and Israel, which he calls the “Little Satan.”
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu understands what Ahmadinejad means. So do some of his top military advisors. That’s why they believe Iran is in the eye of a gathering storm in the Middle East, and that the chance of a major war is growing.“Iran has not abandoned its nuclear program. The opposite is true; it continues full steam ahead,” warned Israeli Defense Forces Home Front Command Chief Major General Eyal Eisenberg in a speech earlier this month. Also noting recent uprisings in the Arab world and growing tensions with Turkey, Eisenberg said, “This leads us to the conclusion that…the likelihood of an all-out war is increasingly growing.”
To me, all this feels ripped from the pages of The Tehran Initiative. Unfortunately, it’s all true.
Readers seem to get very attached to your characters. What goes into creating the characters in your novels? A: It’s the Colonel’s secret recipe of seven herbs and spices. I could tell you, but then I’d have to….well, never mind….no comment to that one.
What experiences in your real life do you draw from to piece together these novels that incorporate geo-politics, espionage, romance, and Bible prophecy? A:Someone once told me, “Write where you live in your head.” For some reason, that advice resonated with me and stuck. I’m fascinated with politics, prophecy and the Middle East. Living in Washington, D.C. and working in and around the political world for the past two decades has certainly helped provide context for me to write political thrillers. I think traveling extensively throughout the Middle East and North Africa has been helpful, too. Somehow, it’s all worked together in a way some people find as interesting as I do.
You often incorporate Old Testament prophecy in your books. What scriptures do you draw from for this book and why? A:There’s no question that I am absolutely intrigued by Bible prophecy, and I like to start with an End Times prophecy – or a group of last days prophecies – and ask, “What if these were to happen in my lifetime? What would it look like? What would it feel like? How might such prophecies realistically be set into motion, and what might be the implications of their fulfillment?” That’s how I approach writing these books. But I don’t think of it like writing a fantasy novel or science fiction. I’m genuinely trying to imagine how it could really play out? I’m not saying these prophecies will necessarily come to pass the way I envision them, but they are interest to war game and see what happens. And given what’s happening in the real world today, I think readers are as curious as I am, and somehow my plots don’t feel that far-fetched.
You’ve been successful with your non-fiction books Epicenter and Inside the Revolution and you have a large following reading your analysis of Middle East events on your blog and e-newsletter “Flash Traffic.” Why do you continue to choose writing novels about the Middle East?
A:What could be more interesting? Presidents and presidential candidates constantly focus on the Middle East. Prime Ministers do. Kings do. Generals do. The media does. The economists do.
The fact is, the eyes of the nations are riveted on Israel and her neighbors, the epicenter of the momentous events that are shaking our world and shaping our future. The stakes are very high. There is lots of uncertainty. It’s mysterious and dangerous and complex – it has all the elements of riveting political thrillers. And the Bible says the Middle East will become even more dramatic until the very return of Jesus Christ. Why write about anything else?
You’ve watched the trailer. You read the interview. But what is the book about?
David Shirazi. The book follows this CIA operative around the world as he seeks to find information that will essentially save the world from an all out war . . . of nuclear proportions. We watch a showdown between Iran and Israel, while the United States looks on more or less. Nominal Muslim, David Shirazi, must diligently work towards peace while his mother dies in a hospital and his blast-from-the-past girlfriend discovers his true identity. While David seeks to keep his alias Reba Tabrizi, he discovers a new identity in Christ. But how does one be a spy and yet follow Christ?
This blog post is part of a Blog Tour with Tyndale. I was not paid for this post and have freely expressed my opinion. I’m a fan of Joel Rosenberg’s and was super excited to be a part of this particular blog tour!
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had a ji-normous imagination.
Ping pong tables sheltered a woodland habitat on her parents orange and black plaid basement carpeting. Her imagination even moved her dog to use his paw as if in a forehand swing underneath the playing field of said ping pong table.
She, like any good girl, ate her veggies and rode her bike (in circles around her neighborhood . . . leading the pack).
As she grew so did her imagination. She flirted across the woods with Anne (of Green Gables), felled a tree with the Girl of the Limberlost, and sailed to remote islands with the Counte of Monte Cristo.
A funny thing happened, though.
Girls normally outgrow their imaginations. They fill their mind with clothes, makeup, boys, and movies.
But not this girl. (Well, not until her junior year of high school – minus the makeup.)
Her mom often told her to write a children’s book. The little girl has yet to set her imagination to this task, though the words are pictures flying around her brain. However, her mom’s words have always anchored themselves to the swiftly darting fingers that most days find themselves treading vigorously upon a black keyboard.
She loves to write.
It is her “it.”
Her passion.
Her love after God, her boyfriend from high school, and the little children living in the castle made of chocolate with her.
When the letters appear on the flat screen that reflects her brain, she releases them up to her Father in Heaven as a thank offering. A gift for Him.
And sometimes . . . . not all of the time . . . He rewards her hands by lifting her feet in the air.
Much of what I write is inspired by God. He gave me the idea and allows me to be a steward of it. Please respect my authorship and stewardship of all content on this blog. Do not copy pictures for yourself without permission from me or use the written text as your own. And always . . . link back to me should you refer to an idea you saw on Granola Mom 4 God.
