Wednesday, 19 December 2012
Why All Christian Writing Conferences Should Be Held in the Redwoods
I’ve spent the last five days in paradise.
It was perfect timing, God’s timing, and because of a tweet and a twitter party and a writing mentor I’d never met, I registered for Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference about a month ago. I’m going home today.
The speakers are superb. The sessions and education are not to be missed. The keynote speaker, Liz Curtis Higgs, is a master in her craft, weaving in biblical story, literary connections and the insecurities all writers feel in her hilarious talks. And the location? God’s country.
The lush mountain landscape, the blooming cherry trees blushing against the deep pine green, the hills and slopes that make you look up and down with every step, and the redwoods.
You could almost look past them; they’re everywhere. Only when my daughter asked me to send her a picture did I look up and notice a larger trunk, bigger on one side than my arm span, and tried to capture it for her. Of course, it can’t be contained.
It filled my phone’s camera field. I looked up and couldn’t see the top. I snapped the picture anyway, knowing it could never do the tree justice.
I have a feeling the redwoods will be my metaphor for this conference and my writing life after I return home. Here, I’m too close. I have a list a mile long of all the things I want to do after the conference — sending manuscripts, starting new social media efforts, writing articles, making electronic connections with people I’ve seen and touched here. But the list? That’s are the tree. I’m still too close to it.
When I go home, I’m hoping I’ll be able to see the forest. To see the story God was weaving here, to see the big picture come into focus, to better understand why he brought me here, for what purpose and how I can better honor him and bring his hope to the world with my little words.
I’ll miss those redwoods, though.