If I had a hammer…


How many of us have tried to use our “hammer” with the Gospel of Jesus Christ? But…

Many of us have used a hammer at one time or another. We may have just tapped a small nail into the wall to hang a picture or some have actually used their hammer in building sky scraper buildings.

My pastor brought up a very interesting topic one Wednesday night. The question he raised got me to thinking about something I hadn’t really thought about.  imagesCACI4HU7 For me it’s a no-brainer to believe what God’s Word says. That doesn’t mean I understand it all by any means. But what if I’m talking to someone and they don’t believe in God or the Bible?

In my post, “Once upon a time…No fairy tale here” I tell how my wrath would explode if people talked to me about God.

So many times we followers of Christ want to hammer our beliefs into someone’s head. Does it work? Not usually! Personally, now that the Lord has lifted me out of darkness, I don’t know how anyone can not believe in our heavenly Father or His Son, Jesus Christ. I’m sure there are many reasons people use.

For non-believers             images[5]       here comes the hammer!

Romans 1:18-20 says no-one has an excuse to not believe!

“But God shows his anger from heaven against all sinful,

wicked people who push the truth away from themselves.

For the truth about God is known to them instinctively.

God has put this knowledge in their hearts. From the time

the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky

and all that God made. They can clearly see His invisible

qualities-His eternal power and divine nature. So they have

no excuse whatsoever for not knowing God.” *

I know that scripture may be accepted and it may not be. Your choice.

At times we Christians may feel like we’re in a bed of thorns. The Lord told Ezekiel to go to the Israelites even though they were rebellious, obstinate, stubborn, and rebelled against God. He also told him not to be afraid. (Ez.2)

So what do those of us Christ followers do when we encounter those who do not believe?

First – we must be living the life that Christ wants us to. Actions speak louder than words!

Secondly – using our “spiritual hammer” isn’t going to work. Our testimonies are more effective. People that knew me before I asked Christ into my life can clearly see the difference in my life style, my words, and my actions.

Thirdly, like the Lord told Ezekiel, “You must speak My words to them, whether they listen or fail to listen.” But He also said in Matt. 10:14, “And whoever will not receive you nor hear your words, when you depart from that house or city, shake off the very dust from your feet.”

You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.


“For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him.” Colossians 1:16

*Holy Bible, New Living Translation, (Wheaton, IL: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.) 1996. (emphasis mine)

Author Sue Cass –“Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My face.”




Blessings to you 🙂

I’m selective and I don’t apologize for it.


Yep, that’s me! There are days when all I want to do is sit and play computer games. It seems I go in cycles of being super busy to doing nothing. I get frustrated at times because of it. “Lord, what do You want me to do today?” I ask. I get no reply so I’m on my own to conjure up things to do.

This is especially true in the winter months.  I can easily be mistaken for a bear in hibernation.  imagesCAOCQE1C

On some days my pen just lays lazily on the desk. No wiggling or squirming to write. Maybe the Lord needs a rest, too. imagesCADFJQC0      I always ask Him to help me write. I want to write things that are informative, encouraging, and glorifies Him hoping others will find what I write to be interesting and hopefully make a difference in their hearts. Some articles will be quite serious where others might be humorous or tongue-in-cheek type of stories. I like to incorporate experiences I’ve had and hope they resonate with others. My short stories have some of those and well as my fiction and non-fiction books.

At times that is not always easy to do because I know there is such a variety of mind sets, attitudes, interests, and beliefs of those who will be reading what I write.        imagesCAJ69IQA

Of course I don’t want to offend. But I have been taught well and know not to break my number one rule.  I will not compromise the truth of God’s Word nor down play what He wants for us! If that offends then I figure it is up to the offended party to research whatever I have written.

I’m selective about what I write. I’m that way with the events involved with my published books, too. I think we have to be selective in many areas of our lives; who we select as our friends, what kind of novels we read, what we watch on television, where we spend our time, what church we worship in, and where we will appear for book signing events or speaking engagements.

imagesCA3B0FGY  For me, bars is not one of them.

If an establishment sells occult items, I guarantee my books will not be welcome. The same goes if I walk into a book store or a gift shop and have chills shoot up my spine. I’m out of there!

