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A New Christian Novel (now available) |
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Like the epics, The
Robe and Ben Hur, THE BROKEN SPEAR plays out
Four young Corinthians
get into a
double love-triangle at the time
Roman, Greek, Jewish, and
Christian values clash and mingle,
When forces beyond their
control bring them together in a place of horror,
NOW
Available You may order at your local bookstore.
Published by: Westbow Press, a subdivision of Thomas Nelson
PREVIEW (A nine-year-old boy confides in his grandpa in first century Corinth). “Then everything went wrong.” Jason’s face falls. He frowns as he plays with a piece of marble. He does not want to be a crybaby, but this darned thing is so deep and painful; he will not be able to get it out without letting out the feelings, too. Jason puts his forehead on his arm resting on the workbench. His anger and hurt blend into tears. He starts sobbing. His grandpa is the only person with whom he can share this dark secret of his life. They have talked about it before. “He began to call me names again,” Jason squeaks, sniffling. “He said I’m just a slave from Africa. He kicked me in the butt, and said I must know my place as a slave. I hate him! I hate him!” Jason hisses, banging the piece of marble on the desk. “What an asshole!” Hermes blurts. He usually moderates his language in his grandson’s presence. Jason laughs through his tears, concurring, “Yes, he is, he is!” “I hope you punched him on the nose!” “I wish I could,” Jason says, wiping his tears, “That’s the problem, Grandpa; I’m two years younger, and he is stronger. I know I will lose the fight and then things will only get worse.” “So you just had to swallow the humiliation, hey?” “I stuck out my tongue at him,” Jason chuckles, “He got mad and shoved me. I did it again, and he slapped me. Oh, how I wish I could beat the bully!” “Patience, my son, patience!” Hermes knows the abscess has been opened. The time has come to put some balm on the wound. “Great victories are won by years of good preparation, my son,” Hermes comforts him. “Just a few years from now, in your early twenties, the two-year difference will fall away. Believe me! It now looks far off, but if you focus on your development instead of brooding on revenge, time will pass quickly. Don’t allow this fellow to mess up your life.” Hermes talks slowly, resembling a wise old prophet at the Oracle of Delphi, allowing every sentence to sink in. Jason listens attentively. He knows his grandpa. When he shares his wisdom, it is best to shut up and listen. “You have done the right thing today, Jason. I’m proud of you. That’s what discerns a real man from a bar-fighter. A real man can control his fear and anger while he patiently waits for a better opportunity. The best choice is seldom a perfect choice. Often we have to choose the best among imperfect options. Even in the heat of battle, the real man keeps his cool. Then he can use his weapons and abilities to the best. When panic or anger overcomes the warrior, his enemy will also overcome him.” Jason connects his grandfather’s words about war with the figure of the warrior he is working on. “Did you fight in a war, Grandpa?” Jason wonders, watching the tender care his grandpa bestows on the statuette. Maybe this figure represents a moment in his grandpa’s life. Maybe the warrior is his grandpa. Hermes resumes his polishing on the statuette. After a while he says, sighing, “Yes, I did.” Jason senses that it is a sensitive issue his grandpa would rather avoid. “Did you kill some of the enemy?” The boy’s innocent dark eyes search the face of his grandfather for the truth of his past. Jason’s straight question suddenly jolts the old man back in time, back to his moment of truth about life and death. He stops polishing. He stares far away into the distant past. “I had to,” he admits softly. “Did you feel guilty, Grandpa?” Jason wonders. After another moment of silent pondering, Hermes tries to shed light on a dark side of human conduct: the reality of war and the key to survival. “In war, you don’t have a choice: It is either kill or be killed. If you don’t get him first, he will get you. I suppose it is the same in the arena...or when one is attacked by robbers. Those guys mean business. It’s not a game.” He turns, looks straight at Jason, and emphasizes in serious tone, “My son, I hope you never get into such a situation, but if you ever do, defend your life to the best of your ability. Never give up your right to LIVE—not for one moment!” Riveting the nails, he continues, “That’s what our commander told us the night before the battle. It saved my life the next day. I had my doubts about war and violence. If I went into battle half-heartedly, I would have been killed within a few minutes.” Jason senses that his grandpa is sharing something near to his heart with him, wisdom that has been polished over the years—like the statuette he is working on. “The commander also gave us a piece of his mind I will never forget. He said, ‘You have only one life; so, protect it with all your might. Don’t allow anybody to rob you of your one precious life. Prevent the enemy from doing so, even if he is killed in the process. In war, you have to kill the enemy so that you and your comrades can live. That’s the simple logic of war.’ Yes, that’s what the commander told us. I guess those words stuck with me because they saved my life. I’m glad I can pass them on today. Maybe you’ll need them in future.” Jason is impressed by his grandfather’s seriousness, sharing something that has been buried deep in his soul for many years. “Supper is ready!” Jason’s mother calls. That’s an order they always obey immediately, spurred by their rumbling tummies. “Thanks, Grandpa, I feel much better,” Jason remarks. “You’re welcome. Don’t worry too much about that sucker. Focus on your development. Eat your food; keep practicing. Good planning and hard work will bring you out on top,” Hermes concludes his lesson. *****
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