Resurrection in Mayby Lisa Samson
A strange and wonderous friendship ignites the fire of love in May Seymour's life.
Lovely and winsome May Seymour graduated from college with the world at her feet...and no idea what to do with it. A spontaneous mission trip to Africa brought great surprise--love--and a strong sense of purpose. But in loving others there, she encountered a severe/p>/b>
A strange and wonderous friendship ignites the fire of love in May Seymour's life.
Lovely and winsome May Seymour graduated from college with the world at her feet...and no idea what to do with it. A spontaneous mission trip to Africa brought great surprise--love--and a strong sense of purpose. But in loving others there, she encountered a severe tragedy that left her deeply wounded.
She comes to heal at the farm of Claudius Borne--a sweet, kind old man who understands plants and animals far better than people. And his farm becomes May's home.
There on the farm, May renews a friendship with an old college flame named Eli whose path has taken unexpected turns too. As May tries to convince Eli to grab hold of life once again, he begins to pull May from her sheltered existence. Like old Claudius's farm in Spring, May begins to blossom back into life. But no resurrection ever comes without sacrifice--and this sacrifice will forever transform May.
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RESURRECTION IN MAY
By LISA SAMSON
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He wasn't sure how he'd got to the far end of his life, or how he'd begun finding himself some mornings driving down to Natural Bridge and ending up on top of the great stone expanse. The vista of the earth far beneath his feet spread out wide, treetops like so much broccoli out in the distance.
Since Claudius was a farmer, everything ended up looking something like a vegetable in his mind. His mother had favored paisley prints, and he always thought of them as summer squashes. Whenever he saw a picture of a flying saucer—pattypan squash. Beads on necklaces, depending upon size, were either peas or cherry tomatoes.
He'd always lived right around this spot of Kentucky. And it was not that his own fields and woods weren't enough anymore, but this vista did something for him he couldn't even voice—he just knew he enjoyed it, the freewheeling breeze, the small pebbles lining the precarious sandstone path with no guardrails, even the tourists who liked to sit on the edge and dangle their feet into that same expanse of nothing but air.
But he'd lived close to the bone of his existence. Sitting on the bridge, he asked God in his usual easygoing way if maybe, now that time had whittled his life down to most likely just a few remaining years, if that same God, who'd always taken good care of him, would speak to him somehow. Other people at church heard directly from the Spirit, but Claudius had only seen the face of God in the world around him. Maybe hearing God would quiet the restlessness in his soul.
He took the words back immediately. For seventy years Claudius couldn't remember a single day he wasn't grateful, and he wasn't going to change that today.
So, he said to the good Lord Jesus, he'd take whatever God was willing to give. No less and no more.
As he slowly drove back home down Route 11, old knees aching from the climb—he sure couldn't do things so easily as he used to—he pulled his white Galaxy over to the shoulder for the hurried modern man or woman to pass along to a life obviously more pressing than his, which was fine with him, by the way. He patted the steering wheel in time to some mountain music on one of those stations lower down the dial. He'd taken good care of his mother's old car for years, driving it around when Violet no longer could, changing the oil and filters regularly, rotating the tires. He'd have made a handy husband had some woman wanted him. Too late for that now.
He realized he'd forgotten to collect yesterday's eggs from the coop; he also realized he'd become nothing more than the old guy people waved to on the street or chatted with at the gas station, but who hadn't had a lot of visitors in the ten years since his mother died.
Well, unless you counted his pastor, but pastors were paid to do that, and Claudius had called him and asked him to come out so he could talk about willing his land to the church once he passed, a little over forty acres, along with the house and the outbuildings. He hadn't had to wait but two hours for that visit to be arranged!
Claudius pulled his car over once more for a man in a battleship gray Taurus, just an undercoat of paint slathered over its panels, and he turned his head to wave a finger or two and nod.
"Ah!" he cried out, realizing someone was crawling up the road, right in front of him on the verge. He jammed on the brakes, his midsection slamming back against the seat, and oh my Lord in heaven above! He reached in his pocket, then wiped his forehead with a gray bandana.
A young woman crawled along the gravel, her head hung down like an old sick dog's, swaying from side to side. He suspected she didn't even feel the edged gravel pushing into her palms and knees, because she barely realized he was there when he knelt in front of her and placed his pecan-colored hand atop her head.
Finally, when he said, "Whoa there, young miss," she looked up, squinted against even the pale morning sun that caught the gunmetal slick of her eye shadow, and sat back on her haunches.
"Mmm ...?" She closed her eyes, swayed, then righted herself. Opening them, she rubbed away long, straight blonde hair matted with throw-up. "You're a light brown man," she said. "And your eyes are so blue." She smiled and swayed again. Too far.
He reached out and righted her and remembered those punching-bag clowns kids used to play with. Blam and down they'd go and then they'd pop right back up for more punishment. Like the human race in general.
