Dear friends,
I am jealous. I can’t write long fiction. Sure, I’ve written two non-fiction books, but the most fiction I can concoct is a short story. It boggles me how anyone can craft an entire novel out of a story, weaving the plot in and out, this way and that. It's like creating ex nihilo, out of nothing. How can they take a twisted and tragic tale and turn it on its tail into redemption and hope? How can they get me to suck in my breath like that, or coax my tears to dribble down? And keep doing it for 337 pages? I just can’t do it. Meg Moseley can. And Meg Moseley is now the object of my envy.
Actually, I was guilty of coveting before I even read Meg Moseley’s novel When Sparrows Fall. It was on my wish list, waiting for me to buy it, waiting for some extra book money. My sister, well, she already had it on her Nook. Hmmph. But my sister is kind, and decided to buy me a copy, too, because she believes in its message and wanted to share it with me. We’re very different, but in this we are alike. Sisters are like that sometimes. Oh, and I should say my sister is an aspiring novel writer, too, with a few full length manuscripts to her credit. Pffft. I can’t do it. I’ll stick to non-fiction. Like this little book review.
By now you’re wondering when I’ll actually tell you more about Meg’s book, other than to hint about tragedy and redemption. We’re getting there, honey! Hang on!
Not all of us can write novels, but we each have a story. Miranda, the protagonist of When Sparrows Fall, certainly has one, but she’s not owning up to all of it. Maybe that’s because she doesn’t feel she even owns her own life. In her adult years, her decisions have all been made for her either by her late husband or her pastor, both domineering men who use fear and legalistic religion to control others. The outside world has always been painted as ungodly and dangerous, so her family has lived in near isolation, like birds in a glass cage. Now she’s a widow left with six young children, a log cabin in the woods, archaic books for home schooling, and her faithful old camera. She wants to rebuild her life, but where to start? And what happens when she suddenly can’t do anything for her children or herself, and she has to depend on the kindness of a stranger? How can she trust this half-brother-in-law Jack Hanford, whom she has only met once and whose life is so worldly compared to her own? How can she counter the spiritual abuse of Mason Chandler? And how can she keep her secrets buried, her children protected, her sanity intact?
This is not just the story of Miranda. It is the story of countless hidden women and children who are held in spiritual and emotional bondage by those who claim to have their best interests at heart. This is the story of coming into one’s own, of finding the life of liberty, truth, grace, beauty, and love that we are all meant to enjoy. That is a story we all share.
God sees when sparrows fall. And in this case, he gently picks one up, puts a song in its heart, touches its wings with strength, and releases it into the glories of flight.
Who is Meg Moseley? You can read more about her at her web site, http://www.megmoseley.com/ and her blog, http://megmoseley.com/megs_blog/ but for starters, she was a home school mom for over 20 years. She has three grown children and lives in Georgia. She once worked in a candle factory. She rides motorcycles. That’s another thing I don’t do, but I don’t envy that one. Meg wants you to understand the importance of fairy tales in a child’s life. And she wants you to think deeply enough to care about women who are oppressed in the name of religion. If you’re of the mind to share books and thoughts with ones you love, Meg included a Reader’s Guide of 14 thought-provoking questions at the end. My question for you fellow mommies is, “Who you can reach out to with a helping hand and words of truth and grace?” Because sometimes, you’re the one he uses to tend to his wee sparrows.
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“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6-7
You might also like to read my 2008 blog post, His Eye is on the Sparrow. It’s not fiction, but it is my story of a little bird. Oh, and some music, too: a contemporary rendition by CeCe Winans and Lauryn Hill of the grand old spiritual “His Eye is on the Sparrow.” Go ahead! Click it!
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