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Tim Tebow and Freedom of Religion

© 2012, Vicki Hinze

 

It’s amazing.  A man of faith simply expresses it by writing on his face, or by dropping to a knee to express gratitude, and factions of the country lose their principles and their sanity.

 

Last I checked, every citizen in this nation had rights.  Freedom of Religion, and Freedom of Expression among them.  So what a football player writes on his face should be up to him.

 

Now there’s that “No Infringing on the Rights of Others” part of every citizen’s rights to consider also.  Way too often it is ignored or exploited.  But writing something on your face that violates no laws, is not obscene, and/or dropping on a knee does not infringe on anyone else.  Bluntly put, it’s no one else’s business.

 

That there is such a stir occuring over this astounds me.  That anyone objects shocks me. Where are all those supporters of equal rights, equal justice under the law?  Those who preached tolerance and—gasp—respect for others?  I’m not hearing them.  Are you?

 

That many are all aflutter over one man’s rights raises questions in my writer’s mind about motive.  What exactly are they objecting to?  And more importantly, why are they objecting at all?

 

There are many in positions of fame and power who flaunt obscenties and expressions that are disrespectful and intolerant.  Where’s the outrage and upset over that?  Many do so under the guise of them being infringed upon when they have every opportunity to simply disengage or ignore or walk away or turn off their televisions, visit different sites, or pages within sites.  No one is forcing anyone to be involved, to participate, to engage.  That seems to escape notice.

 

To infringe requires the absence of choice on the part of another.

 

An example.  Someone attending a graduation ceremony at a CATHOLIC college objected to symbols of faith being expressed.  What did that individual expect at a Catholic college?  Who forced that individual to attend?  Did someone hold a gun to his/her head and drag him/her to it, insisting that they endure and suffer the presence of those symbols?

 

If so, surely that person would have been arrested for unlawful detention.  So if no one did, then what is the objection?  And, frankly, where is the common sense?  If you don’t want to go, stay home.  But if you attend a Catholic college’s ceremony, it is logical and reasonable to expect to see religious symbols at it and for the ceremony to include religious aspects.

 

To freely attend and object to those things is evidence of your own lack of respect for the rights of others.  The world does not exist to please you.  So, pardon the venicular, but get over yourself and act like an adult.  If your common sense and logic are engaged, and you find participation objectionable, don’t participate.  You also have the Freedom of Choice.  Exercise it—respectfully.

 

Now we see athletes wear branding icons they endorse all the time.  Logos and emblems in golf, tennis, and other sports are abundant.  In movies, we see products placed—that’s branding logos/emblems.  On American Idol the judges drink Coke.  On X Factor the judges drink Pepsi.  But there’s no outrage or groundswell of objections to that.  So why object to Tebow’s dropping to his knee?  Why object to his statement of faith painted on his face? To him exercising his right to pray?

 

Is there really any difference is wearing an emblem on your sleeve, on your racket, on your shoe and writing on your face?

 

Perhaps the challenge is that those logos and emblems are for products and not symbols of faith.  But if we are respectful of logos/emblems, how then dare we not be respectful of symbols of faith?  After all, in our endowed rights Religion warrants its own stated right.  The Founders didn’t include product placement by name.  Which, do you suppose, they considered more significant to citizens?

 

We see obscene comments on t-shirts all the time.  One of the most memorable to me was a young woman in her 20s wearing a t-shirt that read, “In case of rape, this side up.”  Explain that to your young child just learning to read.  Yet there was no fluttering, no complaining, no outrage over this.  When a museum depicted “religious art” caked in human waste, there was upset at the lack of respect.  The art won—Freedom of Expression.

 

The behavior on past incidents and on this one leads to a couple conclusions.

 

  1. Many citizens don’t understand the concept of Freedom of Religion and/or Expression, and don’t understand that it carries the responsibility of not infringing on the rights of others (Declaration of Independence, under the pursuit of happiness).  They don’t get it and don’t want it.  But the truth is you can’t have one without the other.  They are an interlinked duo, forever entwined.  That said, an expression or exercise of a freedom does not rise to infringement simply because you don’t like what someone is exercising or expressing.  Your comfort is your responsibility just as your actions are your responsibility.

 

  1. At the core of this is the war on Christianity.  If Tim Tebow were Islamic, would anyone dare say a word?  Probably not.  When our leaders won’t call terrorists trying to kill us, terrorists trying to kill us, and won’t call the Ft. Hood masacrist a radical Islamic terrorist, you have to conclude odds are pretty high against it.