I get several suggestions as to how to increase my readership. This blog was one of those suggestions. But I have found that not everyone or every venue is conducive to my genre. I write Christian books and short stories. There is no “nasty” stuff in my novels and you’ll find no filthy language in any, be it fiction or non-fiction.
I have turned down some book signing events due to learning the event was nothing near being conducive to a Christian environment.

Yes, I am selective. At times it may cost me some publicity or some book sales but as a Christian author I am representing my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  For me, to lose a few sales is a small price to pay when I consider the price of losing His favor.

Matt.15:18 states, “But those things which proceed out of the mouth come from the heart, and they defile a man.” That which comes forth through our writing can also defile or glorify.


 “Now therefore fear the Lord and serve him in sincerity and in faithfulness.” Joshua 24:14




Blessings to you.

Once upon a time… No fairy tale here! – Testimony

Once upon a time a little girl was born into a family that wasn’t rich and wasn’t exactly poor. I suppose they would fall into the “middle class” category of society. They lived in the country and those who knew them thought all was well. But it wasn’t. It was a family filled with deep dysfunction.

As the little girl grew, her hurt and pain grew with her. She was being abused; physically, emotionally, sexually, and psychologically from a very early age. She had no hope, no dreams, and saw no way out. She put on a brave front but inside she was empty, lonely, and angry. Very angry!

One day her neighbor asked her to church so the little girl went so as to escape the misery at home. The preacher spoke of how Jesus saves us. Hope filled the little girls heart and she ran forward and asked Jesus to save her. When she got home she waited and watched. Any sound and she’d run to the window to see if Jesus had shown up to save her from the torture she lived in. She expected the knock on the door any day.

But no knock came. As the days passed she felt hurt and confused, then angry, then bitterness set in.

As a young teen her hell continued at home with added pain piling high. She was gang raped then learned she was pregnant. The child was taken from her womb and placed in the arms of a stranger without her ever seeing her child. Her bitterness grew and any who spoke of God would meet with her wrath.

Her rage and angry roots grew so deep no one could get through. The door was slammed shut to anything pertaining to a loving God. Her pain continued to dig deeper and deeper. She attempted suicide a couple of times but to no avail. God wouldn’t even let her die!

She married in her late twenties and thought all would be okay now. Only it wasn’t.

Her new husband beat her. He stayed out all night and brought women to their bed when she was out of town. He drank and lived in the bars. He got mixed up with the wrong crowd and finally was looking down the wrong end of a gun being held by a killer. Her pain deepened but life must go on.

Where was God? She didn’t ask. She figured He could care less. As far as she was concerned she didn’t exist in God’s eyes. If He doesn’t care why should she?

Once again single she figured single life was okay. She dated, she worked, she had a good time, too. The mask she wore covered her wounded heart.

Four years later she met another man. A man totally opposite of her abusive husband. A Christian man. He didn’t belittle her. He didn’t hit her or call her ugly names. He didn’t drink or chase other women. He supported her and loved her. He didn’t preach to her. He somehow knew better. He didn’t talk about love. He showed her what love is and gradually she was able to toy with the idea that maybe God brought this loving man into her life. She trusted her husband and loved him more than anything she’d ever known.

But bad things happen.

She retired. He retired. They traveled and enjoyed doing the things they had dreamed about doing some day. But all those dreams were never met. He got sick. Five years of fighting his illness and living in hospitals brought her new pain. At least now she was talking to God. Lashing out would be more like it. “If You are real You are going to have to prove it to me!” she screamed silently.

He did.

Soon after she buried her husband she found herself standing in front of a pastor asking Jesus to be her Savior. She wasn’t sure how she got there, or really why she was there, but after that things began changing in her life. Changing drastically! Jesus was now her Counselor and the wounds of the past were being confronted and healed. Her life was being transformed a step at a time.

Her phone rang one morning. She slowly walked toward the kitchen to answer it. While reaching for the phone the Lord spoke softly, “I’m giving back to you what was taken away.” She heard her long-lost child’s voice for the first time in thirty-six years.

God wasn’t through proving He’s real.

