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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Slow down pen! Israel.

The flight was long and tiring but praise be to God I am finally here! Stepping off the bus and entering my hotel room I’m so exhausted that all I want to do is hit the bed. Struggling to lift my heavy suitcase I place it on the bed and walk to the small balcony. Oh my gosh! I’m staring out over the Sea of Galilee! Forget sleep! I rush to the door and hot foot it downstairs. The sun is just rising and thankfully my camera is loaded with film.


I take several pictures and rush back to my room. Grabbing my notebook my pen begins writing about this most awesome experience. My pen wrote while I was on the plane getting here and the bus ride from Jordon to here, but now it’s flying across the paper with sheer excitement. My ten day trip to the Holy Land has only just begun.

The bus isn’t completely full with our group so I have chosen two seats together next to the window so I have plenty of room and hopefully can spend the time between sites writing.

“Wear shoes if you’re going in the water” my pastor states, adding, “The rocks are very sharp.” Looking down at my feet I decide to ignore him because then I’ll walk around with wet squishy tennis shoes the rest of the day.  “I can’t believe this” I yell. “I’m floating on the Dead Sea” Am I dreaming? Nope, some of the very high salt concentrated water splashes in my eye. No dream, it burns! I couldn’t drown in this if I tried! I can’t even sink! This is soooo cool!

imagesCABX9W8B  Stepping onto the shore and very carefully stepping over the rocks, which turn out to be pure salt crystals, I rush back to the bus after taking a quick shower. Blood is oozing from the bottom of my foot. Should have worn the shoes, Sue. Bandages are offered and my pen is practically jumping off the table wanting to write.

Some of the group have started teasing me about dragging my notebook out as soon as I get settled in my seat. I don’t have to hang a “do not disturb” sign on my seat because they all can see my pen is flying across the paper. I do leave it on the bus while we’re at a site.  Our tour guide is great and I write everything he’s telling us. At times I want to shake my pen and scream, “slow down!”

images[4]  The bus pulls into a parking lot. We’re stopping for lunch. I almost faint with excitement. “I wanna ride a camel!” Almost a big mistake. You see I had just had major back surgery just a few months before this trip. Climbing onto one of these big suckers isn’t like putting your foot in a stirrup to board a horse. There is no stirrup!

imagesCAC0Z9KO   I think he knows he’s got a sucker standing before him.

There is one main reason I decided to be obedient when the Lord said He would like for me to visit His Holy Land – get baptized in the Jordan River where He was Baptized by John the Baptist. Now I’m not sure this is the exact spot where Jesus was Baptized but hey, I’m not complaining!


Baptism is a public profession of having given our life to Jesus Christ as well as a representation of being cleansed of our sins, dying with Christ and resurrection to life. Believe me I died under that water and when I was resurrected all I could do was bawl!

imagesCAYGFZAW Praying with my forehead resting against the ancient stones of the Wailing Wall was yet another indescribable experience as were many others. The Lord said He would meet me in Israel and believe me I feel His presence in every step I’ve taken.

I spent my career as a flight attendant for a major airline and have walked the narrow aisle of an airplane more times than I can count. There is one walk that still brings tears to my eyes so please forgive me if I misspell a word for the tears are already beginning.


The tall walls along a part of the Via Dolorosa are made with shards of glass, rock, and other objects to prevent escape. Walking along my emotions are going wild. Clearing the walls and out into the open where the sun is shining brightly tears stream down my face. I can’t believe I am on the very path that my Lord and Savior walked in order that I can spend eternity with Him. Sitting down on the path I cannot control the sobs. Quick snippets of the abuse I suffered in childhood flash across my mind. Tears stream down my face. “Lord?” I cry. He answers in a very soft, gentle, and loving voice, “I walked your path of suffering with you and now you are walking Mine.”


“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not sent His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved. John 3:16-17


A more complete account of my time in Israel and more of my autobiographical adventures can be read in my book,  “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith.”

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. 🙂

Look at all those candles!


All the news, all the commercials, everywhere I turn people are talking about the Super Bowl. If it isn’t the Super Bowl, it’s the Olympics. I could care less! Okay, call me crazy but I have more important things to think about, like how the heck did I get this old!?

I had an epiphany last year. My birthday came and one day I was 67 and the next I was 69. I grabbed my calculator only to learn that somehow I had skipped a birthday. I frantically called my friend screaming, “I must have Alzeimer’s! Get me to a doctor quick!” This only happened once before when my husband was dying. I’ve snatched up my calculator, big sigh, I’m turning 70. Now what?

I’ve thought about the things in my past, the jobs I’ve had, the people I’ve met, the investments I’ve made, and the places I’ve been. I look around my home and see dust covered trinkets, I gaze out my window and wonder if I’ll be able to lift the concrete blocks I have stacked to build a retaining wall. I wonder what is my priorities. My thoughts turn to,  “I can’t take any of this to heaven with me so why am I doing all this?”

Scripture says that we are in this world but not of this world. So why am I bothering with all the “stuff?” Because I am in this world! I need stuff! I need to have a car, an income, friends, a bed and furniture. But am I to focus and love the things of the world? No!

My priority, according to scripture, is to love the Lord with all my heart, strength, and soul. I’m to love my neighbors as myself, and my focus is to be on eternal things, not worldly things. Looking at all the stuff and perusing the long road of memories can I say I have done that? Not all the time, no. I’ve been guilty of focusing on worldly stuff. Politics is a big one. Will my books sell? Will they speak to the hearts of people? Does anyone even read my blogs?

What is wrong with me!? Why am I focusing on stuff the Lord says to not be anxious about?  Okay, because I’m human. Not a good excuse if I’m a believer in Jesus and have asked Him to be my Savior. And I have! Having that pop into my head I can walk away from the window and not be concerned about whether I have strength to pick up a block of cement. I can look at the dust-covered trinkets and know it doesn’t matter if they end up in a yard sale. The memories I can cherish, and the friends that I have I’ll see in heaven if I leave this body today. By the way, I cherish the fact that we’ll get a new body when we leave this one. Hallelujah the blubber is left behind!

I can rejoice that the Lord has given me these years and that in that long journey called life I have touched others, I have made at least a small impact, hopefully, and that I can freely raise my hands in praise and worship to the One who knew me before I was in my mother’s womb. I can sing praises and look to heaven to the One on the throne for I am in His hands and whatever comes my way He will handle.

Now I’ll have a big scoop of ice cream with my cake, thank you very much.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Phil. 4:6-7

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. 🙂