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Of the Shattered and the Light
I had five minutes before an important phone conversation when the large kitchen clock came crashing down from the wall. The sound of thin glass shattering into a million pieces on the ceramic floor made me contort my face. I really did not want to be late for that call. Now, time stood still while…
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That Night
We sat silently that night,Until the first lightappeared in the amber skyUntil it proclaimed –Without a shadow –our hope. We headed south that night.Ice remained our companion,Floated beside us, never melting,These fickle rocksOf indulgence and comfort. “Keep your eyes on the sky.”Your voice broke the quiet,Shattered the sound of waves slapping against our ship. As…
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Bittersweet
“It is so hard,” I bemoaned to you in tears. “Follow me,” you gently whispered. – I could hardly hear you through the noise in my head. You took me into the garden. We stood thereand listened to the sad song of a mourning bird. Suddenly, the sky lit up in an amber glow.And then,…
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Of Cathedrals and Condemnations
“It’s Mother’s Day,” I though when I woke up this morning. “Oh, yeah, It’s Mother’s Day,” was my second, more condemning thought. A few weeks ago, I had been asked if I would lead our congregation in a Call to Worship today, a short devotional at the beginning of the service. For days I had…
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Today, I Washed Windows – Again
Here is a piece I wrote a few years several years ago. As I washed windows today, on this beautiful spring afternoon, I was reminded of it – again. I hope you enjoy it. For some of you, who trekked with me this long, sorry for the repeat. Give a listen to my son Lukas…
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Eggs in my Pocket
Here at the edge of winter and the beginning of spring, we walked around her yard – she, a master gardener and I, a green thumb wannabe. Like an apprentice under the tutelage of a patient teacher, I paid careful attention to her words. I felt overwhelmed by the beauty and peace I encountered while…
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THIS
Maybe the worship band sang and played in vain that morning, who knows. But my foot tapped out of rhythm, and I couldn’t wait to get done with church. “I am loved … La, la, la.” I could not sing along, let alone believe the words penned by well-meaning fellow travelers. My cynical attitude did…
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Holy Fire
Come! Behold the Light, this dance of fireIn your soul.Be quick!Don’t weigh your worth,Don’t contemplate too long, You, who are soon no more.You are a vessel of the Almighty Flame.Trust that He, the Consuming Fire,Will make your message more powerfulThan that of Angels in all their glory.You, willing heart,Be His image!Shine in the darkness as…
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The Deconstruction of Christmas
My friends call me a kill-joy when it comes to Christmas decorations. Maybe that’s because I like to take everything down as soon as possible, preferably as soon as we all sing the last note of “Silent Night” and blow out our candles at church. If it were up to me, we all would sing…
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Nativity
O where does this sound, this note, come from –This song in the air tonight?Did it slip from heaven, tumble on,Escape angels singing on high? O where does this light, this hope have its home,This spark that fills night before dawn?Did it travel through space? Can light travel alone,Break through from God’s holy throne? O…
Heidi Viars
Finding the Image of God
