Credo

I’m looking forward to an inspiring weekend, a time of meeting new friends and learning new things, at the Faith Forward Writers Retreat near Sparta, Wisconsin. I’ll be a panelist in the open-to-the-public “Meet the Authors” event Thursday night. 

I am Christian; I am a writer. Therefore, I’m a Christian writer. But the term calls up an image of one who writes “Christian books”—Bible explorations, for example. Or inspiring essays. Or Christian romance, meaning romance novels in which the heroine’s Christian faith plays a pivotal role in the development and outcome of the plot. Some of my good writer friends, like Barbara M. Britton and Deb Wenzler Farris, write with excellence in some of these genres.

My books feature fictional characters—Anders, Maria, Daniel, Izzy—who live in a Christian world and whose faith is conventional, largely unexamined. Faith plays a role in forming their personalities, and it influences their actions, but it’s seldom at the front of their minds.

The Christianity in my books is like an iceberg, or like an old tree trunk that has floated in a lake or river long enough to become waterlogged. Only a bit may appear above the surface, but mariners: ignore it at your peril.

Since I’ll be billed in a public event as a Christian writer, this is a good time to inform you about the particular Christian faith that undergirds my doings, writing included. Though Your New Favorite Writer’s books are neither Bible commentaries nor theological treatises, Dear Reader, you may wish to learn the spiritual identity of their author. 

Who knows? It might be catching, and you deserve fair warning.

So here it is.

Credo

I believe there is a God, and I know it’s not me.

I think we are all creatures of a Great Intelligence far beyond our imaginations, exempt from our own limits of history and finitude.

I believe in Science; I believe God is its Author. The greatest scientists—the Keplers and Newtons and Einsteins and Hawkings—are its imperfect annotators.

Whether or not I know God is not as momentous as the fact that God knows me.

It is wondrous that, despite my imperfections, despite my dual nature as saint and sinner, God loves me wholly, forgives my transgressions, and showers blessings on me daily. God seems to ignore my just desserts. That is why God is called Love. 

Photo of a painting of Jesus healing the paralytic from the wall of the baptistery in the Dura-Europa church circa 232 A.D. It is one of the earliest visual depictions of Jesus. It was excavated by the Yale-French Excavations between 1928-37 in present day Syria and now resides in the Yale University Art Gallery in New Haven, CT. Public Domain.

Jesus Christ is the avatar of that Love.

As a Christian, I ought to be wholly on Christ’s team. But in our complex world, it’s often unclear to me whether I am batting for Jesus or the Other Guy. 

I have come to rely on God’s forgiveness, because I so often need it.

A Few Corollaries

The Bible says God commanded us to “go and make disciples of all nations.” I am choosing to use the method of drawing them to Christ through the attractiveness of my example. I know this seems a forlorn hope, but it’s what I’ve got.

How can I convert you? I have a hard enough job converting myself. 

Maybe that’s only my recessive personality speaking. For example, I also don’t wish to baptize you into my political views or my sports team. In fact, I’ve never hankered to run your life. You need to figure things out for yourself.

Yet, if I have the salvation power of Jesus Christ, and if that is the Greatest Gift in the World, should I not want to share it with everyone I meet? 

Well, of course I should. But I’m a writer, not a miracle worker. 

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.”

Paul the Apostle.

I’m still working on the love part. Once I master that, we can talk about the rest.

Amen.

P.S.—You may still be able to attend the Faith Forward Writers Retreat. The sign-up is here.

Larry F. Sommers

Your New Favorite Evangelist

The Year of Being a Panelist

And just like that, Dear Reader, here we are in 2025!

Valerie

My friend Valerie Biel has just spent 2024 focusing her efforts as a writer and marketing guru on one word: MOXIE. She verbed a quirky noun and, by her own admission, “moxied the heck out of 2024.” And it seems to have worked out well for her.

This year her byword will be TANGIBLE. We’ll have to check back in January 2026 to see whether this new focus yielded any results that were real . . . concrete . . . touchable.

PANEL.

This word has a good start, for already, 2025 has given me two and one half paneling opportunities.

Merriam-Webster tells us that “panel” comes from Middle English panel, panele, pannel, meaning a piece of cloth. From an expanse of fabric it has come to mean a similar expanse of wood or other rigid material, as used in constructing houses, cars, etc. And since “a piece of cloth” may be a piece of parchment, used as writing paper, on which lists can be made, we get the idea of a jury panel—a list of jurors. And thus, by extension, almost any group of people gathered to inquire, consider, or discuss topics. 

It is in this latter sense that I have recently been, and hope further to be, impaneled. 

Panels were a standard feature of radio game shows, and then television game shows like What’s My Line? and I’ve Got a Secret, in the days of my misspent youth. 

The original panel of What’s My Line? in 1952. Public Domain.

Little did I dream that panels would become an important part of literary gatherings, book festivals, and publishing industry conferences. Who would have thought that Your New Favorite Writer—in the increasingly late part of middle age—would ever become that prized and valued thing: 

A PANELIST.

(We used to have a saying for this kind of surprise: “Six months ago I couldn’t even spell ‘panelist.’ Now I are one!”)

Yes, it’s true. At six pm Central Standard Time on January 14—just eleven hours after this item is posted online—I will panelize by the medium of Zoom on “The Art of Marketing Your Book.” 

As if I had a clue.

Dear Reader, I know a lot less about this topic now than I did four-and-a-half years ago, when I posted “Six Simple Steps to Literary Lionhood.” 

Why not click in on tonight’s Zoom panel so that you can achieve a like state of bewilderment? By the way, there will be four other panelists. Some of them may be able to tell you how to market your book. It’s worth a shot, right?

But my whole point is, I’ve been a Literary Lion for nine years now, and this is the first time someone has asked me to be on a panel. My ignorance must have reached the take-off point. 

Likewise, I’ll be an author-panelist at the Faith Forward Writers Retreat April 24-26 at Sparrows Nest at the Abbey, Sparta, Wisconsin. That one’s an in-person event. I don’t have a lot of info yet, but when I do, I’ll pass it along. For sure you’ll want to be there.

Wow, that’s two panels booked, and it’s still the first half of January. My paneling career is on the upsurge.

Yes, I know I said two and a half panels. That’s because the third one is not in the bag yet. Thus far, it’s merely proposed. But if that panel is accepted and booked—I’m on it. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if it happens.

What’s the point of all these panels? 

Well, they’re meant to give aspiring writers some grounds for reflection, perhaps even hope, about the writing life, chances of publication, and possible ways to sell books. It’s that simple.

For Your New Favorite Writer personally, it’s a path to wider recognition—which, in turn, leads to a more satisfying journey, more opportunities for publication, and greater book sales. 

Ah, so.

At least that is the theory. 

So my leading theory at the moment is: BE A PANELIST.

It takes a lot of MOXIE. I’m waiting with bated breath to see if it yields anything TANGIBLE.

Don’t hold your breath. I’ll let you know.

Blessings,

Larry F. Sommers

Your New Favorite Writer