He used her to help others with similar pain from their pasts. He taught her to trust Him. He took her to places she had never been, not just physical locations, but emotional and spiritual places. He’s given her dreams and visions and warnings and encouragement to give to others. He’s used this once hurt and angry little girl in ways that continues to amaze her even today.

Long ago she gave up on Him – but He never gave up on her!

He uses her today to tell those that do not believe or accept Him, that He is real. He wants them to know He cares. He wants them to know they’ll never be alone if they will only accept Him. He wants them to know that He will transform their lives if they’ll just place their trust in Him.

I know because I was that little girl.

God proved He is real and continues to prove it to me every day. He is my life, my healing, my hope, my Redeemer.  He is my all.  What He does for one He does for all.

I pray He will become your all, and that if you haven’t already, you will ask the Lord to forgive you of your sins and come into your heart and transform your life.


“If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” Roman 10:9

“He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted. To proclaim liberty to the captives. And the opening of the prison to those who are bound.” Is. 61:1


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Blessings to you.

Career Day? Me? Kids? Help me Lord!

This is it! Here they come. imagesCAHHOOLM

The school bus pulls to the front of the building and suddenly the noise levels rise a few decibels. Children chatting, laughing, pouring through the front doors. I haven’t been inside an elementary school in years!

It’s career day and I’ve been invited to partake as a published author. This should prove interesting!

imagesCAJRI0MX        I’ve raced off to Walmart to find something I can give the kids besides my book marks and business cards and leave with sacks filled with a variety of small toys. Of course the boys have to have something different from the girls, so I’ve spent a small fortune and probably an hour and a half trying to decide what is small and inexpensive. Decisions, decisions.

This is all the 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders in the school and it’s being held in the gym.



NOVEL  Cover Tate did-Pursuit  Published 2008  Published 2010  Published 2009 My books are displayed along the table, a large plastic bowl filled with the girls toys, another with the boys toys, and 2 large containers filled with funny his/her twisted straws. I have no idea how many kids I’ll be seeing but 300 toys and 300 straws should be enough, shouldn’t it?

Looking around the gym there are a variety of other professionals ready to greet the kids. imagesCAKWDXVO       imagesCACJZSLS Displays are set up. Some have a bowl of candy to offer the kids, others have items to demonstrate. The fire department is ready images[9]      and a couple of policemen sit quietly chatting at their table. imagesCATRG0MO

The gym door opens.  Oh my gosh! The place fills with smiling faces. Boys and girls holding their pre-determined list of questions. They wander from table to table asking their questions and filling out their question sheet. A small group appears before me. Suddenly a kid screams,  “She has toys!”     imagesCA13TV01

Forget the question sheet, forget I’m a published author, forget book marks or business cards. I can almost see them salivating. My table becomes the most popular in the room!

Now lets face it. The girls are more demure than the boys.    strawberry-shortcake[1]

They peek at the bowl filled with little girl rings, beaded necklaces, and cute plastic eye glasses. They ask their questions and then politely ask if they may have a toy. Girls are cute!

Boys, on the other hand, head straight for the bowl of toys and begin digging. imagesCAE72UIBThey are no more interested in becoming a writer than I am in becoming a sky diver. Okay, not all of them are like that.

I am amazed though at how many really are interested in the various careers offered around the room. Some of the kids look at my books lined on the table and ask with astonishment, “Did you write all these!?” When I answer, “Yes, me and the Lord” I’m really surprised when they reply, “I’m a Christian!” This is a public school and it warms my heart to hear these kids openly and unabashedly speak of their faith.

As the day progresses I’ve run out of toys and my table has become less popular. Once the word gets out that the toys are gone the more serious-minded students linger asking their questions.

I’m sure by the time they get home with their sacks filled with pamphlets, business cards, candy, and trinkets that their reply to Mom when asked how their day was will be….. “To much information!”

      And me?…………………………………………..



“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.” Prov. 22:6

Author Sue Cass – “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”




Blessings to you  🙂

My pen wouldn’t stop!

Leaning against the head board of my bed with my notebook and pen the Holy Spirit took control. The pen flew across the paper and would not stop until He had His say.


“Come to Me all My children for your joy shall be complete. My arms are open to all but there are those who desire to refute Me, willing to do harm against those who believe.

