Friday, April 9, 2021

Interview with Rev. Dr. Leonidas A. Johnson #interview #blogtour


 Rev. Dr. Johnson attended Evanston Township High School. From there he went on to study at Illinois Wesleyan University.  His professional education for his Doctor of Optometry degree was completed at the Southern California College of Optometry, now known as Marshall B. Ketchum University.  Rev. Dr. Johnson received his Master’s degree at Talbot School of Theology, Biola University. “I plan on leading a crusade against blindness due to age related cataracts. I’m able to do all these things because I serve a great God who does great things and He has allowed me to do great things,” commented Rev. Dr. Johnson. He has set up a foundation known as the Rev. Dr. Leonidas The Optometrist and The Miracle Eyes Foundation. See this web site for more information www.revleonidastheoptometrist.org. Due to his work demands – Dr. Johnson lives in both Chicago and Los Angeles.

Visit his website at Books | Christian Faith Publishing | Free Publishing Kit | Christian Faith Publishing and www.revleonidastheoptometrist.org.


About the Book

“I’ve spent my life helping people to see, both as a licensed optometrist and also as an ordained minister,” said author Rev. Dr. Leonidas Johnson. “Vision, what is it? I discovered that physical vision is very similar to


spiritual vision and the mind is the bridge between the two.”

In Rev. Dr. Johnson’s book, readers will experience a concept called learning by comparison. Comparing physical vision with spiritual vision will help the readers see themselves and the world God created in a whole new light. Readers will see the world God created from a physical, mental, and spiritual vantage point that will enrich their lives, Rev. Dr. Johnson says. These vantage points help build a foundation for developing a decision-making strategy that is both liberating and biblically sound.

Rev. Dr. Johnson went on to say “The title of my book – – Phenomenal Vision: Eyesight To Life Sight – – came after contemplating the impact vision has on one’s life, not just physical but eternal. It leans into the concept of one’s worldview. A proper view of oneself and the world can deeply impact the outcome of one’s life. Jesus said I come that might have life and have it more abundantly. How can you see physical beauty if you are physically blind? Conversely, how can you have an abundant life if you are spiritually blind?  Vision should never be taken for granted and vision that incorporates physical, mental and spiritual vantage points is not ordinary but phenomenal and lead to a phenomenal life.”

Praise

I just read Phenomenal Vision Eyesight to Life Sight by Rev. Dr. Leonidas A. Johnson.  It is a delightful book written thoughtfully.  He linked the physical aspects of vision with the metaphysical aspects of vision in a creative way.  I share a common perspective as Rev. Dr. Johnson because I am also an Optometrist and a Christian minister.  He has captured both the physical science of vision and the metaphysical science of vision.  I am confident that there will be “aha moments” for readers who may not have a foot in either area.

This author so wonderfully explained the spiritual nature of vision.  His linking of disorders or disease to both the physical and spiritual makes it easy for the reader to “get it.”  His use of graphs, diagrams, pictures, and charts is also very creative.  Often books are “dumbed down” and don’t trust the intellect of the reader.  This book soars in bringing light to something that has often been opaque.  This book is a must-read.  It will be a blessing for those who desire to have a more in-depth understanding of the link between the physical and metaphysical aspects of life.

— Rev. Dr. Clyde W. Oden, Jr.

The title of this book, Phenomenal Vision: Eyesight to Life Sight, written by Rev. Dr. Leonidas A. Johnson, is one that entices the reader’s curiosity towards further exploration of its content. The author is an Optometrist and an Ordained Minister, therefore, this book is a valuable resource for various professional and religious environments, i.e. universities, colleges, seminaries, along with local churches for both clergy and laity. It is an insightful reference for readers interested in the relationship between eyesight and life sight. In other words, the reader will gain a wealth of knowledge concerning physical, mental and spiritual vision.

Rev. Dr. Johnson presents a thorough explanation regarding the connection between the mind, body, spirit and soul. His approach is holistic as he delves into the medical terminology towards understanding physical vision and creatively references biblical scriptures and stories to engage the reader in components of spiritual vision. Furthermore, Rev. Dr. Johnson has included several graphics, i.e. diagrams, charts and pictures to assist the reader “to see” and comprehend the three major areas emphasized in the text: 1.) inter-relatedness of physical vision, 2.) mental vision cognitive, and 3.) spiritual vision.

It is evident that the author has a passion for the love of God and God’s people as he reveals the depths of his knowledge, research, spirituality and life experiences as an Optometrist and Minister of the Gospel. Rev. Dr. Leonidas Johnson has written a phenomenal book that is a true treasure as each written page is most enlightening!

Rev. Dr. Venus L. Butler

Associate Minister,

Second Baptist Church, Los Angeles

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Can you tell us what your book is about?

