Category: Ponderings
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Of Monsters and Beasts
I came in the house carried food from afar Like women of old, who shopped at bazaars. Was tired and beat from reading the signs, From standing on blue tape and waiting in lines. “How was it?” my hubs and all the kids asked. I collapsed in the chair and…
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She Much Rather …
The pastor gave the final blessing over the congregation from an empty stage. He looked down at his guitar as he strummed a few soft chords and prayed. He was a gentle musician and an honest preacher. “Love people and love God!” He’d say. Everybody knew he meant it. He…
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Of Death and Celebration
I grew up in a village in southwest Germany. My childhood was filled with Catholic traditions and celebrations. A small church, and the graveyard that surrounded it, were the center of the town in every way. After mass we stopped and prayed at the graves of loved ones. There were the…
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THE SOUND of Life’s Unspeakable Beauty
I read it in German first. It blew me away. Now it’s finally translated into English. THE SOUND of LIFE’S UNSPEAKABLE BEAUTY by Martin Schleske It is stunningly and elegantly written. Martin’s words touch the heart and soul deeply. His love for God, his talent in his craft and his…
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A (COVID19) Prayer
Gracious and Loving Father, While we feel trapped in our homes, help us to see that we are trapped by sins and free in Christ. While we look at our screens and feel helpless, help us to look out the window and see your power in nature. While we may…
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Doing Church
“Hi. My name is Heidi and I am a people junky!” I love people (for most part mostly most of them). I love them like the books I read. I try to understand them and get their point. I love them them at the dining room table and in my…
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Her Hands
While I washed my hands today, I asked the Lord to bless the work of our hands. I thought of an encounter at the store. I don’t remember much of her, No name, nor what she wore, But that her old hands made me stare From six feet in the…
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Thankful for 24-Hour News Cycle
My oldest son is a producer of a morning show for a news station a few hours away from here. I am thinking a lot about him these days. I know that he has to sort and prioritize through a barrage of news every night, cutting them into bitesize tidbits,…
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The Sword
Long ago, at a time when wars were fought with swords, in a warring country, lived a young, valiant man who yearned to fight at the front lines of the raging battle. He was courageous and often asked his father for a sword so he could fight in the war.…
Heidi Viars 