Well, his mother never had prepared him for this, and he thought about that prayer atop the bridge. He hadn't really asked for this. The girl was packaged in a watermelon-colored dress that had clearly been cut from the vine before it had been allowed to grow all of its skirt—I need to get a TV. Maybe I wouldn't be so shocked by young people.
Then he realized girls were dressed like this all the time in Lexington, where he took his produce to the farmers' market once a week. He just wasn't used to seeing them mid-Monday mornings along Route 11. That was it. A matter of context. He certainly didn't want to think of himself as a judgmental old coot. It wasn't like he didn't know what a hangover felt like. Now that was something a fellow remembered even though many rings had accumulated on the trees in the woods since.
She leaned over and heaved on the roadside grasses.
Claudius wasn't much affected by what bodies did. Or said, for that matter. He pulled out his bandana again from the back pocket of his gray work pants while waiting for her to finish. He'd get her a Coke. A cold bottle of that worked miracles, and there was that liquor store just around the corner. They tried to call it a convenience store, but it was only convenient if you were trying to buy a case of light beer.
When she straightened, he wiped her face. "You look like you've had a rough time of it."
She nodded and moaned softly. Even amid the gravel and the hard night before, the effects thereof sadly evident, he pitied her. So young and lovely, and here she was. Side of the road. In her pretty party dress. Not from around here. Poor thing. Couldn't have been much past twenty years old.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Let me help you up." He guided her to her feet, his knees feeling that stiffness again. "Come on, I'll get you back to my farm, and you can sleep it off. Then we'll see who you are."
Limply following his lead, she handed him a small purse that had been hanging crosswise over her shoulder, tanned arms and legs putting Claudius in mind of the weeping willow his father planted for his mother when Claudius was only eighteen. She didn't argue, which made sense considering what she was doing in the first place.
—She probably needs to argue with life a little more than she does. Well, don't we all.
It wasn't as if his life had made much of a difference to anybody but his parents. And the animals.
And the land.
There was that, of course.
He helped her into the passenger seat, smelled the sourness of her breath as he buckled her in, thankful for her sake he wouldn't hurt even a garter snake, glad he'd found her before someone else had, someone of dubious intent. He settled her purse next to her then wiped the gravel from her knees and her palms. Maybe he'd sneak in a word or two that she might want to be more careful in the future.
Once at the farmhouse, the bungalow-style place where he was born—just big enough for mother, father, and himself—he led her upstairs to the room the evangelists, traveling preachers come to cause revival once a year, used to stay in when they came to Beattyville. Violet Borne made ample use of her gift of hospitality, which in the early days meant good food and a quiet room with sheets that smelled like the breeze off the Kentucky hills or a little lavender if she went the extra mile.
His stepfather, Garland Borne, possessed the gift of the gab, and many's the time Claudius, sitting there while Garland told jokes to Violet or the traveling preachers, would compare his own light brown skin to the pale Irish complexion of Garland and realize afresh he really wasn't the man's child. The blessing was, most days he forgot. His stepfather was kind, a person who looked you in the eye and listened to every word you said, who could actually make you feel better with a little joke and a glass of overly sweet tea.
He'd sacrificed a lot to marry Violet, who never would tell Claudius, or anybody else for that matter, how he'd come about. And he was her biological son—they had the same facial structure, although once more their skin colors merely coordinated. His was the skin of the walnut, hers its flesh.
After throwing back the yellow quilt and the mint green sheet, Claudius lowered the young woman down onto the mattress—getting her up the stairs hadn't been as easy as it would have been even a few years before. Oh, Lord have mercy on his back. It wasn't giving him too much trouble yet—except when he chopped wood or lifted hay bales—but he couldn't count on that much longer.
He tucked the covers up under her chin, thinking how vulnerable she seemed. Like a little girl wearing her older sister's party dress and the older sister always seemed to take things a little too far and the mother would die if she saw her baby trying to emulate the child she'd been trying and failing to rein in since she was ten years old and realized that boys liked her for some reason. Of course she figured out why by twelve.
"Just keep 'em alive 'til they're twenty-six," he whispered. His father, a church deacon, would pass on this crust of wisdom to parents who sat at his table wringing their hands over their wayward offspring. He hoped somebody had thrown a similar crust to this girl's parents.
He jostled her shoulder. "Do you need me to get word to your home?"
She shook her head and moaned. "Have my own apartment."
"All right. I'll be back in a moment."
He went downstairs to mix up the hangover concoction his mother had made him drink a time or two. A few minutes later he slipped back up the steps, lifted her head off the pillow and cradled it against his upper arm, and made her drink up. She protested a little with screwed-up eyes and a grimace, but he was patient, knowing the ginger would cut the nausea. He settled her back down and wiped her chin with a clean napkin.
She pulled her arm out of the covers and rested it atop the spread.
Interesting. He'd never seen a person with a tan like that. She looked somewhat carrot-colored. Not exactly. But close enough. He wondered if she had some kind of bizarre medical condition. He hoped not. Life was hard enough for young people nowadays. So much simpler when he was young.
