THE STEVE MALTZ CROWDFUNDER
Now everything has changed with ... NOW EVERYTHING CHANGES!
Let me explain ... you may remember that last year I brought out a book, ICEBREAKER, that spoke of the need for resources needed to 'break up the glaciers' of the entrenched woke thinking in our culture, to help us explain God's ways to our needy world. My little book, AWAKE, was the first such book, with an attempt to evangelise sensitively to those caught up in woke.
Well, my new book has 'evolved' into such an ICEBREAKER, one that is badly needed just at this point in time, to fully explain Israel and the Jewish people to a world in which antisemitism is increasing dramatically.
Some of you have already joined this CROWDFUNDER for my new book "Now Everything Changes". Here is how I originally explained it:
It is a novel - and it is one man (Derek) and his journey to the truth wherever it takes him. This book will be suitable for everyone, whether you are a CHRISTIAN needing understanding or a NON-BELIEVER needing education. One of the outcomes of the book is that it leads to spiritual understandings without Bible-bashing, so is very much pre-evangelistic.
Things have moved on and the book has now been expanded into two parts:
PART ONE: Is Derek's journey, as explained above.
PART TWO: Is "The Jews, Your Majesty" is a complete investigation into antisemitism and its causes, written in order to make non-believers rethink their view of the world but also AS A PASSIONATE CALL TO THE CHURCH TO GET ITS ACT TOGETHER!
This book is therefore suitable for everyone, but I suppose my particular objective is to lull Christians in, then hit them with arguments that would never hear anywhere else (because they don't want to hear the arguments) and convince them that God REALLY DOES want them to think positively about Jewish people.
Although I have already had a good response from Crowdfunders, more are needed, not only to get this book printed (hopefully in around 3-4 weeks time) but to be able to market it too. It has already been read by around a half dozen people and they are already lining up people to send copies to!
Here's the deal:
I am looking for another 30 crowdfunders, paying £120 each.
All crowdfunders will get the following:
Five copies of the new book (£10-12 rrp)
A mixed box of my other books (between 20-30) - you can have some say in the titles sent - available now (Or, instead, more of the new book if you prefer)
If you can help, either:
Phone Steve on 07885 941848 and pay £120 by card
Send £120 by Bank Transfer to HSBC. Account name: Saltshakers, Sort Code 40 09 07, Account number 71387324
Send a cheque by post to Saltshakers, PO BOX 2215, Ilford, Essex IG1 9TR
Pay by card on our Shop web page
HERE IS AN EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK (First section)
1.
It’s 3am and my brain is ticking over like a stuttering jalopy. I couldn’t sleep, which is why I left behind the comforting warmth of my king-size hotel bed beside my gently purring wife, for the small armchair at the corner of the room by the window. I sit there, conflicted and confused, but curiously not tired. I just can’t get it out of my mind, the image that summed up my day yesterday, sitting there framed at the centre of my mind in full technicolour glory … But … wait … I am being rude. Let me first introduce myself.
My name is Derek Courtney. Rather a grey uninteresting individual, well into middle-age, peaks of past achievements giving way to troughs of compromise, indecision and fears of impending decrepitude. I am an architect by trade, at the tail end of my career, so content doing the odd consultancy job. I am happily married to Dawn, with a full set of kids and grandkids to provide welcome distraction from … what? That’s the question. In fact, should I be asking questions anyway, shouldn’t a man of my years have all the answers by now?
Shouldn’t I be content with life? After all, grandkids need current investment if I’m to enjoy future dividends? Surely, questions would just get in the way, the last thing this aging man needs is a fresh challenge. That’s a luxury for youth, when life’s pathways present themselves, imploring you to travel along their exciting but uncertain corridors. I yearn for sleep, but tiredness is a forlorn hope. My mind is not ready for release and is begging me to deal with the situation. What am I to do? I have not been one to ask too many questions before. Until now, that is. It seems that some spark has flickered into life and I’m not sure that I am adequately equipped to process it. It’s time to put you out of your misery, dear reader.
Dawn and I are avid walkers, despite our aging knees and compromised health fed by … let’s face it … too much feeding! Nevertheless, we have enjoyed our little nature jaunts since our early days together and see no reason at present to sway from our tradition. We are on a weekend break in the Lake District. Yesterday we visited Ulverston, a favourite of ours as it’s always full of life and there’s always something going on. It wasn’t a particularly favourable visit for us as it seemed a little too full of life, dominated by so many folk of a ‘younger persuasion’ that we felt really out of it and detached from it all. So, we decided to take a walk to visit a much-loved beauty spot, Hoad Hill, just outside the town and a suitable test for our middle-aged stamina. We arrived there early afternoon and were greeted with a flag proudly swaying in the wind at the summit of the hill. A flag? At first, I thought this was a nod to the nearby monument, a memorial to Sir John Barrow, a renowned explorer. Perhaps it was one of the places he visited? Dawn took a photo and googled the flag. It was the flag of Palestine. Palestine? I didn’t even know that it was a country. Anyway, Barrow has only really been associated with South Africa and China. So, Palestine? Has this area been conquered by Palestinians? Neil Armstrong stuck a flag on the moon and explorers stick flags on mountains they have climbed as symbols of their triumph. So, what had Palestine done to warrant this hugely symbolic act?
I don’t know why but this really needles me. It seems like an invasion. There’s not a racist bone in my body but the thought of anything other than a Union Jack on English soil seems so wrong. Perhaps I am a racist, an unconscious one and this flag has ignited something nasty from within? This troubles me. I have run out of thoughts on the subject and suddenly a wave of tiredness creeps in and pulls me into its world …