We've just returned from the annual meeting of the American Christian Fiction Writers. It was a good meeting and a great trip--except for some anxious moments this morning. We'd been told that there'd be no problem getting a taxi around 6:00 this morning to take us to the airport, but for some reason the bell captain had to scramble around and finally call one of the nearby hotels to get a taxi for us. It arrived twenty minutes after we had wanted to leave.
I was squirming and looking at my watch as we pulled away from the hotel in a taxi driven by a very nice young man. He asked, as taxi drivers tend to do, "Coming from a meeting?" I told him about the ACFW, and he replied, "Christian fiction? Isn't that a contradiction in terms?" I assured him that it was possible to write fiction from a Christian worldview and that many such books didn't beat the reader over the head with a Gospel message so much as show how Christians dealt with the problems that any of us can encounter on a given day. Although he admitted he was an atheist (I think he meant agnostic, but wasn't about to argue semantics), when I told him about my own medical suspense, he said, "I think I'd like to read that." So, when we pulled up at the airport (in plenty of time to make our flight), along with his fare and tip I included a card about Code Blue and the link that allows one to order it for a little more than eight dollars. I hope he takes advantage of the opportunity.
I'd spent four days at a conference where each day we learned about sharing our faith through our writing. Then, on the way to the airport, God arranged an opportunity for me to put it into practice. How cool is that?