Nations of evil shall be destroyed and live no more. Those who support anarchy and violence shall disappear never to be seen again. Desert rats shall play tag upon their bones for all who do not kneel in confession and repentance shall serve the one who has led them to their doom.

Nations are at risk in these last days. My appearance shall bring them low to the ground as a serpent in the desert dunes. The time has come when My people must stand up or all they believe shall fall.

Countries are turning to unwise notions that they are superior to others. Look about you and see death across the land. Millions are being killed through hatred and disillusionment. Suicides are being done in the Name of My Father. STOP! For eternity is long, is endless, and you shall not see the glory of the Lord but will dwell in a place of horror and misery that cannot touch the imagination of man. Torches are lit, curse words screamed, hatred, and violence prevail.

The storm of the Lord shall sweep across the land and all who are in its path shall be blown to the ends of the earth. Wells will dry, buildings lay in rotted piles where only the bugs shall enter. Take heed you heathens of Satan’s kingdom your end of violence is near!

Lift your prayers My children for all who are in the path of this violence. Their hatred spreads like wildfire and many shall be entranced and step into the flames. Pray for those who teeter on the fence of heaven or hell. Help them to step across the line of life or death for their decision shall last for all time.

Reach out in love, draw them by My light as bugs are drawn to the nights light. Reach out to those who are in pain. Emotional, spiritual, and in their bodies. You have My authority and miracles are still alive. Believe My children, for My power shall flow through you. Obey My callings, My directions. Bring healing to hearts and souls.

Stand tall in the adversity that now cries loud and clear. Many are fooled by the sly words of those who believe in self. Self is as foolish as jumping off a cliff with no net to catch you below. Only rocks will meet you as you descend into the never ending space of all time.

Forget not the words I speak for My wrath shall be poured out opening your eyes as a sudden horrible dream will raise you up out of bed. Listen not and you shall see those things you only imagined on a screen filled with screams. Horrors are ahead for all who turn away, grab them children in your arms of love. They shall not listen but don’t give up, all hope is in Me.

Lift your heads, your hearts, your hands, and praise the King. As a blink of an eye you shall bow before the King, your crown laying at His feet. Your faces aglow with His glory for you are a daughter, a son of the King.

A religion of fear, hatred, and violence shall be stopped in its tracks. For those who come against My people shall die in their ignorance with no one to grieve their passing. Hell awaits them with open arms and My tears shall flow, for their demise should not have been.  Their eyes are blinded by those who allowed evil to enter their souls.

Cry out My children, let those in power know your prayers. Pray your ears, and theirs, shall be open to My words of warning, for I have spoken and it shall come to pass.

Love them, hate their sins, and be alert to their deceptive ways. Let not your leaders turn your heads for the wars across the land shall bring pain but the victory is yours.”


For those who want scriptural confirmation, here are some. 1Jn. 1:4 – Mt. 26:52, 24:24, 7:16 – Ez. 12:13, 12:19-20, 12:25 – 2Cor. 5:20-21 – Heb. 10:2 – Is. 8:12 – Joel 2:2 – 1 Peter 2:9 – 2Thes. 2:11

Author Sue Cass – “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”




Blessings to you. 🙂

Does God use dreams and visions?


“Where in the world did that come from?” I ask myself. Was that a dream? My imagination? Was it a vision? Does the Lord, through His Holy Spirit, really give us visions?

There are many references and accounts of visions and dreams throughout scripture. Joel 2:28-29 says that “…Your old men shall dream dreams. Your young men shall have visions. And also My menservants and on My maidservants I will pour out My Spirit.”

There’s a difference between a dream, a vision, and our imagination. I can lay by the pool with the sun beating down on me with closed eyes and conjure up images in my mind. It’s called day dreaming.

          Its a willful act.                          images[5]

A dream is different in that it happens when we are asleep. We usually do not have any control over what enters our mind during the sleep state. The Lord can give us a dream but so can the enemy, the devil. “Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits, whether they are of God..” 1John 4:1 This scripture is referring to false prophets but we must also apply it to our dreams and visions.

