I believe mystery and paradox are the signature of truth. I believe what we do matters more than what we say, and who we are matters most of all. I believe in unlikely healings and impossible resurrections.
My Body and Other Crumbling Empires - cover reveal!!
Dear Reader,
Today is such a surreal day! My book, My Body and Other Crumbling Empires: Lessons for Healing in a World that is Sick, is available to preorder! (The cover is below but I’m putting it farther down for *suspense reasons*. You are the very first to see her online!)
This is a book for those who feel like a remnant. Like your body is in tatters. Or like your faith is hardly recognizable for what it was before. Or like you are clinging to a life raft at the edge of a dying world.
Or, like me, all three.
This is a book for everyone desperately wondering, what am I supposed to do in this world? And finding the usual or easy answers don’t actually answer the question you meant to ask.
This is a book for everyone tired.
This is a book for friends who keep asking each other what you do when things will never go back to normal again.
This is a book for sick people and healthy people, but especially for those who are neither, both, or in between.
This is a book for you who seem able to recite all the interlocking evils of the world, but find the solutions and transformations less near to hand. For you who feel that the world is so big and you are so small and everything you do is too little and all you do adds up to too much. For you who’ve been trained to understand all the problems with our systems and structures, but not what to do instead.
This is a book for pastors and nonprofit leaders, for teachers and healers, but also for those who feel at a loss for how to be in this moment because they are none of the above. This is a book that holds a place for you.
This is a book about being sick, yes, but in the end this is a book about hope.
Are you excited yet?! What an amazing cover!
Here are some links to preorder:
| Broadleaf Books |
| Barnes and Noble |
| IndieBound |
| Amazon |
You’ll get your book and be part of the celebration on March 7, 2023! (And we’ll have some extra goodies in the works soon just for preorder-ers!)
Annnnnnnd here’s some real talk. The truth is, this book was never guaranteed to exist at all, because the truth is, my “platform” is realllllllly tiny. My agent and my publisher both took a gamble on my work. And I’m so grateful you've taken the gamble of trusting me with your inbox and your time.
SO! If you’re stoked about the book I could really use your help getting it into the hands of people who need it. One of the main themes of My Body and Other Crumbling Empires is interdependence; I’ve thought a lot lately about how much I’m dependent on you and all my friends, and how much I hope I’ve supported you at some point in your journey.
There are so many ways to be a friend to me and the book - here are a whole bunch of ideas so you can choose the ones that make sense for you!
- Buy a copy for yourself (and one for a friend!)
- Forward this email to someone
- Be on the lookout for the cover reveal posts on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram next week and share - you can broadcast to everyone or even just send to one person!
- Add the book to your “Want to Read” shelf on Goodreads
- Ask your favorite podcast to have me on as a guest
- Invite me to speak/preach at your church or event
- Suggest the book for your book club or Sunday School class next spring
- Share any posts I make that matter to you!
Publishing is such a long process, and this is the first step in finally getting to share what I (and a bunch of other people) have been working on for many months.
Thank you so, so much for celebrating with me!
peace, love, bread, and wine,
Lyndsey
Lyndsey Medford
I believe mystery and paradox are the signature of truth. I believe what we do matters more than what we say, and who we are matters most of all. I believe in unlikely healings and impossible resurrections.
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