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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

NEW COVER and an Excerpt!!

Hi Friends,

So excited to show you the new cover for REACHING FOR WONDER, Encountering Christ When Life Hurts. So here it is:



And here is a short excerpt to encourage you today (from the chapter on the Samaritan woman at the well):

That’s the power of the truth spoken by Jesus into our lives. The power to transform our deepest shame into our greatest tool for his glory, for drawing others to him. She spoke only the tiniest truth, “I have no husband.” But spoken to Jesus, it was enough to help her face the whole truth, and instead of destroying her, it set her free.
So why are we so afraid of the truth? Why do we so want to hide? When my children were little, they would put their hand over their eyes and believe that we somehow couldn’t see them. I have a horse who will hide his face in the corner of his pen and think that he has been rendered invisible. The truth is, we’re all like that, especially if we’ve done something we’re ashamed of. We cover up, we hide, and we think somehow we can’t be seen.
But God sees. God knows. And instead of condemning he wants to restore.  He wants to give us the gift of aletheia. In New Testament Greek, aletheia is the word for truth, but it comes from the root word meaning unhidden. So when Jesus says, “the truth will set you free,” he means that this freedom he offers includes this gift of grace: We don’t have to hide anymore. We don’t have to be ashamed.
         Too often we think we bring others to Christ by how much we know. But this encounter with Jesus by a shamed Samaritan woman at Jacob’s well tells us that aletheia is what calls people to “come and see.” It’s the unhiddenness, the truth, of who we really are. All the scars, all the mistakes, all the mess … we need not point to Jesus around it, we must point through it. Because there, like a mosaic of broken glass, we find that Jesus has taken our shards and made them into something beautiful. He has made his light to shine through in beauty and amazing wonder.

You can pre-order the book on Amazon by clicking here: REACHING FOR WONDER

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Fight, Flight, or ... A Better Way to Face Fear

Hi Friends,


Here is one of the stories I love sharing with the kids who come out to our Ranch. Many live in places where fear is a part of life. Some can't even go outside their apartments to play for fear of being caught in a gang shooting. Some have escaped abusive environments and now live in foster homes. Some don't have any homes at all. But for all of us, me included, fear is a poor decision-maker. It leads us to foolish choices and dangerous decisions. This story reminds me that God is a much better decision-maker and trust in him, even and especially in the scariest circumstances, leads to wisdom.

Here's what happened at Wonder Wood Ranch a few years ago:

It was such a normal morning.  Quiet.  Boring, as I walked out to feed our two horses.  The air was crisp, the sun just peeking over the pines, the grass still sparkling with dew.  A regular morning.  Calm, uneventful . . . until I turned a corner and saw the horses’ pens.
            I stopped.  There, one of the heavy-gauge metal panels lay twisted and on its side.  The metal bars were bent and torn.  I ran forward. 
            The horse was gone.
            A moment later, I reached the smashed up mess that had been part of the horse pen.  Chunks of palomino fur lay on the dirt, the only remnants of the 1,300 pound gelding who had somehow crumbled the thick metal and escaped. 
            I glanced at our other horse.  She stood inside her pen trembling, her nostrils flared with fierce snorts. 
            “What’s wrong, girl?  Where’s Biscuit?”  I strove to keep the panic from my voice.
            She snorted some more, then raced around her pen and stared up into the hills. 
            I jogged around the pen to the far side.  I looked up into the hills.  And saw nothing.  I peered into the trees to the left.  Nothing.  Down the road.  Nothing. 
            Then I looked down.
            And understood.
           There, clearly pressed in the mud, were two huge paw prints.  Cat paws.  And next to them were two sets of smaller prints.  I shivered.  Mountain lions.  No wonder the horses were scared. 
            I bent lower and tracked the prints.  The cats, a mama and a couple cubs, had come down the hill and stopped fifteen feet outside the mare’s pen.  Then, according to the prints, they turned around and ran back into the brush.  They didn’t enter the pens or harm the horses.  They just stood there, then ran away.
            But that was enough for Biscuit.  Enough to drive him wild with fear.  To cause him to climb out of his pen and smash up the metal panel as he went.  Enough to make him run away from food, from shelter, from the ones who cared for him.
            We spent the rest of the day searching for our missing horse (and replacing the broken panel).  Hours later, we found Biscuit.  In the middle of the night, he had run off in a direction he’d never been before.  He’d traveled almost a mile down dangerous two-lane road, crossed it, then found his way to a barbed wire pasture.  He could have been hit, gotten cut, or been killed.  He hadn’t drunk any water, eaten anything but some snatches of grass, and had long tears where his back legs scraped against the metal fence. 
            As I led him back to his pen, to water, to food, to shelter, to safety, I thought about what drove him to escape.  Fear did that.  Simple, primitive, instinctual fear.  The mountain lion and her cubs hadn’t endangered him at all.  It was the escape that put him in real danger.
            And I wondered if fear does the same thing to me.  Something scary appears on the horizon of my life.  Maybe it doesn’t actually threaten me, or come into my space.  I just catch a whiff of it in the air, see a bit of tawny fur on the outskirts of my vision.  I see the possibilities, sense what could happen if the lion attacks.
            How easy it is in those circumstances to run, to panic, to do things that don’t make sense.  Fear is like that.  It can tempt me to hurt myself, put myself in danger, leave the place where I am fed and cared for.  Instead of trusting God’s care, I, too, want to scrape and scrabble, fend for myself, throw myself into desperate acts to get away from the thing that scares me.  And in doing so, I put myself in the worst danger of all.
            Maybe that’s why the command to not be afraid appears more than three hundred times in the Bible.  Hebrews 13:6 (NIV) tells how to respond when fear comes out of the hills and stares at us with yellow eyes.  It says, “So we say with confidence, ‘The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid.’"

