Welcome to Charlotte's Readers. Sacred Passion is God's Idea,

Romance is vital in marriage. I married in 1962 and began to mentor Mothers of Preschoolers in 1994.. Every year since I began, my groups insist I do my "sex talk," but it is more than that. Being in right relationship with God, attending a vibrant and growing community of believers, choosing to forgive, to respect, and understanding submission is not surrender of self, all goes into the package that makes up a healthy marriage. I want to share it with you.

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A Place to Live
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

I am excited to share my newest release, A Place to Live. The first release of the Hope House Girls, series, portraying the lives of five girls who shared a summer waiting for their babies. This is Laura’s story. Laura, raised in church but not walking with Christ, is pregnant by her high school boyfriend. He convinces her not to have an abortion, and her parents are furious. The young couple isn’t ready to be parents and place the baby for adoption—but then what? They drift apart, and she is alone. She remains near her friends who settle around Columbus, and discovers God’s plan and future for her, which involves a certain single father preparing for the ministry.

Each story proclaims the redemptive ways of God. I pray you will meet Candy, sexually abused by her mother’s boyfriend, who won’t give up her baby, and the young man who loves them both. And Cathy, a run-away who was caught up in sex trafficking. She finds God’s forgiveness, but can she forgive herself and accept love? She seeks righteousness, and God brings it to her through the family of the man who loves her. And Missy, who loves her daughter but chooses parents for her so she won’t know she was a product of rape. Does God truly have a plan for both of them, the frightened, violated teenager and the baby who healed her? Lastly, Michelle, rejected by the father who thought she was too big and too ugly to be a good match—God has huge surprises for this astounded father as his ugly duckling becomes a beautiful swan her beloved crosses the globe to find her.

Each unique story tells the wondrous works of God, Who brings beauty from ashes and leads the redeemed with singing and everlasting joy upon their heads

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A Faith to Die For
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

Last year 29 young men went to work in Libya. Unable to find work in their own country, Egypt, because of their beliefs. They were Coptic Christians. Captured by Isis, they were forced to kneel on the sand and choose. If they would proclaim themselves to be Muslim, they would. Every one of them proclaimed Jesus is Lord, and one by one they were beheaded. The scene was shown on television across the globe—Isis made poor choice, because the world saw a faith worth dying for. I have a book, Martyred for their Faith, and I receive a monthly magazine by that name. Did you know more Christians have been martyred for their faith in the last century than in all the centuries since the Resurrection of Christ? We think of the lion’s den, the Roman catacombs, Nero—even the Reformation, but no, now is the time of martyrdom.

The Church in America is so blasé. We see fake murders in movies and on TV, but that actor lives another day. It’s not real. Perhaps we have become inured to murder and mayhem. We spend more time arguing about whether gays should have a wedding cake than the death and kidnapping of hundreds of Christians in Africa. We tweet: “bring back our girls” for a couple of days and forget. We don’t imagine it could happen to us here. For us, if someone ridicules us or rejects us, that’s persecution. Give me a break.

If you were forced to kneel and the person beside you had his head cut off, would you, too, confess Jesus? You might die to rescue your child, but would you die for an unseen Savior? In North Korea after the war, Christians were rounded up. A father was forced at gunpoint to dig a trench. His wife and children were marched into that trench and buried alive before his eyes. His wife sang songs of faith and assured her children over and over that: “In just a few minutes we’ll see Jesus.” She knew her husband would be with them in that place that Jesus has prepared for us. One of the soldiers who saw this was haunted until the day he found the Savior and a faith to die for.

Eternity is a long time—an unending time. Talking of His impending death, Jesus said, “If I go, I go to prepare a place for you, and I will come again to receive you to Myself.” We have a personal escort to that place. When the first martyr, Stephen, was stoned, he said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God.” Those 29 young men on the Libyan sand saw the same thing, and like him they cried, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

Do we have a faith to sustain us, a faith die for?