My book is about how the miracle of vision can help you live a life full and free, full of gusto and free of unnecessary strife, a life that can simply be described as phenomenal.

Why did you write your book?

I believe I discovered something that’s valuable, potentially lifesaving, life altering and vitally important. I felt it was incumbent upon me to share what I learned.

Someone once said, “Next to life itself God’s most precious gift is sight.” I believe I understand the depth of that statement and its value to help people live more fulfilled lives by helping them view themselves and the world God created more clearly.

I believe what I have written will help many readers live a wonderful life and help prevent them from making foolish decisions in life. We all make mistakes, some are avoidable.

What kind of message is your book trying to tell your readers?

My book gives a message of hope.  A hope for a better way of understanding oneself, the world in which we live, and hope for a better way of life. Life can be so confusing, especially the way things are going in and around the world. This book will help the reader see and understand what life is all about.

Who influenced you to write your book?

I would classify my book as inspirational. Quincy Jones wrote a song titled, “What Good is a Song” and part of the lyrics of that song went like this, “What good is a song if doesn’t inspire?” I believe all inspiration comes from God. As in many other art forms, like painting, sculpture, engraving, photography, drawing, illustration, mixed techniques, installations, comic strips, textile arts,  architecture, music, the performing arts, film stories, animations, oratory and of course literary, I believe God gives special inspiration to these powerful forms of communication that tap into the very depths of our soul to help uplift and inspire us to creatively look beyond our frailties and the darkness of our faults and rise above the level of mediocracy and live phenomenal lives that not only honor God but help us to better understand the beauty of life and marvelous wonders of God’s creation.

Which holiday is your favorite and why?

My favorite holiday is Christmas but not just the day. I enjoy the whole Christmas season. It’s not the gifts that I like about Christmas, it’s the joy and cheer that the Christmas season brings. People tend to be a little gentler and kinder at Christmas time than at any other time of year. People of all nations, tribes, languages, and belief systems seem to be affect by the spirit of Christmas.

Can you tell us about your family?

My dad was a minister. His name was Rev. Leon Johnson. When I was a child he served as Director of the United Christian Fellowship and University Minister for Central State University located in Wilberforce Ohio. My dad’s dad was also a minister. His name was Rev. Herbert L. Johnson. He was the founder of the Gloryland Mt.Gillion Baptist Church located in New Orleans, Louisiana. My grandmother lived to be very old. I remember she always had food on the oven, things like red beans and rice, gumbo, smothered chicken or smother pork chops and rice. I enjoyed going to store with her to get the live blue crab or freshly boiled crawfish. There was always food in the house ready to eat. My mother died from the complications of a broken hip. My mother made the best gumbo I ever tasted. She was a strong woman, a pioneer. While living in New Orleans, she took a bookkeeping position at Allen’s Shoe store on Canal Street. She was listed as a maid because at the time, no Blacks were allowed to work in a professional capacity on Canal St. She was the first Black woman to hold this position.

What kind of advice would you give other non-fiction authors?

I advise non-fiction authors to lean in on your area of expertise or special knowledge but also try to remember what it was like to be a child full of imagination. As we transition into adulthood and learn to deal with the harsh realities of life, we have a tendency to forget what is was like to be a child and we lose our sense of imagination. Do something that you use to do as a child, something you have not done in a long time. Try to remember the different things that amazed you as a child. Go somewhere that reminds you of the wonder years of your youth. Read your favorite childhood book. This may help you tap into your creativity. The Bible says that when God created us, He created us in His image and we know God is a creator.

Try to be creative and imaginative in the way you present your material, not only in terms of your writing style but also in the way it is laid out visually. Add illustrations and color if feasible. Communicate as though you are communicating with children. It is easy to make a simple subject sound complicated, it is much harder to make a complicated subject sound simple. The use of drawings and illustrations often helps to simplify and summarize complexed subjects. Oh, and before going into too much detail about a subject make sure you try give the reader a good view of the big picture of your subject for context. Its easy to get lost in the details of complexities of different subject matters.

 


 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Blog Tour l Book Spotlight l THE FRAGILE ONES by Jennifer Chase

 

An absolutely gripping mystery and suspense novel



By Jennifer Chase

Title: THE FRAGILE ONES
Author: Jennifer Chase
Publisher: Bookouture
Pages: 300
Genre: Crime Thriller

BOOK BLURB:

“Please Mommy, can Tessa and I go play on the swing by the creek?” the little girl begs, pushing a blonde curl from her eyes. “We’ll stay together, and we promise to be safe.” Hours later, their mother waits anxiously for her darling girls to arrive home with a list of reasons why they are late. But the front door never opens…

When the bodies of eleven and twelve-year-old sisters, Tessa and Megan, are found at the bottom of a ravine—dressed in matching pastel summer outfits, their small bodies broken from the fall—Detective Katie Scott is called to one of the most shocking and heartbreaking crime scenes of her career.