            So, instead scrambling out of the fences in our lives and running down dangerous roads to unknown pastures, God calls us to stay calm, trust Him, and remain in his will.  He calls us not to fear the mountain lions, but to trust in the boundaries he places around us.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Can Life Be More than This?

Hi Friends,


I'm working hard (all prayers very much appreciated!) on my new book, Reaching for Wonder. This week, I'm hoping to finish the chapter on the Samaritan woman who encounters Jesus by the well of her ancestor, Jacob. Below is the longing of my heart as I read her story. Maybe it's your longing too? In Christ can there be more than, "Is it what it is"?  Pray for me, please, as I delve deeper into the wonder of this story that is resonating inside me this week!

Here's an except from my work-in-progress ...

“Come and see a man who has told me everything I’ve done!”
John 4:4-42

         It is what it is. I’ve said the phrase many times, but never with hope. Never with joy. It is an expression of deep resignation. Sometimes, it’s a saying that secretly breaks my heart.
         Does it always have to be this way? Is it really too late? Is the life I have all that life will ever become? Are my pain, my shame, iron bars of a prison cell? Or perhaps, in the hands of the Messiah, might they be the strange keys to escape?
         I bring my helplessness, my hopelessness, to the well with the Samaritan woman. I search for a thirsty man sitting by its side. I come with bucket empty and heart not daring to hope. But I come. I listen.
         I encounter my Christ in the story of another woman whose heart beat like mine, whose doubts and fears and shame had made her believe that life could never be anything more.

         And I wonder … will this stranger by Jacob’s well free me too?  Will he see me for who I truly am and still make me whole? Can my life be more than it is what it is?

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Facing the Impossible? Consider this ...

Hi Friends,


For all those facing the impossible today, here's a bit of truth, a bit of hope:

Excerpt from Waiting for Wonder:

Our God is the God of the impossible. He is the God of impossible promises.
            This is the God who said to a virgin through the angel Gabriel, “Look! You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus” (Luke 1:31), and Mary conceived a son without ever having been with a man. Jesus was born.
            This is the God who provided a boatload of fish after a night when not a single one was caught (Luke 5; John 21), who calmed the storm when the disciples were certain they would drown (Mark 4), who healed a man born blind when no one had ever heard of that (John 9), who healed the incurable and drove out demons (Matt 8; Luke 17), who raised the dead (Mark 5; Luke 7; John 11).
            This is the God who promised he would “suffer many things and be rejected by the elders, chief priests, and the legal experts, and be killed, and then, after three days, rise from the dead” (Mark 8:31) And he did.
            He rose! He rose from the dead to defeat death. He rose so that every other impossible promise could come true. He rose and now nothing else can ever be impossible. Now we can live in these impossible promises:

·      I myself will be with you every day until the end of this present age. (Matt 28:20)
·      I will never leave you or abandon you. (Heb 13:5)
·      The one who started a good work in you will stay with you to complete the job by the day of Christ Jesus. (Phil 1:6)
·      My yoke is easy to bear, and my burden is light. (Matt 11:30)
·      Whoever drinks from the water that I will give will never be thirsty again. The water that I give will become in those who drink it a spring of water that bubbles up into eternal life. (John 14:4)
·      Ask, and you will receive. Search, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened to you. (Matt 7:7)
·      When I go to prepare a place for you, I will return and take you to be with me so that where I am you will be too. (John 14:3)
·      And all who have left houses, brothers, sisters, father, mother, children, or farms because of my name will receive one hundred times more and will inherit eternal life. (Matt 19:29)
·      God is faithful. He won’t allow you to be tempted beyond your abilities. Instead, with the temptation, God will also supply a way out so that you will be able to endure it. (1 Cor 10:13)
·      I assure you, whoever believes has eternal life. (John 6:47)
           
And so many, many more.
            Go ahead and laugh. It’s okay. But it’s even better to step out of your tent and go to him with your doubts, your discouragement, your fear of being disappointed yet again.
            Come, and believe this God of the impossible.

Jesus looked at them carefully and said,
“It’s impossible for human beings. But all things are possible for God.”

Matthew 19:26