In my experience when there are gruesome acts taking place in my dreams they are not coming from the Lord! It may have been caused by the pizza I ate but it could also be the devil. If there’s a particular dream or a portion of a dream that keeps coming back to me long after being awake, I know the Lord is wanting to reveal something to me so I write it down and pray over it. I ask the Lord to reveal to me what it is He’s trying to show me. I don’t assume I know what it means.

A vision is something totally different. We can’t conjure them up, otherwise it’s day dreaming. If the vision contradicts scripture it is not from God! I had someone ask me, “what if the fire has gone out?” Referring to his spiritual interest. I wasn’t sure how to answer that at the time but have since realized it is our choice to rekindle the fire.

An example of that is a vision the Lord gave me several years ago. Once again I am transported from the earthly world into the spiritual realm. I found myself flying through the skies. I was cruising along above the tree tops looking down at them and marveling at how pretty they are.  imagesCAXWKO3S

I can feel the sun on my back and the wind in my face.

Cruising farther along I’m suddenly peering down at sand dunes and being fascinated by their shapes and how easily they are transformed.


As my flight continues I see in the distance a building. I can’t make out what it is but as I get closer it looks like an old warehouse or maybe just a square cement building. Leaving the trees and the sand dunes behind I come closer to the building.

Suddenly I’m standing before a door. imagesCAR6XOX9

Jesus appears beside me and I look at him. I have no idea why I’m standing before this door or what this building is. The Lord asks me, “Are you willing to go through that door not knowing what is on the other side?” I glance back at the door, then look back at him. “Yes, if You’ll go with me.” I answer.

He has a key in His hand and I stand waiting for Him to unlock the door. Jesus looks at me as He stretches out His hand.


He says, “Sue, you have to unlock the door.”

I hesitate and stand looking at the door.  imagesCAMP1NRE  Slowly I reach for the key and taking it from Jesus hand, I insert it into the lock and turn it. The door creeks opens a few inches. I can see nothing of what is on the other side. As though an invisible hand pushes the door, it begins to open wider and I try to see whatever it is that I might be stepping into.

I look back at the Lord and see He is looking at me and smiling. The love in His eyes cannot go un-noticed. As I gaze into His eyes He reaches out and takes my hand and together we step across the threshold.

The vision ends.

Jesus does not make us do anything! He sets before us a door with an invitation to step across its threshold. He holds the key but it is up to each individual to make the choice to reach out, take it from His hand, insert it into the lock, and turn it. We can’t see what’s on the other side until we open it.


“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Matt. 7:7-8

Author Sue Cass – “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”




Blessings to you. 🙂

Getting out of God’s way


Looking back and seeing some of the things that Christ has done in my life, well, it totally amazes me! I say, some, because if I tried to list them there would be to many.

When I chose to give the Lord permission to do with my life as He sees fit I had no idea what or where He would take me. I had to choose to lay my will aside and let Him have control. It’s been like the song lyrics, “Jesus take the wheel.” That is not always easy!

I grew up having to survive a controlling, abusive, and manipulative home life. Once out of that environment I wanted control! No-one was going to tell me what I can or cannot do any more! So choosing to step aside and give control to God? Oh wow, that’s sure asking a lot, Lord. But…

sometimes we...

The big test of my letting go was when the Lord said He wanted me to give up my home, friends, church, and all that I was familiar with, and comfortable with, and move to another land.

Are You kidding me!?


That started what I call a five year odyssey. He chose the state, “You’re moving me there to kill me, Lord!” He chose my car, “I don’t need a four wheel drive!” He chose my house. “I don’t like that house!”

Yep, we have to get out of His way in order to allow Him to fulfill whatever purpose He has for doing whatever He is doing – whether we understand it or not!

I was miserable for that first eighteen months. I felt trapped and fought tooth and nail. I learned quickly that God isn’t intimidated with my temper tantrums and when I’d run out of steam He was always there to accept my pleas for forgiveness. I’m sure He thought at times, “This is getting old, Sue.” I really thank Him that He has more patience than I do!

My next move was another surprise. “I want you to go visit your niece” the Lord instructed me one day. My niece lived in another state. ”

So off I go.    woman-listening-to-music-while-driving-a-car-poster-art-print[1]

“Oh by the way. You’ll be buying a house while you’re there,” the Lord tells me as I’m speeding toward my destination. I almost fell out of the car!