It Takes Two
Friday, August 05, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

As a writer, I consistently trumpet God’s plan for marriage. I have five books under contract with Oak Tara, and my publisher recently said I should expect “a flurry” of books coming out soon. All champion married love.
About two decades ago when our youngest son was in high school, a conversation at the lunch table revolved around the importance of having two parents in the home. He was horrified–no one agreed with him that fathers and mothers added different dimensions to parenting, and each was essential. He’s a father, and recently we revisited this theory. He affirmed his position, rejoicing that God had given him a helpmate to mother his son and affirming her value in the family.

Tragically, many young people today don’t experience God’s plan for a family. This Sunday, our pastor taught on the Song of Solomon–I’ve never heard a sermon on that beautiful, neglected book. He said, the source of most marriage struggles, and the beginning of most heartbreak, can be traced to the church’s neglect to teach God’s plan for marriage.
For my male readers, I commend C. J. Mahoney’s book Sex, Romance, and the Glory of God. Another good one: Sex Begins in the Kitchen, by Kevin Lehman. And I repeat my constant theme: Sacred Passion. It’s God’s Idea.
I’m currently working on the Hope House Girls Series, which will tell the stories of each of the girls in the maternity home where my heroine began her journey.

Mentoring the Next Generation--A Call
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

When I chose to breastfeed, I was the first in my family. I read and studied. It was healthiest choice for me and the baby, but I had no support, no role models. The La Leche book, The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding observes breastfeeding is an art, a skill passed down from mother to mother. Since the generation before me chose bottles over nature, I needed help to develop the skill—thank God for those mentors who supported me! I read, I watched, and I learned. My pediatrician (a man) wrote on his instructions for new mothers: ALL MY MOTHERS WILL BREASTFEED OR I WILL KNOW THE REASON WHY, and now we’ve come full circle. Hospitals offer lactation consultants; science is catching up with the wisdom of the ages.

Mothering, parenting, isn’t automatic. Not much in life is—breathing, maybe, but even that has to be encouraged to begin. Sex? We make babies, but other cultures are much more open about teaching the art of making love. I provide wonderful Christian books for my young married Mothers of Preschoolers on our bookshelf: Intended for Pleasure, and Sheet Music, to name two favorites, to read, and the Team insists during Valentine’s month I give a presentation on the womanly art of making love (It is the most well-attended meeting every year!)

We hear a call for the next generation to rise up to leadership, but do they know how? We have offered entitlements, freebies, and so many safety nets that this coming generation hasn’t learned a work ethic, budgeting, earning your way, let alone how to stay married and how to nurture and discipline children. As parents and grandparents, elder men and women in the church, we must offer godly examples, involve ourselves with the generation below us, to give them a hand up.


Growing Family
Monday, July 11, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

Grandparents can never have too many grandchildren, and we learned we have another on the way. Eight grandsons. Our sons have started calling Joe ‘The Patriarch of this great clan.’ Our only grand-daughter was adopted from China in 2015. (We have four adopted grandchildren, all gifts from God. We take ’em any way we can get ’em.)

Our youngest son informs us number ten, gender unknown, will join us in January. The Grandchildren range in age from 22 to in utero. Keeps us young! And we will eagerly welcome number ten as much as we did number one, because each is special and unique, and a gift.

The greatest blessing of all is that the kids are taught to know and respect their grandparents. When we pull up after a long journey and the back door flies open and we hear “Grammy is here! Pop is here! Our hearts beat faster, and smiles light our faces. The little one who lives near us wakes up on Saturdays and wants to come to Pop’s house, to play with the train or ride on the tractor. Last weekend we shot off fireworks.

Our relationships with the newer grandchildren is different. We can’t roll on the floor and romp with them like we did twenty years ago, but our legacy endures. They love to hear stories of when their parents were young. The two most recently arrived from China say in China they had no family, “but in America, we have family.” You betcha!