Claudius sat in a straight chair until he heard the girl's breathing steady up. He laid his hands atop his thighs for support as he stood.
Her purse. She might be concerned if she woke up. He hurried down to the kitchen and brought it back up, arranging it just so on the seat of the chair so she could see it there right away.
So, the chores needed doing as always. You could always count on the farm giving you something to do. He snapped shut the curtains in the small square window beneath the eaves and stepped softly down the narrow steps and out into the early May sunshine.
His farm spread before him, its faded outbuildings yellow against the electric green of new grass. He'd mow some after taking care of the animals. But maybe not. It might wake her up. That wouldn't be good, to wake a person so sick before she was ready.
At seven that night, figuring ten and a half hours was a good amount to sleep off a hangover, he poked his head in the door. "You up now?" he whispered.
She scooted up a little in the bed, the covers pulled up around her chest and tucked under both arms. "Yes. I don't know what happened."
"Not many people do. Even when they're sober." He chuckled a little. More from nerves, he realized. He hated that about himself. Always had. Put him in a room with a pretty girl and he felt like Bozo the Clown.
"Where am I?"
He told her, edging into the room with a tray, the frayed sleeves of a blue-and-green plaid cotton shirt swinging from his elbows. He'd been needing to do some laundry and was sorry now he'd put it off.
"I'm glad nobody come over that hill and hit you. Lordymercy, them fellers from Lexington come up here in their sports cars and think they're driving Formula One or something."
"Thank you. I don't know what I was thinking, coming all the way out here graduation night."
"Got some chicken soup. Made it fresh. And an aspirin and some sweet tea."
"I'm hungry. I should be sick." Eyes bluer than the periwinkle vines beneath the oak tree out front blinked.
His father had eyes just like them. Light and friendly, not aloof like some blue eyes. A tiny scar ran for a quarter of an inch just below her bottom lip on the right-hand side.
"You probably don't remember getting my surefire hangover-proof concoction before you drifted off."
"Sorry, no. But I appreciate it." She tried to smile, the corners of her mouth pushing up soft cheeks. "It sure beats Tylenol and a big glass of water."
There wasn't anything harsh about her face. No protruding cheekbones crescented beneath her eyes, jaw soft and feminine, almost childlike. She looked like a Hollywood star from his own times, not nowadays, if the bony-faced girls he saw on the magazines at the grocery store were indicative of the fashion. Not that they weren't pretty now. Just not much to his liking.
"It was my mother's recipe. She said her mother made it for my uncle many a time. And I have to admit I tasted it more than once or twice myself when I was a youngster."
She scooted up yet further against the pillows, her dress rumpled beyond any pretense now, its pink creases running in several directions, fabric flattened and folded. Her hair was stuck together in some places, flyaway in others, like a chick that's losing its down while growing its feathers.
—My, how ugly and pitiful those birds look at that stage.
Claudius set the tray on her lap. She grabbed the spoon right away, dipping into the bowl. Her hand shook a little as she raised the spoon to her mouth, then slurped off the soup. She closed her eyes in what appeared to be a kind of relief. "This tastes better than anything I've ever had."
"Food's better when you know who it was laid down its life so's you could live to see another day," he said.
"Is this"—she looked out the window toward the barn—"one of your chickens?"
He nodded. "Parma-Jean."
She sucked the sweet air of the room into her chest. He'd opened the window when he checked on her earlier, releasing the alcohol stink, not to mention the odor of throw-up still clinging to her hair.
"It don't matter none at all." He pulled over the straight chair, hiked up the knees on his green work pants, and sat down nearby. "Parma-Jean was a sweet chicken. A Golden Comet with a right nice-sized comb atop. She was getting to the end of her prime anyways. I always need a better reason than me to send the girls on their way, so in a manner of speaking, your comin' did me a favor."
The sun, on the wane, eased through the old window Claudius knew needed replacing soon, and illuminated half his head, its light showing his lobeless right ear.
The girl noticed, touching her own ear.
He lifted the right side of his mouth. "A dog got me. Dang thing. Run off into the woods and never saw him again. Guess he got a fine meal offa me. Didn't affect my hearing, as you might could suspect."
She spooned up the warm broth, laying a hand on her throat. "It's been a long time since someone's fixed me soup to make me feel better."
"Me too. And there's nothing like it when you're ... well, a little tender inside."
"But why? Why soup? Why not a turkey bacon club?"
Claudius didn't know.
She reached for one of the hot biscuits dripping with butter he'd churned earlier that day. Well, not churned exactly. He always made butter in Violet's old Sunbeam mixer.
The girl sighed as she chewed.
Lordymercy! What did young people eat these days, that chicken soup and a biscuit forced out such a response? He felt a little sorry for her even though her gold jewelry looked real and her hair musta been done at a fancy beauty parlor, because surely that color blonde wasn't God-given.
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Lisa Samson is the author of over twenty-five books, including the Christy award-winning novel Songbird. Her novel, Quaker Summer was Christianity Today's novel of 2008. She is coauthor with her husband, Will, of Justice in the Burbs.