Carefully picking through the fragile remains, Katie makes the first of many disturbing discoveries: the girls were not biological sisters. The youngest, Megan, is a DNA match to a kidnapping case years before. The tiny number burnt into her skin the mark of a terrifying killer intent on keeping count of his collection.

Her PTSD from the army triggered, Katie is left reeling as she maps other missing children in the local area. Has this twisted soul found a way to stay nearby his victims? Could he be watching now as Katie hits one dead end after another?

A wild storm building, matching a fiber found during the autopsy to a nearby boatyard is the break Katie needs. But when another girl goes missing, just as lightning strikes and the power goes out, Katie only has her instincts, her team and her service dog to rely on. As time runs out for Katie to finds the stolen child alive, who will become the next number on this monster’s deadly list?

Fans of Lisa Regan, Rachel Caine and Melinda Leigh, you better buckle-up for the ride of your life! BEWARE – this gripping crime thriller is guaranteed to keep you up all night!



Wow!!!… a page-turningnail-biting crime thriller!!… absolutely fantastic… had me completely hooked… filled with nail-biting suspense… keeps you on edge.’ Bookworm86, 5 stars

Excellent… nail-biting… had me enthralled from page one gripped through each twist and turn… jaw-dropping and totally unexpected… brilliant.’ NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars

My heart was in my throat… kept me tapping my e-reader screen.’ Robin Loves Reading, 5 stars

Oh, my goodness!… non-stop!’ Diane is Reading, 5 stars

THERE WAS NO WAY I WAS PUTTING THIS BOOK DOWN!!!!!… I was literally holding my breath… I HAD TO KNOW!!!!! As for the explosive ending? WOW definitely not what or who I was expecting.’ Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars

 


PROLOGUE

“Please can we go?” whined Tessa as she followed her mother through the living room and into the kitchen. “Please,” she said again, pushing her blonde curls away from her eyes. “I really want to go to the swing by the creek.”

“Not by yourself,” countered Mrs. Mayfield, ignoring her daughter’s angry stare. “We’ve talked about this before.”

“Yes, and you said I couldn’t go alone, and I’m not. Megan will be with me.” Tessa’s older sister was barely a year older and her best friend. Her mother began emptying the dishwasher, putting plates and glasses away in the cabinet. It was unclear if she was thinking about what Tessa had said or not, so she tried again. “I’m almost eleven and Megan is almost twelve. We’re practically teenagers,” she said. “Besides, Janey and her brother will probably be there.”

Mrs. Mayfield laughed. “You know, you would be a good lawyer the way you make your case.”

“I don’t want to be a lawyer. I’m going to be a vet,” Tessa said, grinning.

“Well, I know you are going to be whatever you want to be.” Mrs. Mayfield laughed to herself as she slipped the last piece of silverware into the drawer and turned to face her daughter. At the sound of her name, Megan had joined Tessa in the doorway and they both stood quietly waiting for an answer. Glancing at the wall clock with a sigh, she said, “You both have to be back by four thirty, not a second later. Understand?”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Tessa said, grabbing her sister’s hand in glee. Both girls were in denim shorts and pastel T-shirts with their favorite matching blue sneakers.

“Be home on time,” their mom called after them.

“We will,” chimed the girls.

Mrs. Mayfield heard the front door shut, followed by the sound of running footsteps.

She smiled and went back to her chores as the afternoon ticked by.

 

At 4:45 p.m. Mrs. Mayfield was waiting impatiently to hear the girls enter the house with a list of a dozen reasons why they were late—but the front door never opened. An hour after that, unable to wait any longer, she looked outside, thinking that the girls might be in the yard.

Debris from a croquet set littered the lawn; the wooden mallets abandoned and colored balls scattered as if the girls had been playing only moments ago. The trampoline in the corner had one of the girls’ bright blue sweatshirts hanging on the edge. It swayed slightly in the breeze.

There was no sign of them.

She ran through the house to the backyard, but it, too, was deserted. No whispers. No giggles. No shrieks of laughter. The wind was picking up and whistling through the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees—almost whispering a warning.

Mrs. Mayfield pulled off her apron and reached for her coat, deciding to walk to the creek and bring the girls back herself. At this point, she was more angry than concerned, knowing how they could be forgetful when they were having fun, and often lost track of time.

But surely they would be on their way home by now? she thought to herself as her pace quickened from a fast walk to a jog. Against her better judgment, and knowing that she couldn’t shelter them forever, she had crumbled and let them go down to the creek where one of the neighboring boys had constructed a swing that they loved to play on.

