FAY ROWE | ChristianAuthor

New Release

"Challenging; uplifting."  "It lit a fire in me." 

"Same caliber as Colson and Swindoll."

"I yelled,'Yes!'" 

~ Readers' comments.

"But you, oh Lord, shall endure forever,

and the remembrance of your name to all generations."

Psalm 102:12

 

"Proverbs tells us that he who wins souls is wise. In order to do that, one must be able to tell His stories well. Excellently written, this book will inspire anyone, as it did me, to do just that."

Jay Jayaraman

Pastor, Word of His Power Church

London, ON

"Fay Rowe has done it again! Having grown up under testimony-keepers, I understand the beauty of her new book, Keepers of the Testimony. Fay inspires and challenges us to keep the oral tradition of story telling, reminding the next generation, through our own experiences, that God does love us and is a deeply involved Father who keeps his promises."

Donna Fawcett

Author, Thriving in the Homeschool

and Donna Dawson novels, Redeemed and The Adam and Eve Project

"Keepers of the Testimony is an apt title for Fay Rowe's new book. With candor and an occasional dose of humor, Rowe vividly recounts stories of testimony-keepers from this century and centuries passed. Her in-depth perception of what a testimony is will cause the reader not merely to tell of a "happening" but rather to glorify God in the telling. A wonderfully uplifting read, Keepers stirred in me the desire to once again verbalize my own testimony."

Mary Haskett

Author, Reverend Mother's Daughter

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"Fay Rowe's book are of the same caliber as Colson and Swindoll.  She is a woman of wisdom who allows the Lord to lead her to teach through her writing.  I enjoyed both books and learned much."

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From the Introduction:

"I remember feeling extreme frustration with my shortage of inclination and lack of ability to share my faith. I also felt just as extreme guilt. In fact, as a teenager I probably headed to the altar fairly often to repent of my falling short in this area. But I’d eventually get over the guilt, at least until another sermon on evangelism rekindled the shame.

Years later, as my husband and I drove home from Grace Maternity Hospital with our little daughter tucked as securely as possible in my arms, I looked into our baby's eyes and knew with certainty that sharing my faith was about to become more than a performance by which my effectiveness as a Christian would be judged. Vastly more."

From page 3:

"'I'm not praying for them any more. I don't care if they go to Hell!' ... The words tumbled out of my mouth early on a dull, misty morning...not unusual for January deep in the heart of Texas...as I drove my husband to the university where he was in the second year of his doctoral program. I was one of two fourth grade teachers at a Christian school near the university and I was talking about two of my students. Glenn and I usually prayed for the boys as we drove to work in the mornings, probably more for my sake than theirs, but today I didn't want to. I had given up."

From page 133:

"Your time is a gift no one but you can give your children, and though anyone can repeat your stories, they are best heard from your lips."