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It took me a long time to read this book. I started it once but couldn't get into it and was so reluctant to try again. I'm glad I did; this book was amazing. I don't want to get too much into the plot because a lot of what happens is so unexpected, so I will say instead that this book is about the triumph of the human spirit. To quote my beloved Indigo Girls, "You can't keep a spirit down who wants to get up again." Like most of us, May has had bad things happen to her. Unlike most of us, they are REALLY bad things. In the early 1990s, she was in Rwanda. (I don't think I need to be more specific, do I?) And when she returns home, she's a shell of her former self. Fortunately, she has a place to go---Claudius, the man who saved her once before. This would be enough to fill an entire book, but it's nowhere near the entire story. I loved the characters in this book---May, obviously, but also Claudius and Eli and Callie and Glen and all the animals. Bad things happen in this book, awful, heartbreaking things. But good things happen, too. There's love and friendship and respect and change. And faith. Absolutely recommended.
When I first saw the cover of Resurrection in May when it came in post, I didn't really want to read it. I opened the book, scanned the typography and the font size (Yea, I do that), it was still appearing lame to me. But then, after some days, I said to myself that I should read it, let's see how it goes. And it was truly astonishing! The characters, the story, the way it's told - everything! It was a real page-turner, and if you sat with it that lazy afternoon, then the chances are that you may just have your dinner at the place you are sitting and reading it. Yea, it's that awesome. The Story It's the story of May who was found by a farmer called Claudius on the road. She is completely in a bad condition, and he takes her to his farm. There, after healing, May stays till its time for her to go to Africa (Rwanda) where she has to attend a Church program. Meanwhile, Claudius is really sad that May isn't living with him anymore. But then he discovers something that makes him more depressed - there is a turmoil going on in Rwanda. One group of people are killing the other. While a UN jeep comes to escort May to the airport so that she can go back to America again, she refuses that offer and chooses to be with the villagers. But the decision is the bad decision for her. Soon after the killers reach their village and start killing everyone, rape women, even kill children. But May somehow survives and lives on anything she can find. She cremates every villager with the traditional Christian customs. And soon the UN jeeps comes again and sends her back to her home country. She lives with her parents, but doesn't seem to have any energy. She has deep scars on her arms and legs. After seeing the condition of her daughter, her father sends her to Claudius again. Claudius treats her like his own grand-daughter. May enjoys herself thoroughly. But soon conditions change, and May's life changes forever. Conclusion This is must read for every book lover. You won't find such a book, with so much emotions and an awesome story, anywhere.
This book has amazing depth and the ability to make you think about your life and surroundings, even though it takes place in another country. It also has an amazing power to make you feel closer to God and to reevaluate your relationship with Him! It is a fantastic work of Christian fiction and I recommend it to anyone!
Resurrection in May I just finished a book from the blogger book club that I am in--and it was fiction for a change. I really recommend the book, because it made me take a mirror to my own life. Resurrection in May is a novel authored by Lisa Samson. Revolving around the main character, May, we are able to witness the transformation from frivolous, self-centered young woman to contemplative, God-loving soul. In between, May travels to Africa on a missions trip, and witnesses severe tragedy that wounds her deeply and puts her into an emotional, social, and spiritual coma for years. Through the unassuming love of the people God puts in her path, and the beauty of a secluded farm and animals, May slowly comes back to "life." She must choose between trying to protect her wounded heart from further sorrow and living a life that includes loving and vulnerability. While questioning the evil that surrounded her in Africa and why it was allowed by a loving God, May chooses to give up and become a hermit. She was challenged by a loving friend, "You can't accept that. You participate in making things better. The only way we can see how God works is when we join in." The way I see it is that everyday I make a choice to choose life or hopelessness. Am I watching where God is working around me and joining Him, or am I living a life that revolves around my selfish endeavors?
Why somethings in life happen, no one will ever know. Lisa Samson has written a wonderful story of how those things happen to good people, often derailing them for life. May Seymour was a bright young woman, who was floundering. A bit spoiled, as the only child of parents who were well off, not filthy rich, but comfortable. After a night of drinking she is found crawling on a country road by a kind old man, named Claudius. Claudius, has a story of his own. A child born, with no daddy in the picture, to a white momma, his black skin, often made him a target for cruelness from other children. After his momma married a good man, while he was still a baby, Claudius had a wonderful example of a father and was loved deeply by his momma and daddy. Now he is old and has learned lessons in life, that keep him and help others. Taking May in for the summer was a good thing for Claudius, a good thing for May also. Neither of them knew that after her mission trip to Rwanda that she would come back a scarred and broken person. The horrors of being the only survivor in a village, brutally killed by rebels. She herself hacked at with a machete, raped, and beaten and left for dead. She will never be the same carefree young woman she was when she arrived in Rwanda. Will May ever be able to live life again. Will she stay on Claudius's farm and wither away, like the plants do? This story will have you in tears as you relive the horrors of a civil war torn country, as you realize that May is never going to be the same. A book that will raise your awareness of what people face in horrible situations. A book of redemption! Definitely a book to read! 322 pages $14.99 4 stars This book was provided for review purposes only.
