Category: Revival
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The Night After Christmas
Christmas is over. The house is quiet. Sheets and towels softly tumble in the dryer. The dishwasher is swooshing almost unnoticeably. Our kids and their spouses went back home. Everything moves quickly past. Even the garbage was picked up this morning. The disposable dessert plates and shreds of…
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Dreads and Bulky
I was in a hurry. Annoyed, I weaved my cartful of groceries around the man and his dog. Both stood right by the exit of the big box store. What an odd couple at an odd place. He was thin and tall, thirty-something. Long, black dreads fell into…
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The Christmas Card
Today, the envelope arrived. Each year, with the beginning of Advent, I carefully comb the daily mail for this letter. NEW YORK, NY is stamped next to the cursive return address. I run my finger across the beautiful stamp, a rendition of a renaissance oil painting of Virgin and Child.…
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Bitterness
I pull up the rusty gate-latch and step into a soaked garden. I am careful not to rip out the thin threads of morning glory which weave through the gate and a large part of the six food fence. Some of the purple blossoms have already closed in anticipation of…
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Cast Away
I was headed to the grocery store when I saw Mr. Wrecker on the side of the busy highway turning the crank on his flatbed. Mr. FedEx had broken down and was watching Mr. Wrecker load the truck to be hauled off. I wasn’t too far from home and wondered…
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War in Paradise
No one is settled – yet. There is great commotion and fighting in my back yard on this warm spring morning. Everyone is quarreling, chirping, hooting and arguing over who gets to move into the brand-new bird house in the shade and who eats at the feeders first. The dilapidated…
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Life
The cursed ground shakes violentlyThe sky goes dark – though it is day.Accusing foes stand silentlyIn awe behold the Truth the Way. God tears the veil – so all can see Rends wall that shrouds the Holy Place No longer heard a debtor’s plea Come! You who’re freed, behold His…
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The Song
Let’s take a walk into the night, Come to the fields with me.No man-made glitz, no city lightsHere blind your eyes to see. They say this universe so vastBegan by chance and time.But look real close – there see the past –Behold! God’s forged design. So many stare and think…
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True Love
This morning I was reading in Proverbs. One verse brought me to tears. I look back on three decades of marriage and am humbled by my husband’s love. Over 25 years ago, he forgave me that which Christians often consider a reason for divorce. As we prayed by his hospital…
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And the Stars
I am stuck in Job chapter 26. I am reading the last verse over and over, soaking in its depth and meditating on its richness. “Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. And how small a whisper do we hear of him!But the thunder of his powerwho can understand?” Job 26:14…
Heidi Viars 