By this time my training has taught me several things. One being, don’t bother to argue with God, you’ll lose! Another major lesson was I can trust Him. He did what He said He would do not just once but every time!

My trust was being built a step at a time and by the third move, oh yeah, more states, more houses, and more lessons, I was finally getting the big picture and not arguing and fighting as before. Okay, so I did try to assert my independence at times. It was all part of the process and didn’t seem to bother the Lord one little bit. He wanted me to trust Him enough to be obedient.


images[7]  That was the big lesson He was teaching me. Let go of my will and do His.

For five years the Lord had me moving from one state to another and in each state there were more lessons to be learned. I had to confront my wounded heart, I had to confront attitudes and false lessons that were taught me through the years, and confront my distrust. It was a journey that was very much like a roller coaster ride. About the time I would relax it was time for another scream. I missed my friends, my church family, I felt out of place in all the new locations and would tell people, “I’m just passing through.” None of the places felt like home regardless of how long I was there.

Finally one day the Lord said I could go wherever I wanted to live. My reply was, “I’ll go wherever You want me to go.”

I confess, I was tired of the moves and I was tired of the hard lessons.


I could visualize the grin on His face as the Lord said, “I want you back in Georgia”

I screamed, I cried, and I danced.


I was going home! But the lessons didn’t stop. He moved me three more times.

Now as I enjoy my home, I marvel at His grace. I look around and the gift of His mercy is spelled out. “You aren’t moving any more. This is My gift to you for your obedience,” Jesus softly whispered.

I have the home I wanted, I have His peace filling me, His assurance that He is always with me, and I take comfort in knowing that whatever lessons He sets before me will strengthen me in my walk with Him – if only I get out of His way.


“But Jesus replied, My Father is always working and so am I.” John 5:17

Author Sue Cass- “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”




Blessings to you. 🙂

I’m fed with…

I love good mystery and suspense novels. I devour them but I get so fed up with buying a novel that I think will be a pleasure to read only to find it filled with filthy language and saucy sex scenes! In the trash it goes within minutes and only a few pages read!

Throwing the book in the trash and feeling great frustration at what the world is offering its readers I said to the Lord, “Lord? Can we write a novel that does not have the garbage in it!? That would be fun and there aren’t that many.”

I had never written a novel and this would be a new experience. I had written two non-fiction and one fiction but as yet no novel and I really had no idea for a story but I knew if it was the Lord’s will He would come up with something. He did.

In no time my pen started skirting across the paper and “Pursuit” was in the making. Cover Tate did-Pursuit

I’ve lived in Georgia for many years and my favorite place for relaxation is Tybee Island, Georgia. Hence the beach scene on the cover. Actually Hawaii is at the top of the list but Tybee Island is the closest and most convenient for me.    images[2]        Tybee is only a 5 hour drive from me and as I drive along I can barely wait to smell the salt air, visit the many gifts shops, imagesCARPAYU4   and have sea gulls swooping low across the blue waters.      imagesCAY33A8G

Visions of laying on the sandy beach relax my grip on the steering wheel


as I make the drive and thinking about the fresh seafood I shall devour gets the taste buds flowing. imagesCADY6XRB

My mind wanders from food to walking the length of the pier.

 imagesCA8QFSSK        and feeling the ocean

waves crash over my back. I finally I pull into the hotel parking lot.

As my pen writes the story of two totally different sisters these memories flow easily. Other memories of vacations and places visited come to mind and the pen continues to write as it incorporates these places in the story.

Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, California. imagesCAVGX29J

Hollywood’s walk of fame,     imagesCA410QWW


and the diversity of Venice Beach.    imagesCAMIB3KH


Using my experiences and places I have been has been a fun and exciting part of writing. It adds validity to the story as well as adding character. My late husband was a high ranking deputy marshal so of course being involved in a law enforcement environment the pen included court scenes as one of my characters tries cases in Atlanta courtrooms as a prosecuting attorney.

When the pen finally drops to the table I expel a long sigh and feel a great sense of gratitude to the Lord for His inspiration and I’m humbled that He would use me to bring forth His message through a fictional story that hopefully will entertain as well as glorify Him.