I've been all out of sorts lately in that I haven't had time to read and for me that is like not being able to breath. Resurrection in May, by Lisa Samson published by Thomas Nelson has been sitting on my reading shelf for some time. I would walk past it and gently caress it as I walked by on my way to another seminar or mindless chore. Finally I had a few spare moments. I stole away into a nook with all intentions of reading just a few pages to get started. The next thing I knew I was reading the words "the end". May Seymour graduated from college misguided and misdirected. She has spent her youth worrying way too much about what's on the outside instead of what's on the inside. She meets an older gentleman, Claudius Borne, who takes her in and gives her a new outlook. She didn't know what else to do with her life, no job prospects and not sure about the world she decides on a mission trip to Rwanda. May ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and suffered through the losses and tragedies of Rwanda. She lost everything including her faith in the genocide. She returns back to Claudius' farm where she heals outwardly. The story takes us through her struggles with her faith, herself and the outside world. We learn with her to trust and love again. This was such a sweet tale to envelope myself in for an afternoon of reading. If you are looking for a sweet tale of reconnection then I recommend "Resurrection in May." Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com <http://BookSneeze.com> book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255 <http://www.access.gpo.gov/nara/cfr/waisidx_03/16cfr255_03.html> : "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
On statement in the book, Resurrection in May, struck a chord with me. Lisa Sampson wrote " Your life lives you. You don't live it." This simple statement during a discussion between two of the characters summarizes the choices everyone makes during their lifetime. Resurrection in May by Lisa Sampson examines the life of May. May goes from a lost college graduate to a survivor of the genocide in Rwanda. Her journey from sheltered young adult to post traumatic stress syndrome patient is one questioning and struggle. At times she see divine inspiration in the simplest of life's pleasures but often questions the goodness in the people around her. Throughout the novel, May questions why she was allowed to survive the tragedies in Rwanda when everyone else in the village perished. Her recovery on a small farm with the help of caring and supportive friends is long journey. What May discovers over time is that she must go with the opportunities that life presents her. Whether she strives to do more or is willing to wallow in self doubt, life lives her. May exemplifies the struggles many of us have in our lives. We may question what path is better or worth, but in the end all options can lead to self-fulfillment and grace Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
Resurrection in May, by Lisa Samson, is truly a remarkable book. The writer takes you on a journey of how your life can be changed right before your very eyes in a moments notice. The book focuses on the simple things in life that can get us through tragedy. Losing faith and finding it once again can be difficult but Lisa Samsom made this journey one that I am honored to have read about. May Seymour is a spoiled young woman who has just graduated college and has no real plans for her future. We follow her as she goes on a mission trip to Rwanda and experiences the horror and tragedy of witnessing everyone she knows be murdered there. She would never be the same again as you can very well imagine. We journey with her as she must struggle to find the meaning in her life and the will to survive again as she goes back home to live on the farm of a recently new found friend, an old man named Claudius Bourne, who has never married and has very rarely left his farm other than to go to church and sell his crops. May has an old college flame, Eli, that just happens to be kin to Claudius. Years change the life of Eli in many ways also. He nor May will ever be the young, carefree teenagers that they once were. We even get visit death row in an unexpected way that I would not have imagined. As I read through the novel, my heart ached for May as she struggled with regaining her life. She had lost all faith by what she had witnessed and lived through. It was a very hard process for her to try to regain her faith and trust in God again. This book is a page turner that you will not want to put down for too long, it is very inspiring and a must read! This is the first book by Lisa Samson that I have read. She has many others that I cannot wait to read. Very touching book! Highly Recommended! This book was sent to me for review, free of charge, compliments of Thomas Nelson Publishers. The thoughts and opinions are completely my own.
May has graduated from college and doesn't really know what she wants to do with her life. She is floundering in relationships and in life until the decision to go help the people in Rwanda. Before leaving on her journey, May meets Claudius and learns that life can truly be peaceful. But, Rwanda ends in a nightmare that May can't get beyond. Death was not what she wanted to witness. As she returns home to Claudius' farm, May begins to find the healing spring available to all. And, as she meets Eli again, finds she has that to share with him. Can May and Eli help each other heal? Will they find their way back to each other? I found myself totally drawn into this story, finding the characters alive and believable. I think my favorite is wise, easy-going Claudius. He seems to have eyes that can see all, and helpful ways that move when others can't see them. This story of the renewal of life is a powerful one, one that can lift us all. I recommend it to single readers and groups alike. There is plenty here to discuss. Thank you to the BookSneeze program for the free book and opportunity to read it.
