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MY REVIEW:<\/strong><\/p>\n With a setting in the Oklahoma Dust Bowl during the early 1930’s “Devil in the Dust” is a powerful story of both desperation and hope, avarice and sacrifice, and the basic human will to survive.<\/p>\n The author’s words pulled me immediately into the story. I could hear the never-ending wind and feel it’s dry heat on my skin. I could taste the dirty grit in my mouth and feel the hot earth beneath my bare feet. It was easy to understand the hopelessness that permeated the small town as well as the choices made by the characters. Her characters are strong ones who tell their story well. Pastor Peter and his wife Lillian do what they can to help their flock but feel helpless as they can do little to relieve the suffering. Emma Owen sacrifices her own needs to care for her children in the absence of their father who left on business and never returned. Jessie Owen does all she can to help her family but dreams of a better life. And then there is the stranger who seems to offer hope but may not be who he seems.<\/p>\n The drought had taken a toll on the once thriving small town and farming community. Income lost and the inability to even grow food for their hungry families forced many to leave and those who stayed wondered from day to day just how long they could hang on. And then there were those claimed by death. In the midst of these desperate conditions a shiny new car rolled into town driven by a man with plans to take advantage of the situation. It was little wonder that young Jessie was charmed by his polished appearance, kindness, and generosity. Could this stranger be the answer for the Owen family?<\/p>\n I thoroughly enjoyed “Devil in the Dust”.\u00a0 It is a story that brought a brief part of my American History classes to life and helped me view it through the eyes of those who lived it. I gained a new appreciation for the blessed life I live in a snug house with more than enough food for my family.<\/p>\n Cara Luecht is a gifted author. If you have not read any of her books, “Devil in the Dust” would be a good place to begin.<\/p>\n I voluntarily reviewed a copy of this book provided by Celebrate Lit. A favorable review was not required. All views expressed are my own.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n ABOUT THE BOOK:<\/strong><\/p>\n Click to purchase<\/p><\/div>\n June 1933 <\/i><\/p>\n Their small Oklahoma town is dying. Lillian remembers how acres and acres of wheat once waved under jewel-blue skies. Now the dirt stretches across the flat land as far as she can see.<\/p>\n Emma\u2019s husband is missing. She keeps house, keeps her five children fed as best as she can, and keeps smiling as her hope fades. But when the days stretch to weeks, she faces the possibility that he will never come home. Left with the likelihood of losing their farm, and the ever-present pangs of hunger, she is forced to consider opportunities that, under normal circumstances, she would never contemplated.<\/p>\n Jessie, Emma\u2019s oldest daughter, completes her tasks as if numb. Forced to wear her mother\u2019s shoes to avoid the humiliation of bare feet, she watches the dead, dirt road for signs of life.<\/p>\n And then he comes.<\/p>\n His new car and shiny shoes and generous way with gifts and money catch Jessie\u2019s eye, much to the dismay of her mother \u2026 and much to the concern of the minister\u2019s wife, Lillian. He\u2019s too smooth, too willing to help, and much too eager to spend time with a girl less than half his age. But who is to say he is not the miracle they all prayed for?<\/p>\n Click here<\/a> to purchase your copy.<\/p>\n ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/strong><\/p>\n GUEST POST FROM CARA LUECHT:<\/strong><\/p>\n Why I wrote Devil in the Dust.<\/em><\/p>\n One Sunday after church, we decided to go to lunch with another family. We hadn\u2019t had the opportunity to get to know this couple well, but the conversation was amazing, we laughed until we almost cried, and I\u2019m pretty sure the restaurant manager was glad to see us go.<\/p>\n On the way out, the topic grew more serious, and I mentioned something that worried me. It was maybe a sentence\u2014I was not baring my soul\u2014but the woman with whom we had spent the last couple of delightful hours stopped, blinked, and put up her wall-of-a-Christian-smile. In an instant, I knew I had been judged as negative. You see, for many Christians, the mantras of \u201cthe battle is already won,\u201d \u201cfaith will get you through,\u201d and the largely American \u201cpick yourself up by your bootstraps\u201d have drowned out the quieter mandate to care.<\/p>\n I went home chased by the feeling that, somehow, I didn\u2019t measure up. And for a time, I dredged that place of overthinking, attempting to float a reason out of that murky pond where insecurity hides.