And now fear ripped through her body. “Tessa!” she yelled. “Megan!” Terrible scenarios shuffled through her thoughts as she tried desperately to keep her emotions on an even keel.

“Tessa! Megan!”

She yelled their names over and over until her voice went hoarse. Her chest felt strangely heavy and her vision blurred as she ran, but her strength and mother’s instinct pushed her forward, down the trail leading to the creek. The trail was well-worn by local kids looking for adventure and fun. Stumbling as she ran, she frantically turned left and then right. There wasn’t a soul around… She was alone. She kept moving.

Looking up at the tall pine trees, everything spun in a dizzying blur of forest and darkening sky. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and open again, then stopped for a moment to listen.

The swing was only visible at the bottom of the path just above the creek and she could hear the water rushing below. Peering over the edge, there was no sign of them—or anyone. She kept turning, expecting to see her girls everywhere she looked. They weren’t there. All around her were discarded candy wrappers and remnants of fast food containers. Proof that children played here often.

There was no sound apart from the whisper of the trees. No children laughing nearby.

“Megan! Tessa!” she yelled again, but there was only silence. She ran all the way up the trail to the street, still calling their names in a full-blown panic.

Mrs. Mayfield turned her attention up the road, her mother’s instinct in high gear. Something blue lying beneath a bush caught her eye and she ran towards it.

She leaned down and her hand trembled over the light blue canvas before she forced herself to grab the abandoned blue sneaker.

“No,” she said, barely breathing.

Written on the side tread of the shoe with a thick black pen was one word: Tessa.










Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today BestSelling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.  She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.



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Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Character Guest Post: Putney, Matron Cook at Baillie Castle of Kathleen Shaputis' HIS HILT DROPPED HERE #characterday

 



Today is character guest post day! We have Putney, matron cook at Baillie Castle, from Kathleen Shaputis' new Scottish romance, HIS KILT DROPPED HERE. Enjoy!


Have a seat at the kitchen table and we’ll share a cuppa of tea. This old table has seen more than its share of stories and laughter. I wasna born at the Baillie castle, but me mum worked here and her mum before her. I learned to toddle in this verra room. So, aye, I’ve spent most of my life inside these stone walls. A wee long time. Tis a different world, now, being a part of a fancy bed and breakfast. Oh, the fairies be blessed, so many people, couples, come to visit and stay for days at a time.

We be an international wedding destination, too, and me ovens are always busy with biscuits and cakes. We hire many of the local folk to help out during these events. Miss Rogue and her American aunt, Catharine Baillie, have taken many a wee cur under their wings and given them skills and confidence.

Is the castle haunted, ya ask? Of course, what kind of decent castle in Scotland would it be without a ghost or two? Lord Kai, now, there is a gorgeous ghost for ya. A strapping young man, our laird is. In the library ya will find a life-size portrait of the man hanging on the wall and many a maid has swooned in its presence. Dinna ever see the ghost meself, now. But I’ve known of him since I was no taller than this table. These are his lands, his moors.

Ya are welcome to spend time here at Baillie Castle, but I’ve work to do and must get started on my baking. Dinna take notes while I’m fussing about. These recipes are only for our guests.





Title: HIS KILT DROPPED HERE: A MAGICAL REALISM SCOTTISH ROMANCE
Author: Kathleen Shaputis
Publisher: Clutter Fairy Publishing
Pages: 170
Genre: Magic Realism Scottish Romance

BOOK BLURB:

Rogue Bruce enjoys running a Scottish castle turned bed-and-breakfast with her Aunt Baillie from America. They specialize in hosting romantic Elizabethan-themed weddings, complete with resident ghost, Lord Kai. But love is something Rogue is not the least bit interested in. Content with her work, she requires no male accompaniment for happiness.

A new delivery service brings Bruce MacKenzie, a Thor look-alike in plaid and denim, fetching more than the usual number of groceries from town, while Jonathan Olson, a snobbish, dark, Rhett Butler type, arrives at the castle to administer a writing seminar for aspiring authors. With two men after the heart she’d thought safely locked away, Rogue is flattered and confused. But when things start to take a sinister turn, danger befalls Rogue and those dear to her. The musical soundtrack of Rogue’s life flares from complacent, to dizzyingly romantic, to heart-thumping scary in this sizzling triangle.

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Kathleen Shaputis, author/ghostwriter, lives in the glorious Pacific Northwest with her husband, Bob, a clowder of cats, two pompously protective Pomeranians with little social aptitude, Brugh and Miss Jazzy, and an overgrown adolescent blue tick coon hound, Juno.

If not writing during her lifestyle in an acre of forest, she keeps busy reading from her never-ending, to-be-read pile and watching romantic comedies. Her hygge in the woods.

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