Resurrection In May written by Lisa Samson tells the story of May Seymour who just graduated from college and have the whole life ahead of her when Claudius Borne stumble upon her. She was at a stage where she didn't know what to do with her life. Claudius Borne, was a gentle old man who can relate well with animals and plants rather than human. His whole world revolves around his farm. May had a friend in him. May left on a mission to Rwanda while waiting for result of her various applications for job. There she found love in loving other human beings and believing in God. That is until a tragedy struck and she "died". She was a walking and living corpse when she comes back to Claudius farm to heal. In helping her, Claudius also found himself a "daughter". She stayed for many years, reclusive. Years later she learns that her old college flame, Eli is in death row and refusing to appeal the sentence. She is determined to help Eli but instead this determination changed her life. I love this book. It's easy to read. The language flows by itself and meaningful It's thought provoking and emotionally charged. Not for those who likes to read the beginning and skipped to the ending type of person. Every page there is a message. The book is about faith, forgiveness, second chance and love. I would recommend this book to those who need "resurrection" in their faith and life. I received, read and enjoyed this complimentary book from Thomas Nelson as part of their Booksneeze bloggers program.
The unusual thing about Resurrection in May is that it brings you into what feels like a time warp, even though it isn't. The story takes place in this century. What gives this impression is that for most of the book, May Seymour, the centerpiece of the story, lives on a farm without a telephone, without a computer, without a car . . . She milks cows, gathers eggs and cooks up ol' fashioned wholesome food so you feel as if you're in Little-House-On-The-Prairie times. This all comes about because May-a spoilt young girl from a middle-class family-a girl who spent her college years partying and waywarding in every way-spends a season soul-searching in Rwanda during the war where she finds herself caught in the genocide, witnessing horror at its greatest. The farm, then, becomes her place of refuge, of reclusion-and where her faith is rekindled. May finds her deliverance in God's fatherly patience mirrored in the loving people He brings into her life-including an old friend who awaits his fate on death row. These people, along with the flowers and animals, bring May's healing. This book is a good read, intriguing and warm. However, as with many of the books I read recently, I found numerous spelling mistakes, typos and incomprehensible sentences. Need better copywriters if you ask me. ? Janey L. DeMeo, M.A. Copyright © August 2010 founder-president -- www.orphanfirst.org author & speaker -- www.JaneyDeMeo.com www.twitter.com/JaneyDeMeo http://janey-demeo.blogspot.com
Lately I've been reading a lot of suspense novels, so having the chance to read Resurrection in May was a nice but extremely emotional break from all those adrenaline rushes. Lisa Samson is a new author for me, but one that is fabulous with her work. She is an author I will be checking into for more of her books. In this book, I felt a tug at my heart for May. She was a tender character full of love and compassion, questions and heartache. I wasn't overly fond of Eli at first introduction, but my heart softened towards him in the end. The characters, ALL of them, were the depth and soul of this novel. Between them and a movement of God, I needed to take stock in Kleenex with this one! I will be passing this book along to my family and friends with high kudos to Lisa Samson for an incredible story!
Recently graduated from College, May Seymour has good looks, intelligence, friends and everything to look forward to. She just does not know yet what to do with her life. One day she meets Claudius, a caring elderly farmer who welcomes her in his home and his life for the summer and May discovers the simple joy of working the land alongside her new found friend. Summer comes to an end and she embarks on a mission to Rwanda. There she will find herself in the midst of civil war and will become a tragic victim whilst experiencing also deep love for the people surrounding her. After her return home May comes to Claudius's farm to heal and with his help and his friends, she finds a certain measure of peace yet becomes a recluse. Through correspondence she also renew her relationship with Eli, an old boyfriend whose life has taken a completely different path. May painfully rediscovers life and faith whilst accepting there is a reason behind God's plan for all of us. She will indeed resurrect! I reviewed this wonderful inspirational book whilst sitting on the porch of our little mountain cabin. I finished the last page and sat back for awhile, just thinking back on what Lisa Samson wrote in this book and all I can say is 'Wow!". This is truly the kind of writing that makes you think back and feel your faith. In her "About the Author's page" Lisa Samson speaks of liking nothing more than sitting around her kitchen table talking with friends and family. I found myself wandering what comes after "Resurrection in May"... I look forward to her next book and I give it a whole heart-ed 4 1/2 stars. I received this book free from Booksneeze as part of their Blogger Review program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
I don't read a lot of fiction. In fact, I don't read a lot of Christian fiction. When I read the following description of Lisa Samson's newest novel, I had to admit I was a bit intrigued: May Seymour graduated from college with the world at her feet and no idea what to do with it. A mission trip to Rwanda brought her a sense of purpose in loving others. So when the genocide began she chose to remain in the village, which was subsequently slaughtered. Only May survived. So, May journeyed to heal on the farm of Claudius Borne, a sweet, innocent old man who understood plants and animals far better than people. Years later, having not stepped a foot off Claudius' farm, May learns an old college flame, now a death-row inmate, is refusing to appeal his sentence. Can she convince him to grab hold of life once again? Their surprising friendship turns the tables, for the prisoner, Eli Campbell, has a deeper faith from which to draw than she. Eli slowly begins to pull May from her cloistered existence. With the help of Eli, their tiny town, and ultimately a renewal of faith, May comes to life once again. I used the Thomas Nelson's book description because I don't want to give away any other details. I was a bit skeptical that this author could weave a story that had so many aspects and many seemingly unrelated. I must admit, this book was an "easy" read although at times very sad and poignant. It was also a page turner and yet I also had to set it aside for a bit as I absorbed the horrors of the genocide. It also caused me to think about my life and what I allow to get in the way of living with abandon. There is redemption in this book, of which I am always glad but it doesn't come in the package that you might imagine or even expect. I think that is precisely why this was simply a good book. Perhaps I will read a bit more fiction.and Christian fiction at that. Thomas Nelson provided me with a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I am grateful for the opportunity.
