I have a friend who calls explicit acts of providence in her life-the ones she recognizes as God reaching out to her–“God moments.”

I had one today at Mass

THE SET UP

Yesterday, I wrote a blog post to release today, introducing the members of The Crimson League (the rag tap resistance group in my upcoming YA fantasy release.) It’s all about how each of us has a place, despite our weaknesses, limitations, and insecurites.

Part of it says:

“Some members of the League have talents more obviously useful in a magical civil war. Some contribute in quieter ways. Some might be tempted to wonder what their role is, or why they’re there, or how they could possibly be needed.

But each one of them IS needed. Each one is beautifully necessary as the story of the League unfolds–the quiet ones and the brash ones, the thinkers and those who rush to act, the sensitive ones and the hardened ones.”

I wasn’t explicitly timing this for Pentecost Sunday. But it’s a PERFECT post for today, as I have realized.

TODAY IS PENTECOST SUNDAY

I’m Catholic. Pentecost is the Feast when we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit on the Apostles, as promised by Jesus.

The second reading at Mass this morning was: “Now there are a varieties of service, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of working, but it is the same God who inspires them all in every one. To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.” 1 Cor 12:4-7

And it goes on from there, but those are the verses applicable to my blog post and the verses that stood out to me.

I realized that this was the point I was trying to make in my blog post, more or less. I realized I was unconsciously going off the lesson and the reality of Pentecost.

Now, my fiction is not Christian fiction explicitly. Religion is secondary to the story. It’s set in a made up kingdom on an alternate Earth, more or less. It’s not out to convert anyone. I wrote and published the first edition of my trilogy before what I call my conversion, even. (Basically, it’s for anyone who likes YA fantasy).

It’s just a good, fun fantasy action-adventure. But I realized there are so many ways that God can use that story through lessons like the one I pointed out in my earlier post today.

And I think that’s pretty cool. I’ve definitely been praying for God to use my story however he might want to, to touch whomever he desires to through it. This felt like confirmation that He will.

If you want, you can read that post that introduces The Crimson League here.

And mark your calendars for June 15: release day for the Second Edition!

Not a soul in Herezoth is safe while evil sorcerer, Zalski Forzythe, reigns supreme.

There was a time when the magicked and commoners lived in peace. The Hall of Sorcery hidden high in the mountains was a place of reverence . . .

Until the vicious sorcerer Hansrelto came to call. His attempted overthrow may have failed, but a terrorizing rampage through the nearby villages did enough damage to mar the reputation of the peaceful magicked ones for generations to come.

Nearly a millennium passed . . .

Inspired by Hansrelto’s efforts, wicked sorcerer Zalski Forzythe successfully executes a coup and slaughters the royal family, taking over the nation of Herezoth.

The people are burdened with two-thirds taxes, violent terror, and forced allegiance. The crushing boot on the neck seems relentless.

But there is hope . . .

A team of rebels known as the Crimson League leads the charge toward freedom.

And legend has it, the Marked One will rise up to end the dystopian nightmare.

Through sword and sorcery, the forces of good and evil match off in The Herezoth Trilogy’s first installment, The Crimson League: The Fight for Hope!