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Chris Fabry
Married to Andrea since 1982. We have 9 children together and none apart. Our dog's name is Tebow.
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After finding and remediating mold twice in our Colorado home, we abandoned ship in October 2008. Because of the high levels of exposure, our entire family was affected. After months of seeing different specialists for all of the problems, we came to Arizona to begin comprehensive treatment to rid our bodies of the toxic buildup. In August 2009 we moved into a larger home, four bedrooms, south of Tucson, north of Mexico. I am doing my daily radio program/ writing from that location. Thanks for praying for us. We really feel it.



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Friday, January 20, 2017
Eight years ago, I made a commitment on Inauguration Day. Today seems like a good time to renew it. See what you think about "My Oath of Office" below—and the addendum by an anonymous responder.

My Oath of Office (2009)

Will you respect the office of the President and the man who is charged by our country and by God to lead us?

Will you pray for this man and daily ask God not only for protection, but also for wisdom to lead our free nation?

Will you commit to repent of pre-judging him on things you've heard, on rumors you've been sent by email?

Will you pray for his wife in her new role? For his daughters who will be in the spotlight like never before?

Will you give him an opportunity to make decisions without vilifying him personally?

And when you disagree with a policy, when you believe he is going the wrong direction, will you speak the truth in love, will you be unlike those who have taken the opportunity to tear President Bush down at seemingly every turn?

To support, means to love. And agreeing with everything a person says when they are wrong is not loving. But to disagree in a way that shows dignity to that other person, while at the same time pointing out the truth, is what support means.

Anonymous said...
Thank you for this reminder! I also added this to one of your paragraphs: And when you disagree with a policy, when you believe he is going the wrong direction, will you speak the truth in love, will you be unlike those who have taken the opportunity to tear President Bush down at seemingly every turn? I will seek to recall and meditate on Matthew 12:36–37 -- "But I say to you that for every idle word men may speak, they will give account of it in the day of judgment. For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned."

Thursday, August 4, 2016
Five years ago today my father died. He had slipped away from my mother, and my brother and sister-in-law suggested I get there quickly. I drove up to the house with crickets and frogs providing the soundtrack to that West Virginia requiem. The air was thick and humid and I knew this was the end of something good.

The other night as we sat on the front porch my wife looked at me and said, "You look just like your dad." I acted as if it bothered me, but it didn't. I'm okay with becoming my father, looks and all. I'm okay with all that entails, and some of it isn't pretty.

My father wasn't perfect, though. He made mistakes. He yelled on occasion. Wasn't politically correct with his views. But it's not his mistakes I think most about these days. That's the funny thing about time. It erases most of the mistakes and replaces them with warm memories. And both are true. The negatives and positives are real, but time seems to bring the warm ones to the surface more often.

His haircuts, for example. As a kid I hated them. I didn't like sitting on that rickety, metal chair and having hair go down my neck. It was musty and hot in the basement. I just wanted to go outside. As a kid I couldn't wait for that haircut to be over. What I wouldn't give to feel his hands on my head today, pushing those clippers around one more time.

The smell of the peppermints he ate on the way to church. His laugh. Seeing him at the kitchen table reading the paper. Walk with him and our dog, Shep, up the hill and into the woods. Hear him tinker with some machine that wouldn't run. Or ride the tractor into some impossible incline to cut the hay.

I wrote about my father in the book The Promise of Jesse Woods. He was not a pastor in real life, but he had the heart of a good one. There are echoes of his grace and faults in those pages. I suppose I will write about him in some way with each story, but this one captured a different side of him.

The death of my father was the end of something good. But it was also the beginning of memories as rich as the loamy soil he loved.

This is a photo I keep on my desk of my father and his older brother
sitting on the step of their house in the southwest coalfields of West Virginia.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Dr. Tim LaHaye has died. But, of course, we know he is now more alive than he ever was. A few thoughts about him.

In 1995 I was hosting a program called Open Line on the Moody Broadcasting Network (now Moody Radio). Dr. Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins were scheduled to be in the studio to talk about a new book that had been released called Left Behind. They were excited about the possibilities—and told me off-air that Tyndale felt they could sell 100,000 copies of the book. In hardcover.

I smiled.

Tyndale was wrong, of course, because they didn't just sell 100,000 copies. They sold tens of millions of copies in the series. In the next few years, the writing ramped up for Jerry as they accelerated the pace of the releases to meet reader demand. Jerry was also working on the teen version of the stories and it simply wasn't possible to do both.
In December of 1998 I got the phone call and was asked me to come alongside Jerry and Dr. LaHaye to help write Left Behind: The Kids. There would be 40 books in that series (I would write 35 of them). Jerry was the point person for me—I funneled all my plots and questions through him and he gave the green light for each title and storyline.