In 1994, having just graduated from college, May Seymour feels lost as to what to do next with her life as she spent much of her academia as a party animal. When May stumbles onto a street drunk, septuagenarian farmer Claudius Borne hits her. He takes her to his farm near Harmony, Kentucky to heal. They become more than friends as she is the granddaughter he never had and he is the grandfather she badly needs. A few months later, both are sad when May-May as he calls her leaves on a church a mission trip to Rwanda. When genocide erupts in the African nation, the United Nations begins to evacuate foreigners. May returns to what she considers home, Claudius and his Borne's Last Chance farm. She becomes as reclusive as her beloved mentor until she learns Eli Campbell, her boyfriend from college, is on death row wanting to die. This is an entertaining somewhat melancholy inspirational character study of an elderly male and a young female forming a strong relationship that each needs at a pivotal point in their lives. That warmth enables May to try to reach out to Eli in order to encourage him to embrace life and God with what time he has left. Although there is too many back stories detracting from the "present", sub-genre readers will appreciate this realistic portrayal of joy and sorrow simultaneously as God works in mysterious ways. Harriet Klausner
This novel centers on a young woman named May who through the course of a brutal attack, returns home both broken and scarred. She's cared for by a wonderful farmer named Claudius who teaches her self reliance among other things. Years later still distancing herself from the world on the farm, she finds an unexpected friendship with an old flame. His unfortunate circumstance being key to her "resurrection". I enjoyed this novel it was poignant as well as vivid, I found myself teary eyed during May's ordeal and hungry for those rich home cookin' meals. And adored many of the characters who were instrumental in May's life. It's a beautifully written story of faith without being preachy. The only blotch I found was the story had many unnecessary background stories and routines that were repetitive. Beyond that I would absolutely recommend this book to anyone. I recieved this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program.
Resurrection in May is a story of a girl named May Seymour. After May graduates from college, she sets out on a journey that includes, loss, new friends, old friends and a search for spiritual answers. In the midst of this, she ends up on the farm of an old man named Claudius who plays a crucial part in the healing that must take place in her life. Through this journey, May encounters more than most people could imagine, but this journey transforms her life beyond what she could've ever expected. When thinking about my feelings toward this book, there are several emotions that begin to well up inside of me. First, I would have to say that this book brought forth a lot of depression and I never necessarily got much redemptive joy from it. From the title we can gather that this is supposed to be a story of resurrection, but I never felt like things really came back to life FULLY. I can't honestly say that this was a story that inspired or built my faith. In some ways it sent me into a quiet sadness filled with anything but joy. While the story had heart warming characters full of love and charm, they could not compensate for the utter sense of loss that overpowers you while you are reading and even when you finish. On a positive note, the writer's details and descriptions are exceptional and as far as her style of writing, I liked it very much. Sadly, this is probably not a book I would recommend to anyone. I like to finish a book with some sense of hope and joy, something that makes me look forward to life and this book did not give me that at all. ___________________________________________________ I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255.
This story takes places in the Kentucky Mountains and the writing is as beautiful as the scenery. It is the story of May, a typical college girl on a road to discover who she is. The road to self-discovery takes her to Rwanda, another area rich in scenery and life. During her self-discovery, she meets Claudius, who would enter her life not once, but twice during very different circumstances. As her life takes its inevitable turns, a third person enters the picture, a former classmate of May's now on death row. This is a story of self-discovery, life, death, forgiveness, love and renewal. The book keeps your attention right from the first page. You cannot wait to read what happens next as you are drawn in to May's life. The emotions run the whole gambit. Pulls at your heartstrings one moment and gets your right between the eyes at others as you cannot help but feel the similarities in general life experiences and feelings between May and you, the reader. I have read the book a few times and it is one I will continue to read time and again. One for the book club that is for sure. Great for the college-bound set too! Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com <http://BookSneeze.com> book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255.
