River

 

 

This life a river, running fast

O’er my heart, a calloused stone.

Troubles seem like waters, vast

Rushing with the goal to hone.

 ~

Wake me up, let waters flow.

Move me so that I give in.

Use this river and do show

Where I stray and where I sin.

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Mold my cold and stony heart

Into the shape you have it be.

I know pain will have a part

For my heart to be set free.

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Put in me, o God, your heart.

Help me live with love inside.

Help me receive what you impart.

Help me put away my pride.

 ~

Your design, Jesus, for sure

Is what I want and what I seek.

So I stay, wait, and endure

Knowing waters will recede.

Ken, from the moment you stuck these words into your guitar-case and said you wanted to let your guitar get aquatinted with this poem, they were a perfect match!
Rebecca, I think it was your voice I heard, when I sat next to that river wrote these words! THANK YOU!!!
How gracious of a God who turns all our gifts into something for Himself!

For we are God’s handiwork,
created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do. 
Ephesians 2:10 

(Music: Ken Zik, Vocals: Rebecca Hron, Pictures and Words, Heidi Viars)

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An Allegory for the Church

I need to make a confession.
I LOVE MY CHURCH!
There is not a day that goes by, that I don’t have some contact with someone from my church. Don’t get me wrong, my church has issues. (Well, I attend there … and hence it’s bound to have issues!)
If you can’t identify with me and my love for my church, I get that. If you have been wounded by the one place that should have been there for you, I think I understand. If your love for Church has become cold, or if you never have considered to give the Church a shot, could I ask you to consider to find one?
The following poem came together over many months.
I wrote it. I re-wrote it. I re-wrote it some more.
I thought it was too dark, not dark enough, too hopeless and too hopeful.
Maybe after reading it (all the way to the end), let me know what you think.
Maybe it will prompt you to tell me about your experience with the Church.
Maybe we could pray together and ask Jesus for a touch of His healing on our hearts and His Church.


While taking a stroll through the woods one-day,
I saw a big man walking my way.

He swung and he waved his hands in much strife,
In right hand scissors, in left hand a knife.

He jabbed and he stabbed with furious might,
With one hand the other – a grotesque sight!

With tools in hand he cut his own digits.
I shuddered in fear; my heart turned frigid.

When he got real close I could clearly see,
He was in much torment and agony.

With a last great effort he pierced his palms,
Then fell next to me with an eerie calm.

I bent over him and looked in dismay
At his disfigured body – didn’t know what to say.

“What’s your name? Can you hear? Sir, reply!”
He whispered “I’m Unity!” and then he died.

~

I kept on walking on that narrow trail,
When all of a sudden I heard someone wail.

A man was limping and dragging along
On unsteady foot and not real strong.

Around his body lay heavy chains.
As he tried to walk, he sighed in pain.

On his back a burden pushing him down
His face expressed a bitter frown.

When I got real close I could clearly see
He was in much torment and agony.

And as he approached I asked this poor man,
“Who did this to you?” He could hardly stand.

He collapsed and sighed with a sad looking face,
“When Unity died these chains took place.”

He said he was Freedom, took one more breath,
Then all his burdens crushing him to death.

~

Dismayed and discouraged I kept on walking.
My path seemed dark; then I heard talking.

A man was mumbling and approaching real quick.
He appeared to be hungry, thirsty, and sick.

I heard his words they were hopeless and sad –
Filled with cynical reasons why all was bad.

He was speaking to self and the more he talked
The more downcast his steps and the slower he walked.

When I got real close I could clearly see,
He was in much torment and agony.

Awful disparity came from his lips –
From a mouth filled with gloom his last words dripped.

He whispered a few useless words with a groan,
Then turned to me with a quiet moan.

“My name is Hope. I have come to my end,
For Freedom and Unity both were my friends.”

~

My mind was troubled and tears filled my eyes.
My heart was heavy, but to my surprise

There in the distance a fourth man appeared
A light shone around Him. My heaviness cleared.

His being was filled with love. I could tell
He knew who I was and He knew me quite well.

His gazed pierced my heart and filled my mind
With love that wasn’t an earthly kind.

When I got real close I could clearly see
That He held out his beautiful hands to me,

“Come, child and witness how I will revive
Bring Unity, Freedom, and Hope back to life.

I will raise Unity up in this place –
A testimony to my people of grace.

Freedom won’t carry large burdens in pain –
For I’m the One who will loosen his chain.

Hope will be strong and my people will see
That Hope is alive because of ME.”
And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning,
the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent.
Colossians 1:18
~
“Jesus, I am grateful that you use a weak people like us
to make your Kingdom known to the world.
Help us to live among an un-unified people with the love you put in our hearts.
Give us the courage to speak of the freedom you bring to our souls.
Show us how to always point to you, our Eternal Hope of Heaven!”
~
(Pictures and poetry Heidi Viars, 2017)

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Come with Me

Come walk with me into the night.
Come to the fields with me.
No man-made glitz, no city lights
Taint tired eyes to see.

Some say that all this grandeur vast
Made self by chance and time.
Come, look real close and see the past –
Behold God’s forged design!

So many stare and think they’re wise.
They search for life in stones.
But you must listen with your eyes –
Indeed, you’re not alone.