<\/p>\n Of course, I came up with nothing, and decided to put my efforts into deciding what my next novel would be. Unfortunately (or fortunately), at this stage, every little life experience has potential for use.<\/p>\n While I had been undecided on theme, I knew I wanted the setting for the novel to be in the dustbowl in the 1930s. I began researching, and I realized the scope and human impact of this disaster was much larger than I had remembered from history class. More importantly, it lasted an entire decade. For a decade, people dealt with hunger and drought and death from breathing in the ultra-fine soot. Children were lost. Families abandoned their farms. People survived on rations of canned government meat\u2026and that\u2019s when they were lucky. Many felt cursed.<\/p>\n Life was hard. I imagine that smiles were rare, even in the church.<\/p>\n I started thinking about what it would take for a community to survive devastation on this scale. I considered the kind of people who make up a town: merchants, teachers, police, farmers, and ministers. And while merchants and teachers, along with everyone else, would feel the change brought on by the slow death of a drought, for a minister it would be different. A minister\u2019s purpose is to bring people the good news of the gospel. Technically, their job would stay exactly the same, except every phrase they spoke would shift in meaning because the context\u2014the lives of those sitting in the pews\u2014had changed so dramatically.<\/p>\n Growing up as the child of a pastor, I have some knowledge about how a minister\u2019s home works. And in all my research I was left with one question: How could a minister preach every Sunday to a congregation of people who had lost everything with no hope for improvement anytime soon?<\/p>\n I moved my research to the Bible, and when I did, I came across the story of Lazarus. I have heard and read this story countless times, but in the light of trying to puzzle out what a pastor might do in a situation where it looks like all has been lost, I realized something about the story that I had never considered. Before Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead, he cried with Lazarus\u2019 sisters. He shared in their grief even though he knew it would end. He stayed there with them in that moment of sorrow.<\/p>\n I came to the conclusion that during times of suffering, our responsibility to others should look nothing like that drought-of-a-Christian-smile that I met outside that restaurant. Rather, it should emulate Jesus\u2019 example. When we make Christianity only about victory, and turn faith into a wish book, we strip it of its most powerful message: hope. Not eternal hope, but the hope of not being alone. More often than not, we lack the ability to change someone\u2019s circumstances. What we can do is come up alongside someone and help carry their burden even if only for a few minutes. Christianity is not a way to avoid suffering, it\u2019s about finding meaning through the suffering.<\/p>\n I wrote Devil in the Dust as an exploration of what it means to be a Christian while standing in the midst of a desert. Told through the voices of three women who endure the quiet shame of poverty, Devil in the Dust is a story about what happens to faith when everything goes wrong.<\/p>\n BLOG STOPS:<\/strong><\/p>\n Zerina Blossom\u2019s Books<\/span><\/a>, October 10<\/p>\n Reading Is My SuperPower<\/a>, October 11<\/span><\/p>\n Connie\u2019s History Classroom<\/a>, October 11 <\/span><\/p>\n The Fizzy Pop Collection<\/span><\/a>, October 12<\/p>\n Genesis 5020<\/span><\/a>, October 12<\/p>\n A Reader\u2019s Brain<\/span><\/a>, October 13<\/p>\n Blogging With Carol<\/a>, <\/span>October 14<\/p>\n Bukwurmzzz<\/span><\/a>, October 15<\/p>\n A Baker\u2019s Perspective<\/span><\/a>, October 16<\/p>\n Books n Baubles<\/span><\/a>, October 17<\/p>\n Inklings and notions<\/span><\/a>, October 18<\/p>\n Mary Hake<\/a>, October 19<\/p>\n Pause for Tales<\/span><\/a>, October 20<\/p>\n Bigreadersite<\/span><\/a>, October 20<\/p>\n Debbie\u2019s Dusty Deliberations<\/span><\/a>, October 21<\/p>\n Karen Sue Hadley,<\/span><\/a> October 21<\/p>\n Daysong Reflections<\/a>,<\/span> October 22<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/divider2.png\" "\\"divider2\\"")
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\n<\/a>Award winning author, Cara Luecht<\/strong>, lives in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin with her husband, David, and their children. In addition to freelance writing and marketing, Cara works as an English Instructor for a local college. Cara graduated summa cum laude with a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Wisconsin and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Fairleigh Dickinson University. Currently, Cara is studying for a Masters of Divinity at Fuller Theological Seminary.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n