Category Archives: Katharine Bushnell

HOW CAN YOU TELL THAT YOUR 90- YEAR- OLD MIND IS ‘CATCHING UP’ WITH YOUR 90-YEAR-OLD BODY?

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HOW CAN YOU TELL THAT YOUR 90- YEAR- OLD MIND IS ‘CATCHING UP’ WITH YOUR 90-YEAR-OLD BODY?

I think I figured it out tonight.

I’m booking my travel  for an exciting “trip-around-America ” arranged by my children for my 90th birthday, to visit all my family..  I started out in Phoenix last month, and tonight I scheduled flights to  go to Portland in April   and Chicago over the fourth of July.

Here’s where the mind began to deteriorate. In the intricate  (to me)selection  of points versus dollars (on South West  Airlines) I tried to figure out which leg of the flight would be cheaper –to use points or dollars? Jumping back and forth between schedules, I suspected SW was playing tricks on me.  Every time I scrolled back to the outgoing flight, the dollars seemed to be getting higher, and the points even worse.

I could feel my blood pressure rising.  I had to settle something quickly — and clicked PURCHASE  for the Portland booking.  Then on to Chicago. Of course prices would be higher over the fourth of July weekend, so I  grabbed the cheapest flight in the middle of the day and hit PURCHASE again.

Oh No!  I had booked my flight from Denver to Portland and to Chicago on the same day– same air time. and double the price.  Of course an old lady who has trouble getting out of chairs (soft, low ones of course) shouldn’t  be booking air flights on a complicated high-tech computer at her bed-time.

It made me think of Katharine Bushnell, protagonist of my two recent historical novels. Kate had to make her own travel arrangements to China, England, India,  Australia, New Zealand and the Far East,.  Each time she went in person to the office of the steamship company.   Often funds came in at the last minute. If you’ve read Daughters of Deliverance or The Queen’s Daughters,  you’ll admire her resilience and courage as I do.

I suspect there were times she wondered if she was making the right choices.  Her strong faith in God’s provision and direction enabled her to take risks for  Him. At 92 her body was growing weaker, but her keen mind was still sensitive to His call.  Finding her eulogy enabled me to add that crowning touch to her story.

 

 

Launch Day at Last

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It seemed it would never come.  Ten years in the making!  Today–December 1,2016– Amazon launched Daughters of Deliverance and the reviews are coming in.

To celebrate I’m having a Launch Party here at Wind Crest, the active retirement community I live in.  You should see my living room.  It’s piled with books, prizes, table decorations.  I’ve even been persuaded to display copies of of my eleven books published over the years– even the little 48-page booklet of youth programs I wrote for Youth Alive in South Africa back in the 70’s. (I think I was almost as awed to hold that little book when it was printed, as I am today.)

I couldn’t fall asleep last night wondering if we have enough cookies and cider for those who come.  Or would only a few people show up? Of course I can depend on my dear family; two of my children and several grandchildren will be here to boost my morale.

Above all this is a celebration, not just of the lovely book that Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas put out for me, but I’m celebrating  God’s faithfulness in nudging me to keep on writing — through loss and change, through slowing down as I inch (oh no, I’m flying) towards 90.I feel that God has privileged me to spend these years studying and developing the character of Katharine Bushnell.  And through her I too have learned to trust Him more and to do all I can to “finish well” as Kate did. (That’s coming next September when Daughters of the Queen will be released.)

 

Squanto and the pilgrims

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Squanto and the pilgrims

Read on!  there is a connection between Daughters of Deliverance and  Squanto’s story!

Reading Breakpoint  this morning, I  the learned the story of Squanto– a five year old Indian boy who was kidnapped by  Spanish traders  who had landed five years before the pilgrims.  Squanto was fortunate enough to be sold to a well-meaning monk in Spain who taught him about the Christian God. Later Squanto  made his way to England. There he worked in a stable for a kind Englishman who taught him English and looked for passage to the new world for Squanto. Ten years after he was captured, his benefactor found a way to send him home.

Sadly Squanto found his whole Wampanbog village had been decimated by an epidemic. A year later the Pilgrims arrived and settled on the very land where his village had stood. Squanto greeted them in English and became a friend to the Pilgrims.In the diary of Pilgrim Governor William Bradford, Squanto “became a special instrument sent of God for [our] good . . . He showed [us] how to plant [our] corn, where to take fish and to procure other commodities . . . and was also [our] pilot to bring [us] to unknown places for [our] profit, and never left [us] till he died.” Squanto died asking  prayer that he would go to the Englishman’s God in heaven.

There are many people like Squanto whose lives of sacrifice and compassion for those who  in need are lost to history. I was taught that Indians and Pilgrims praised God together for the harvest; today’s history books probably debunk that.  But Squanto’s life is kept alive, written in the diary of Governor Bradford.

One of the reasons I researched and wrote about the life of Katharine Bushnell was to bring her life and work alive.  Squanto helped to keep the early Pilgrims alive that first year they struggled against the elements in their new homeland.  Katharine’s compassion and persistence against the sin of sexual slavery kept women and girls alive in the 19th century. Her story, told in my historical novel, Daughters of Deliverance comes out next Thursday, December 1, on Amazon or through me. lorrylutz.com

Thanks for Squanto’s story written in  Breakpoint Commentary, originally  by Chuck Coleson. John Stonestreet and Eric Metaxis currently write the daily commentary.

 

 

 

I’m Back

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My six foot almost-five inches grandson– bless his heart
The Happiness Engineers

For two months I’ve been attempting to get back to writing in my blog.  It’s been a conundrum.  I changed passwords over and over and over again. But every time I tried to open my WordPress site to write a new post — I was refused.  I almost felt like that little dialogue box and I were at war — I no sooner lifted my hands off the keys then it would shake back and forth.  No! No! No!.

Tonight my grandson came to help.  He’s one of these ‘dudes’ that can type text with his thumbs without looking — you know that kind. God love him, he’s keeping ahead of the junior high kids he works with at his church (and that’s no easy task.)  But even he couldn’t figure out how I’d been locked out of my domain, and couldn’t get back to post.

But then a miracle happened. At 10:32pm I sat down to close  my computer, and thought I’d just check my emails for the day. I found a message from the “Happiness Engineer” (that’s what those WordPress geeks call themselves) to say they’d resolved my issue and I could  sign in.

I did! And I’m back!

(Those crazy two lines at the top –” my six foot… and Happiness engi…–“? I hit a ‘read more’ tag on top and didn’t know how to get rid of it.  You’ll probably get a lot of this from a grandma trying to catch up to her grandkids.)