Come hear the song the vastness plays;
Of wisdom this tune sings.
Come bend your ears to stars arrayed.
They’re singing you a hymn.

This song sings of the Maker’s Heart –
Of God, Emmanuel –
Who had a plan right from the start,
That Light in you might dwell.

This Light is Jesus Christ, God’s Plan
Who died … your sins to take;
His love for you through vastness spans.
Seek Him, before daybreak.

The heavens declare the glory of God,
    and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
    and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
    whose voice is not heard.
Psalm 19:1-3 (ESV)
~
(Heidi Viars, 2017)

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A Disciple’s Empty Hands

Again, we find ourselves staring at endless needs. Here in the deep waters and floods of pain, we learn to say yes to Jesus and to one another. He takes our small yeses, one at a time, and blesses in ways we could never imagine.
If you are a follower, pupil, and learner, a disciple of Jesus Christ, ask Him what He desires of you today, He will show you!

I lift to You these hands of mine.

They’re empty cold and weak.

Please fill them with Your love divine,

Touch those who are in need.

They cannot work without You, Lord,

Alone can’t make a dent

In all the hurt this world affords –

Nor pain and sorrow end.

Help me to pour what’s in my hand

Before Your throne of love,

Cause there the smallest deed will stand

Will point to You, my God.

“A new commandment I give to you,
that you love one another:
just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.

By this all people will know that you are my disciples,
if you have love for one another.”
John 13:34-35
~
(Poetry, Heidi Viars, 2016)

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Taking a (6 months) Break

Hey there, dear friends …
I will be taking a small break from blogging (about 6 months).
Looking forward to sharing what God has done when I get back 🙂
In the meantime, feel free to look around!

The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, 
to the soul who seeks Him. 
It is good that one should wait quietly
for the Salvation of the Lord. 
Lamentations 3:25-26

 

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Guilty

 

aba september 2012 013The light was red. I slowly pulled into the left turn lane to wait for the light to change.  I noticed a State Patrol car in front of me. A good feeling overcame me. I had a guilt-free conscience since my registration was up to date, I had not been speeding, and my lights all worked (and since I had been an outstanding citizen).

The light turned green and I followed the trooper as we both turned left. He however turned to the far right lane to let me pass. I thought of the poor fella who was going to get pulled over. Then I noticed his lights coming on behind me. They were for me.

When pulled over, I quickly peeked over my shoulder and noticed my offense: my seatbelt hung loosely at my side. While the kind officer walked up, I slowly and inconspicuously (so I thought) pulled my belt and clicked it in.

“Good day, Ma’m! I am glad you noticed that you hadn’t been buckled! May I see your license and proof of insurance?” He said with a kind smile.

He returned briefly to his vehicle and came back with my ten-dollar ticket in hand. I thanked him for reminding me and wished him a great day.

Since I am a (fairly) good citizen, I went immediately to the courthouse to pay my fine. The clerk commended me and said that she hadn’t seen a ticked paid that speedily. I just told her I wanted to forget about it as fast as I could. Thinking that with paying quickly the sick feeling in my stomach would go away.

When I sat back in my car I buckled in (since I am a citizen who tries to follow the law). Suddenly an extremely grateful thought overwhelmed my heart,

“Thank you God, for taking care of all my offenses.
While I think I am innocent, there is always something that makes me guilty.
I could never pay the fines I owe you for my sins.
THANK YOU FOR JESUS, WHO PAID FOR IT ALL ON THE CROSS!
Lord, keep me from the pride that prevents me from seeing my dire need for Jesus.”

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For the wages of sin is death,
but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 6:23

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Greater is HE

Encouragement on our journey is important. As a matter of fact, so important that the Bible tells us to encourage each other daily.

But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,”
that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.
Hebrews 3:13

MEET BILL!

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Bill has has made it his goal to encourage the Body of Christ through His blog Unshakable Hope. Bill was diagnosed with ALS almost 20 years ago. He is unable to move or speak and communicates through a retinal recognition device on his computer. His blog is filled with the Hope and Love of God.

Bill and many others live in the reality of this world’s cruel diagnose but simultaneously live out the reality of the power of the Holy Spirit through them. The following poem made its way through my heart as I thought of their impact. I am so grateful to Bill and his wife for (unknowingly) encouraging me daily to proclaim the Hope that lives in me, despite my limitations.

(Below you find Jeremy Camp’s song “Same Power” who speaks of this Hope as well.)

Greater Is He

I’m locked in this prison. Just why, no one knows.
Outside sits a harsh guard, named Cruel Diagnose.

This guard is not resting. He’s taking away
The places I long for and the words I’d say.

He wants to persuade me that all hope is gone,
That I will never walk in the light of dawn.

This guard is relentless with schemes made in Hell –
He constantly shows me the gloom of my cell.

But the guard does not know, the One in my heart
Named Unshakable Hope – Of whose plan I’m part.

He speaks through the mute and walks with the lame.
He can break prison bars with the sound of His Name.

He lifts up the head of the child, who is down.
He rewards the obedient man with a crown.

While the guard might be great, Hope wants me to see
That much greater is He Who’s living in me.

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