Author Sue Cass – “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”




Blessings to you. 🙂

Facing a hijacker

Picture it. Feb. 1, 1968 the sun is shining brightly, the tarmac is hot, the stairs lowered and waiting for all to board. I’m standing in the Phoenix airport with a grin as wide as my face could hold. I’ve never been on an airplane before and now I will be flying the friendly skies as my career. I’m heading to Miami, Fla. for flight attendant training. Back then we were called “stewardesses.” I soon learned there were other names we were also called; “glorified waitress” was the most common and probably the nicest. But what did I know?

images[2]         Walking down the aisle I take a seat next to the window. We’re headed for Chicago and then on to Miami. It turned out to be a very long day but in my excitement I had the flight attendants laughing and showing great patience with me. I kept stopping them to show them what was out my window, as though they hadn’t seen it a million times or more, and asking a million questions. My enthusiasm bubbled over and when finally landing in Miami one of the flight attendants hugged me and said, “I hope you still have this excitement five years from now.” She must have known something I didn’t!

Ohhh to wear that uniform! (this isn’t me but the uniform is the first style I wore.)


I couldn’t be prouder as I leave to work my first flight. I have been issued my wings, imagesCA2OPD0G

my serving smock,  imagesCADAZB68

my bag is packed images[7]               imagesCAF2HEX2

and handed two decks of cards and junior wings to give to passengers     imagesCA28D1S9

Up, up, and away I go.

Of course the pilots soon learn it’s my first flight as well as the cabin crew. Standing in the flight deck doorway after the passengers have boarded, which of course I have enthusiastically greeted each and every one of them, I’m waiting for the next step in this new adventure. The captain turns to me and says, “Move, you’re blocking my rear view mirror.” Of course I jumped right out of the way apologizing profusely only to hear robust laughter as a tug pushes us back from  the gate.

As the years pass imagesCAAG2EE2  (10 year pen)

I’ve been placed in a position where I am the head flight attendant.imagesCA1HDJY3 That means that I can exact the initiation pranks on new hires that will work with me. My initiations were not as gentle as that captain so many years ago. “You need to clean up the barf in the aisle, be sure to save me the big chunks!” The poor girl flies off holding her hand over her mouth with cheeks looking like a chipmunk’s.

“The toilet is stopped up, go find the plunger and unstop it” sends the new hire searching for a plunger that doesn’t exist. It was all done in fun and made memories for all of us, especially the new hire. Like when me and a new hire was walking through the terminal to our departure gate. One of the solid rubber wheels on my luggage cart was making a noise. I stopped and said, “Oh crap. I have a flat tire!” imagesCAJKHAAN

My new hire threw her hand up to her mouth with huge eyes and frantically stated, “Where are we going to find someone to change it before our flight leaves?”

Right now the memories are flowing as I laugh and my pen writes. For many years the friendly skies were just that, fun and friendly but not always.

Yesterday I saw on the news where a man tried to hijack an airplane to go to the Olympics. It brought back a memory of when I had a hijacker. I had only been flying about two or three months and we had several stops before reaching our final destination.  As I cruised the aisle to make sure all baggage was snuggled under the seats I encountered a man with a medium size suitcase sitting on his lap. There were few people on board so he had the two seats all to himself.  “Sir, you’ll have to slide your case under the seat in front of you” I pleasantly stated.

He looked at me for a long moment and then said, “No. We’re going to Cuba.” It was said as though he was merely commenting about the weather. At that time there were no check points, not even the screening bars that passengers had to pass through. There had been several hijackings and I was aware there had been but I merely looked at him and replied, “No. We’re going to …and named the city.

He wrapped his arms around the case and stated, “I say we’re going to Cuba!”  Now enough is enough. I leaned over toward the man and whispered rather emphatically, “I don’t want to go to Cuba and we are not going to Cuba so put the case under the seat!” and I walked away.

Okay, basically I’m still a new hire and don’t know any better. I decide I better mention it to the captain but by then the engines are roaring and we start to speed down the runway. I quickly strap into my jump seat. I’ll have to wait to tell the captain.

Before setting up the trays of drinks and opening the boxes of peanuts I open the flight deck door, step in and close the door securely behind me. I inform the captain of what the man said and leave to tend to my passengers. I have it set in my mind I’m not going to Cuba so I’ve not even mentioned it to the other flight attendant.

