Press Release

New book explores the ability to find peace in Christ after the loss of a career, house and life savings

Gregor Southard announces publication of ‘Emerging from the Shadows’

 

TOPEKA, Kan. – Author Gregor Southard shares a collection of blogs he wrote between 2012 and 2014 in his new memoir “Emerging from the Shadows” (published by WestBow Press).

“Emerging from the Shadows” talks about what Southard was going through emotionally and spiritually at the time, and how his faith became stronger through the adversity of losing everything over the course of five years. The entries follow a common theme of finding peace in Christ despite hardship.

Southard wants readers to take away “that peace can be found in Christ no matter what we go through in life.” He adds that “there are tangible answers beyond clichés and Bible verses we get from friends when the answers, though real, don’t give much comfort during times of trials.”

“Emerging from the Shadows”                                                                                                          By Gregor Southard

Hardcover | 6 x 9in | 120 pages | ISBN 9781973620075

Softcover | 6 x 9in | 120 pages | ISBN 9781973620051

E-Book | 120 pages | ISBN 9781973620068

Available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

About the Author

Gregor Southard was born and raised in Topeka, Kansas. He has a bachelor’s degree in theatre and film from the University of Kansas. While there, he had a “prodigal son” experience and chose to relocate to Nashville after graduating to pursue a career in writing and directing faith-based films. Four of his short plays were produced over the years. The bulk of his career has been in technical production, including a nine-year stint managing live entertainment production for the Ryman Auditorium.

Well, It’s Monday

Well, It’s Monday

As I look out the cafe window, studying the March clouds, I’m reminded that clouds do look different during the spring season than in the summer storm season, than in the breezy fall season, than in the quiet snow of winter. Mid- March clouds have that look of “we may dump rain on you, or we may not. . . but probably will” look about them. The spring winds, though, always remind me of J explaining to Nicodemus that the wind will blow where it will, not telling us where it came from or where it intends to go, much like the movement of the Holy Spirit in and around our lives. Sometimes we feel the presence of God, oftentimes we don’t.                                                                                                          The March wind comes and goes, sometimes violently bending the still unclothed limbs, and we feel it. Maybe the fact that Easter is approaching makes me think about God in the wind. It’s almost like the warmer weather is being forced on us, or the kingdom of God is coming and must be dealt with. So, how do I tie this in with the theme of today’s blog?                                                                                                                                               Christ has entered the city for one final Passover. Change is coming. The Man who brought a message of love is about to be brutally murdered because some religious leaders couldn’t deal with who he really is, the Son of God.                                             Meanwhile, the air is light and breezy, it feels good on skin covered by coats and jackets all winter long. Spring is about to come again. Dead seeds fallen to the ground will rise from the earth again to feed the hungry. They had to die in order to realize their destiny, their purpose.                                                                                                                                       It bothers us. We want the love, we want the peace that comes with that love, but not the cost, even if we don’t have to pay it. Love has to die. There seems to be no way around it. “Something is coming and you can’t stop it,” the wind seems to say with greater force each new day as spring approaches.

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I need to take a deep breath for a minute. One of the nuances of my blog is to begin with a thought and do a quick reflection on it, which is why I limit myself, generally, to 500 words. I want to get in and out quickly without belaboring or over thinking an idea. And let’s face it, there’s something cool about having that “eureka!” moment. Look at what I just discovered! Wow! The problem is that for the idea to stick, I need to reflect on that thought and what it can ultimately reveal to me.                                                                     God shows me something new, or gets me to look at something a little deeper or in a different light, and I get a sudden caffeine like rush. Happens to me in church all the time, but I’ve usually forgotten it by the time I get in my car and turn on the ignition. “Man, I’ve never thought about that before! Wait a minute. What was I thinking about? Oh, darn, the radio is playing a cool song.”                                                                             That’s why I’m revisiting this blog (and the ones to follow), it feels like God wants me to go deeper with this idea. Reflecting on the death and life of Christ is an easy thing, and dare I say it, a pleasant thing on the windy days that follow all the snow, ice, and slumber. But it was just a moment, how often (other than Sunday mornings) have I really reflected on the death and life of my savior? I’m supposed to die everyday after all. Of course, dying everyday takes a conscience effort from the moment I wake up. When I wake up, all I’m thinking about is which coffeehouse house to go to this time.              Right now, I’m going to think about it. There are three things this blog is trying to get me to think about: God is love, love is opposed, and that love had to go away to send us comfort. I don’t need, at this moment, to rush off and reread the pertinent chapters (1 Corinthians 13, 1 Peter 5, John 15) again. I need to reflect on them. No, that’s not quite right either, they need to sink in on a soul level. God is love and there is an active evil trying to keep me from that love, or at the very least, keep me from feeling that love, or worse yet, get me to believe that its gone. Maybe that is why the Holy Spirit is called Comforter by J. Comfort is desperately needed in the midst of a seemingly unending opposition to love. It’s not only a war out there, it’s a war right here in my heart and it’s not ending anytime soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

J’s Coming: Look Busy!

There is a certain kind of temptation. It’s a tricky one that sneaks up on us when we’re feeling particularly righteous or religious. But it can’t be a temptation because it feels good. It can’t be wrong if it feels good, right? Is it really a temptation if we’re sure God wants us to give in to it? The temptation we seem to think God wants us to give in to is… seriousness.                                                                                                                                     Have you fallen for this one? Here’s a quick test, I saw a t- shirt once that said “Jesus is coming. Look busy!” Did you laugh or duck for fear of a lightning strike? I’m not going where you think with this. I personally think the shirt is funny, though, yeah, when J returns we “best be about the business.” If you’ve been following this blog for any time at all, you know that I refer to Jesus as “J.” It may have struck you as odd or even blasphemous. At the very least, disrespectful, but I have a very good reason for doing it here. Jesus isn’t just my Lord and Savior, though that is quite enough, he’s also my friend. The one I want to walk with on this journey through what often seems like enemy territory.                                                                                                                                                “J” has a story, though. Early in my last year at Kansas University, I found a rather poignant poster of a pencil drawing of Jesus. In this drawing/ poster Jesus is looking at us with a smile that merely says “I love you.” What made this drawing/ poster even more endearing to me that it was signed in big letters

 

With Love,

 

J

 

That’s part of what I’m thinking when I refer to Jesus as “J” in this book. I’ve got a savior that loves me as I am. But there’s more to it than that, J has many names for a reason, and that reason is because He really is all things to all people, including friend.