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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
Heidi Viars 