Stu Summers Attacked By Shark In Tahiti… – HOLLYWOOD NEWS


July 11, 2015 

Shark attacks off the North Carolina coast isn’t stopping vacationers nor did it stop author Stu Summers from catching a few waves at Paparra, a popular local surf break. Summers was reportedly rushed to a Papeete, Tahiti hospital after being attacked by a shark while surfing.

Witnesses confirmed that the author was paddling back out to the lineup after getting barreled when attacked by a shark. Moments earlier, Summers had been seen on the beach autographing copies of his latest novel, Summers’ Love.

Stu Summers’s arm was clearly detached below the elbow and the author appeared visibly in pain when pulled from the water. Stu Summers’s condition is unknown and spokespersons for the author could not be reached for comment at this time.

Additional details and information will be updated as it becomes available. This story is still developing

Growing Grass

(Not the kind you smoke)

Growing Grass“All people are like grass … the grass withers.” 1 Peter 1:24

“The grass withers … but the word of our God will stand forever.” Isaiah 40:8

Some grow flowers or vegetables or fruit, but I grow grass … sometimes. Too many days I merely dampen the graves of dead seed.

Growing grass shouldn’t be hard. It grows natural (I hear) but not in my yard. In my yard I have to coax each blade from the earth. For fourteen years I’ve struggled to cover our lot with Bermuda grass. Experts say Bermuda likes hot weather and doesn’t need a lot of water. They should tell this to the blades of Bermuda in my yard.

Southern Living MagazineFor me, growing grass is like selling books. At first I have high hopes that all the seed will take root and soon I’ll have a lush, green lawn. Then, as the hard-baked soil blooms into wind-blown dust, I merely hope for some grass. Weeks pass, months, years … A few patches of green appear but it’s never what I imagined and certainly not what I see in Southern Living Magazine.

I do my part. I buy new top soil, sow seed, water as directed, and still all I get are bare spots with a few sprigs. I’m still speaking of grass, but my lawn is a metaphor of my book sales.

And not just my book sales, but the sales of many of our LPC authors. For two years I’ve prayed that each LPC book would sell 100 copies a month. That’s 3 sold copies a day. Doesn’t seem like that would be hard, but as with the seed in my yard, selling even one copy a day can be a tall task for some titles.

That’s why I’m always looking for new sales avenues – and help from God.

“Your beginnings will seem humble, so prosperous will your future be.” Job 8:7

I don’t give up on books. Not mine – not those of our LPC authors. If it’s God’s will to bless our words and effort, then we will reap a full harvest – of this I’m sure.

“Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously.” 2 Corinthians 9:6

Selling books is like growing grass. We can do our part – sow, water, pray – but only God can make a thing grow. This is one reason I place such great value on prayer. Based on my experience, it’s the only thing that causes grass to grow and books to sell.

Please circle in prayer: “Lord, LPC and Christian Devotions Ministries are our church – a community of believing authors committed to serving You. Please show Eddie how to lead. Give him strength, wisdom, discernment, opportunities, and stamina. May you bless his hand. Expand his boundaries; enlarge his areas of influence for You. Keep him from sin and pain. May your strong hand be upon him. Lord, you have promised to be with us wherever we go. Lead us forward, now.”

If you would like to join my Circle Maker Prayer Team, click on this link. No pay – just a chance to pray and help a struggling writer and book publisher.

In Memory of All Our Soldiers

he North Carolina monument is southwest of Gettysburg on West Confederate AvenueOn this day, when we remember those who fought to keep our nation free and liberate the oppressed, allow me to offer a native North Carolinian’s perspective on why Southerners honor our dead with such passion.

Most historians believe that only six percent of Southerners owned slaves. Thus, it’s probable that of the 289,000 Confederate dead, 271, 660 never owned a slave. For them, the struggle was to protect their homes and be left alone. Even then, many had no choice but to fight for the South. On April 16, 1862, President Jefferson Davis authorized the first Conscription Act. This legislation required all white males aged eighteen to thirty-five to serve three years of Confederate service if called.

Author James I. Robertson, Jr., author of Tenting Tonight writes, “Just as most Northerners did not fight to end slavery, most Southerners did not fight to preserve it. The rank and file of the Southern armies was composed of farmers and laborers who volunteered to protect home and everything dear from Northern invaders.”

As a nation, we have come to accept that those who fought in Vietnam did their duty, regardless of their leaders’ motives and purpose behind that war.

While I cannot condone the enslavement of any human, I can still honor those men on both sides who, when summoned, left their homes and did their duty. Thanks to all the men and women who fought and continue to fight for our nation’s freedom.