The short flight soon lands after the man has once again told me we’re going to Cuba and I simply reply, “No we aren’t!” and continue my service. Upon taxiing toward the gate I notice out the window several police cars trailing along on each side of our plane. Hmmm. I grin broadly.

The front door is thrown open and several police rush onto the plane. The man is snatched up from his seat and hand cuffed. His case is thrown onto the seat and opened. I almost faint! Inside are several knives and other weapons that could have easily been used to encourage me, or anyone else, to get his point across.

He is escorted toward the front door while the few other passengers hang out in the aisle watching. I stand between a row of first class seats and as the man is passing me and glaring daggers at me, I smile sweetly and say, “See, I told you we weren’t going to Cuba! Have a nice day.”

Angel? Not me!

ISN’T SHE BEAUTIFUL?    images[4] (3)

Unlike the Cherubim that have four faces, four wings, feet like a calf’s foot, and sparkle like burnished brass, (Ez.1:5-7) she resembles a beautiful woman. She doesn’t look like the Seraphim with six wings, either. (Is.6:2-3)

imagesCAZD7MBFMy pen has told the truth but yet I have been chastised and condemned. I’ve been told I’m a “lousy Christian,” “you don’t represent true Christians,” and a “flat-out liar,” because my pen wrote that we as humans do not become angels when we leave this earth. I was shocked! It still amazes me that so many Christians are ignorant as to this truth. Not just Christians, either. Many believe the lies Satan has put out there.



“Those that fear Him.” Every Christian has an angel assigned to him or her and we like to think it’s a beautiful angel with flowing silky hair, satin wings, etc. And it’s wonderful to imagine our loved one that has died is now suddenly a beautiful angel.

But is it true? NO! (Don’t scream at me yet.)

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Angels were created by God, for God, and to be His messengers and serve Him. “… for He commanded, and they were created. Ps.148.5

They are not to be worshiped. Only God through His Son, Jesus Christ, is to be the focus of our worship. (Rev.22:8-9)

imagesCAK3A3FT This little ceramic angel has been created by some talented person. It’s purpose is determined by its creator. That is the same as with God.

He is the Almighty Creator of all things and He had a purpose for creating angels. He made them not only as His messenger but holy, (Mk. 8:38) and they never die like we do. He created humans also with the same purpose. He wants us to be holy and to be His messenger of the gospel throughout the world. We have the choice to be holy or not to be; to believe in Him, through His Son Jesus Christ, or not to believe. Many state they believe in God, well so does Satan! God had a purpose for creating His angels and for creating every human being; to serve and glorify Him!

As Christians we do not die, we just leave our earthly body behind. “nor can they die anymore, for they are equal to the angels and are sons of God being sons of the resurrection.”  Lk. 20:36 (emphasis mine) DID YOU CATCH THAT? EQUAL TO THE ANGELS, NOT TRANSFORMED INTO ANGELS BUT EQUAL TO.

So why do we not suddenly turn into angels when we leave this earthly body?  “…we shall be like Him.” 1Jn.3:2

“For our citizenship is in heaven…the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body…” Phil. 3:20-21 (emphasis mine)

Jesus is not an angel!!!!

Once we enter heaven we will judge the angels. “Do you not know that we shall judge angels?…” 1Cor. 6:3 If we become an angel when we die then we would not be above the angels. Right now we are below the angels, they watch over us.

There are many scriptures that speak about angels but there are none that say we humans become, are transformed, into an angel when we die. We live on, in heaven or in hell. If we are in heaven we are living in and with a love greater than anything we have ever known or can even imagine. There are no more tears, no more suffering, illness, hurt, or pain. We have been released by the grace of Almighty God.  We do not sprout wings nor buzz back to earth to protect those who are left behind. That is what the angels do. We bask in His presence.  If one is not a believer, well I’ve already shown part of that life in my post, “Been there-not going back!”

There is only one way to be guaranteed a seat near God’s Throne, ask Jesus into our heart. “Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” John 14:5

“Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, ‘If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”‘ John 8:31-32

Author Sue Cass –“Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”



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