Lovely and winsome May Seymour graduated from college with the world at her feet...and no idea what to do with it. A spontaneous mission trip to Africa brought a great surprise - love - and a strong sense of purpose. But in loving others there, she encountered a severe tragedy that left her deeply wounded. She comes to heal at the farm of Claudius Borne - a sweet, kind old man who understands plants and animals far better than people. And his farm becomes May's home. There on the farm, May renews a friendship with an old college flame name Eli whose path has taken unexpected turns too. As May tries to convince Eli to grab hold of life once again, he begins to pull May from her sheltered existence. Like old Claudius's farm in the Spring, May begins to blossom back into life. But no resurrection ever comes without sacrifice - and this sacrifice will forever transform May. (excerpt from back cover). My Review: Who would have ever thought that one's graduation night would completely and utterly change her life forever? Not only hers but the life of Claudius Borne as well. May's life of the college girl who has partied one too many times has finally caught up to her and finds herself staggering drunk on a deserted street about to be hit by Claudius Borne, a seventy two year old man who has lived alone his whole life. Compassion and mercy fall on May when Claudius takes her in and offers to help her get through the worst hang over in her life, back on his farm. He has spent all his life raising produce to supply his most basic needs with only a few farm animals to keep him company. Until May arrives and they both see they need one another more than a life alone. Claudius becomes a father to May and May offers him the life of having someone to care for and someone to care about him. The hardest part comes for both of them when May leaves for a mission trip to Rwanda to help the church. Claudius misses the very presence May brought into his life for a few short months and learns that turmoil is erupting in Rwanda that could cost May her life. I received the book, Resurrection In May by Lisa Samson, compliments of Thomas Nelson Publishers for my honest review. It was one of the books that took me the longest to read, not because it wasn't interesting but because I was so deeply involved in the aspects of the lives of May and Claudius so much I really wanted to take my time. It was time well spent and a book, I would easily give 10 stars too! It's that great a book. It gives you back hope when you think that enduring a tragedy in your life can not be forgotten or forgiven. It offers you a look at the life of a man who truly took up his cross and followed in Jesus' footsteps in the life of Claudius Borne. He sacrificed all he has and owns to care for a perfect stranger without a second thought and in doing so teaches May the greatest life lesson anyone could, than that of someone who loves others more than himself. For more information on this heartwarming and wonderful book, the amazing author or even where to purchase a copy for yourself, please click on the link below: http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/product_detail.asp?sku=1595545441&title=Resurrection_in_May
I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their Booksneeze bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review and therefore, the book review is 100% my own opinion. Resurrection In May written by Lisa Samson revolves around May Seymour, a graduated from college with the world at her feet and no idea what to do with it. A mission trip to Rwanda brought her a sense of purpose in loving others. During the trip, the genocide began and she chose to remain in the village, which was subsequently slaughtered mercilessly. Only May survived the genocide, and she was completely traumatized by her entire experience. So, May journeyed to heal on the farm of Claudius Borne, a sweet, old man who understood plants and animals far better than people. She stayed there for many years. The story is then fast forward to years later and having not stepped a foot off Claudius' farm, May learns an old college flame, now a death-row inmate, is refusing to appeal his sentence. Can she convince him to grab hold of life once again? Their surprising friendship turns the tables, for the prisoner, Eli Campbell, has a deeper faith from which to draw than she. Eli slowly begins to pull May from her cloistered and recluse existence. With the help of Eli, their tiny town, and ultimately a renewal of faith, May comes to life once again. This book is a story about faith, liberation, hope, and second chances. This is also a story of love. How it sneaks into your heart when you're most unaware of it. I enjoyed the correspondence between may and Eli, and I must say, they're touching, and could really make you think. If you think that this book is a fluff of a fiction, then you're dead wrong. This is no ordinary easy read. It's emotional, melodramatic, and above all, eye-opening. Would I recommend this book to you? Yes, cuz it's not only beautifully and creatively written, but it's also thoughts provoking. Resurrection in May, is a beautiful story about redemption. I rate this 4 out of 5 star.
RESURRECTION IN MAY by Lisa Samson, given by Thomas Nelson, was as exciting as depicted. The story involves Claudius Borne. He is a kind, elderly man who lives alone on his farm since the death of his devoted mother. While driving, he comes across May Seymour, who is drunk and in need of help. After bringing her back to his farm, they become friends, and parental feelings develop in him. May is a recent college graduate who has decided to travel to Rwanda, Africa. She stays with Claudius Borne for a while, and then embarks on her African journey. During her African adventures, genocide occurs. The UN asks her to return to America, yet she chooses to stay in her village. Shortly after, everyone in her village is killed. After being raped and cut, she is left for dead. May works to heal herself, and then gathers the bodies together, trying to pair up body parts, and lights it all on fire. She lives in this manner for a few months, and then is rescued by the UN. Back in America, May moves back in with Claudius. Beneath his love, she is able to heal and move on with her life. The book is touching and realistic; however, there is a lot of death concerning animals, something that bothered me. For example, Claudius shoots a turkey for Thanksgiving, and murders one of his chickens in order to make soup for May. It also seemed a little unrealistic May's parents would willingly allow her to live for long periods with Claudius, essentially a stranger. Overall, though, the book is a thoughtful read.