Writing- A Gift in Trust

Wake up!

“Wake up” began a comment on one of my posts last week; “Wake up” followed by a string of disgusting words; “Wake up”  was deleted before it was fully read. Afterwards I made my way through a series of indignant thoughts to the recollection of a book I had read over the summer.   My First Book, printed by London Square shares the experiences of authors and their first books. In the introduction Jerome K. Jerome tells of an encounter between himself as an old and seasoned author and a young boy with ambitions  to become one himself.  The  following quote is the summation of all the advice the boy’s mother has given him. Perhaps it  will ‘wake up’ the commentator.

 “That he who can write a great book is greater than a king; that a good book is better than a good sermon (my husband, the pastor, and I would both take exception to this); that the gift of being able to write is given to anybody in trust, and that an author should never forget that he is God’s servant.”

The elderly author also has advice for the aspiring author before him.

“If ever there comes a time, little man, when you are tempted to laugh at your mother’s old-fashioned notions- and such a time may come -remember that an older man than you once told you he would that he had always kept them in his heart, he would have done better work.”

Wake up! Old notions. Trite notions.  Naive notions.  God’s directives. In the words of William How, “All that we have is Thine alone, A trust, O Lord from Thee.”  Wake up already!

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