However, there were times when I would have theological questions about things that might occur or not occur in the Tribulation. I would write or call Dr. LaHaye. I don't have any of those emails and never recorded any conversations, but I do remember what he conveyed.

First, he was always upbeat about the stories and their reach. Not just the numbers of sales, but the responses from people. It went something like this: "Chris, what you're doing is important because there are so many young people who are going to encounter the truth about eternity through these books. This is an awesome responsibility."

He always wanted to be biblically correct with what was portrayed, but he was not against creativity. He basically gave me a fence around the stories and let me play in the middle of the pasture.

The most important thing to him was that each book contain a believable conversion of some character. He wanted any kid who picked up the book to encounter someone beginning the journey of following Jesus. He wanted any reader to be able to say, "So that's what it means to be a Christian. That's how you ask God's forgiveness." So, in the 35 books I worked on, I got to come up with 35 scenarios where kids could see a sinner repent and become a follower of Jesus.

Dr. LaHaye enjoyed being a New York Times bestselling author, but he measured his true success by the adults and children who wrote about the spiritual life they had found through the stories. I can still hear the excitement in his voice about those who were responding. His example makes me want to gauge my own life that way.

Monday, June 13, 2016

The Best Reason to pre-order The Promise of Jesse Woods

My hope with each story is that it will grab you by the throat because you care about the people in the story.

I took a couple of weeks away from the office and came back to an email that thrilled me. I want to share some of it with you. This is someone who received a copy of the book from the publisher before it releases in two weeks.

I wanted to write my review this evening, but my husband picked up the book, and, well, there goes that. Just you try prying that book out of anyone's hands once they get sucked into that story.

For anyone who likes getting in on something good from the get-go, this book is the next To Kill a Mockingbird. It felt like the child of the classic, all grown up and refocused for today's reader.

This story is one that sticks to your ribs; the ending was quite satisfying although I sure didn't see it coming.

Rebekah said she thinks it will be a bestseller. Well, that would be wonderful. But my main goal is to move you like I was moved as I wrote the story. I think you'll fall in love with Jesse and Daisy Grace and Matt and Dickie. I think there's a lot of hope in the middle of the pain of their lives. I think there's hope for you and me as well.

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Friday, June 10, 2016

Reason #4 to pre-order The Promise of Jesse Woods

Music is critical to me getting my fiction right. I use songs of the period or soundtracks from films that get me in the right mood for the scenes I'm writing. When I was helping write Left Behind: The Kids, 35 books in the apocalyptic, end-times series, I listened to a lot of Hans Zimmer. When I wrote Almost Heaven, I had an online bluegrass channel I kept going.

For The Promise of Jesse Woods there was a group of songs I listened to every day for the six months it took to write the book.

#1. "Lean on Me," Bill Withers
#2. "A Thousand Miles," Vanessa Carlton
#3. "Long Way To Go," Augustana
#4. "The Road Not Taken," Bruce Hornsby

These songs provide the longing, the heart, the pain, the anguish, and the joy of running back to the hills again.

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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Reason #3 to pre-order The Promise of Jesse Woods

Setting is important to every story—and in the ones I tell, I try to make the setting so much a part of the tale that you feel as if you are there. My friend Sharon wrote and said, "When I was growing up, I never imagined I could go back home through a book. Thanks."

In The Promise of Jesse Woods, you'll taste potato salad at a church potluck that didn't turn out lucky for my friends. You'll see fireflies rise from the earth like prayers and smell the smoke of a campfire on the hill that overlooks Dogwood. Feel the humidity of June. And the bugs and gnats. And the cool breeze in the evening.

One of the principal characters is Jesse Woods. She lives in a ramshackle house "on the side of a hill that hung like a mole on the face of God."

As I wrote, I pictured the spot on the road by our house that led to a gas well and a "V" in the hills. When I was a kid there were no houses in sight on that spot, just trees and brush. My friend Rex drove there the other day and took these pictures.

On the flat spot at the bottom of the hill are three crosses. I have no idea where they came from or who put them there, but as I drove past them recently, I gasped. That was the very spot I pictured Jesse's house. Then I had to laugh. You can't make this stuff up. What a setting for a story.

I hope you get to read about Jesse's promise, her life, how much Matt loved her, and what happens 12 years later.

Photo credit: Rexford Chambers

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