Christmas Memories


This morning the rising sun was leaving shadows of my Christmas tree on the wall of my living room. I was reminded that this Christmas, like all the other ones which came before, will soon be a memory.

BUT GOD … Has loved us so much, that the very first Christmas would not just be a fading memory, but would provide an opportunity for the HOPE OF HEAVEN, Jesus Christ, to take up permanent residence in our hearts. Unlike our Christmas memories, He will never leave nor forsake us.



“Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and       thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe,”
Hebrews 12:28 

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Letters to God


I had lined up the Christmas packages on the postoffice counter so the clerk could process them. While he weighed them and added my postage, I stuck stamps onto individual envelopes in a stack of Christmas cards. People behind me filed into lines. I felt an invisible push to hurry.
I was proud that I had gotten my gifts and cards out early this year – until a few days later.

It occurred to me, days after I had left the postoffice, that one particular Christmas letter in that stack, one I handwritten with care and much thought, would never make it to its destination. With an overseas address it needed much more postage than just a regular stamp. In my hurry I had forgotten to pull it out of the stack and pay for it separately. The postage stamp I had used was not sufficient to get the letter all the way to my friend’s house. My heart sank.

I am reminded of our many futile efforts to communicate with God. We try to manipulate God’s ear to our cries and use our own ways to try to break through the silence that pours down from Heaven. But like my letter, our intentions often appear futile and our words seem to be wrapped up in insufficient means which never reach the heart of God.

There is a way that assures our communication with the Father. This Way is Jesus. In Jesus Christ, God came close, into our world, to dwell among us and to show first hand how much He loves us. Jesus shed His blood on a cross to pay for our sins, so they would no  longer stand in the way between us and the Father. In a way Jesus sheds His blood to pour it all over our letters to God as sufficient payment. When we place our faith in Jesus and His provisions, our laments never leave our hearts with insufficient means to reach the destination.

This Christmas, put your faith in the provision your Maker has made for an intimate relationship with Him. Trust in Jesus Christ. He has come to make a sure way to the Father.

“Lord, I pray You revive us! Draw us toward Yourself.
Help us understand that our dire need is for Your sufficient Provision
– Jesus Christ.”

“Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God,  let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.”
Hebrews 10:19-25



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As children of God we cannot be possessed by demons. We are sealed by the Holy Spirit. However, we can still hear and believe many lies from our adversary.
There are times it seems as if I invite the enemy’s lies in, right through the front door of my mind. Other times his deceptions sneakily come through the unguarded back-door.
The following poem came to me recently while I was thinking about the authority given to me by Jesus Christ when I employ the greatest weapon, the Sword of the Word of God. 

How did you end up in my place?
I thought the door was locked.
But here you sit – are in my face.
You blame and shame and mock.

You take what’s mine. Leave me a mess.
You tell me lies all day.
You make me sick. I must confess
I want you gone – away.

This place is mine. The mortgage paid.
I hate your being here!
I’m cleaning up. It’s time to pray.
It’s you who should now fear.

I do admit, it took too long
To take my lawful stand.
For my Authority is strong!
His Strength is at my hand!

Little children, you are from God and have overcome them,
for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.
1 John 4:4
Lord, show us how to identify and fight the lies of the enemy with your Truth, the Word.

(Poetry and pictures by Heidi Viars, 2017 –
The first picture is the front door of my childhood home in Germany, where my parents still live. I took it this summer during my visit with them.)

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Here is another song from Ken’s CD.

It’s funny how something inspiring inspires something else, how a question posed moves the heart to a deep place. The question that inspired this song was,
“Name an intangible gift you have been given!”
I knew the answer immediately. The following poem/song was the result of thinking about it more and more.
The gift was a key to my childhood home. My dad handed it to me on my way out of our home and out of the country to start a new life with my husband. This key was and still is a gift of unconditional love. I have kept it close to my heart all these years.

You can read the original post here

When long ago I left my home,
Love drew my heart away.
Adventures lured young, restless souls –
No one could make us stay.

With fearless zeal and courage packed
I left that Christmas day.
I never thought I would look back
Nor mourn my childhood ways.

But you reached out your Father’s hand –
Held out a rope and key,
You wanted me to understand,
Your door unlocks for me.

If soon our new found love grew cold,
Or winds and storms would come,
Or new adventures fast turn old,
You’d always have me home.

That day your kindness gave me hope;
It helped my heart to see,
That at the end of every rope
There always is a key!

Danke, Papa



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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.


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.


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.
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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