 

Christianity is under fire around the world.  Too few fail to see that war as not a battle for your soul but a battle for power and control over you.  That’s what it is.  Throughout history, God has to be removed from a society to effectively enslave and control people.  Reliance on government, not Diety, is key to total power.  Total power is of course total control (and total corruption) and also results in the total loss of individual rights and freedom.

 

Why people don’t realize that is beyond me.  It’s happened again and again in recorded history.  Those who do realize it, see and know what is happening.  Those who don’t will be ones who wake up one day stunned that they can’t breathe without someone else’s permission, much less buy food, water, medicine or other essentials.

 

You would think that threat of someone else having total control over you would be important enough to people that they’d review what has happened in history.  They’d look it up.  It is, after all, up close and personal—their own everyday lives that are and will be impacted so fiercely.  Yet some will look it up—the Seers—and some won’t—the Stunners.

 

 

  1. Groups with their own agendas who are typically ignored jump on someone like Tim Tebow to gain momentum and attention for themselves.  They’ll protest, they’ll talk to media (who should be covering serious matters they choose to ignore in favor of positons they personally choose to perpetuate) and get the attention they seek—for a moment. The motivation isn’t so much to slam Tebow as it is to elevate their own will or cause or opinions.  So they gladly tear his down to lift their own.

 

The problem is that method doesn’t work.  It doesn’t bring about lasting change or elevate anyone.  That makes this path an extremely shortsighted one to walk.  Life’s lessons will eventually teach the people in these groups the wisdom in an ancient Chinese proverbBefore you dig a grave for less than honorable purposes, dig two.  Because when you deliberately and willfully hurt another, the person suffering the most harm is you.

 

So Tim Tebow wants to pray.  He wants to express gratitude and glory to God.  He is honestly and openly living his faith, injuring no one, causing no harm.  He is exhibiting values, morals and ethics and serving as a role model for those who choose to watch him.  He’s not just talking the talk, he’s walking the walk.  His walk.  His way.

 

Now whether or not one agrees with him, what exactly in what he is doing is objectionable?  Legally wrong?  Morally wrong?  Harmful or destructive?

 

Nothing.  Actually, there’s a lot to admire in a man conducting himself based on his beliefs, his principles.  There’s very little that anyone of character exercising logic or reason should object to, and yet the objections continue.  Through our own logic and deductions, we explore why and discover the appearance that those objections are seated in nefarious, self-serving motivations and not in truth.  Not in faith.  And not in respect.

 

More’s the pity.

 

So my point is this:  Continue to walk your walk.  Remember that ten of the twelve Apostles were martyrs for their faith.  They were ridiculed, crucified upsidedown, boiled in oil, isolated in a cave, imprisoned, and suffered other equally horrific fates.  Yet they walked on.  They lived their convictions.  And they knew that…

 

Life is precious but short.  Eternity lasts a lot longer. 

 

And for strength to continue your walk in the face of adversity, remember God’s promises to you.  What others intend to harm you, He will turn to good.

 

Perhaps the greatest fear of opponents is that you’ll succeed in being a role model to others.  When some are bent on suppressing and even eradicating faith from our country, you’re their worst nightmare.  But you’re also proponents’ hope.  A lightbearer that puts faith in the minds of and on the tongues of people who need it, want it, seek it, but are so lost they can’t find it.  You’re shining light on a path that, if they so choose, they can follow.

 

So, the bottom line is to walk on.  Keep the faith.  And  your rights to exercise and express it.

 

Blessings,

 

Vicki

 

 

 

 

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5 TIPS FOR A BETTER 2012

 © 2012, Vicki Hinze
Warning:  This is a no-edit zone…

 

Start 2012 with a positive and constructive message—to yourself:

1.  Awaken each day with a sense of gratitude for all the good in your life.  Things might be tough, times hard, but there are good things too.  Focus on them.

2.  Acknowledge your problems but give your attention to solutions to the problems.  Solutions heal challenges.  Griping about problems doesn’t.

3.  Be specific about what you want and don’t lose sight of it.  Put a note on your bathroom mirror so you see it when you brush your teeth.  Put a photo that represents this want to you where you see it often.  Keep reminding yourself what it is you want and why.

4.  Choose an area of self-improvement and actively seek ways of helping yourself with it.  For example, if your temper gets the best of you, then find a way to turn that temper around so that you’re taking a calm, reasoned approach to resolve an issue or a conflict.  You’ll be happier and so will those who are on the receiving end of your temper.

5.  Monitor your self-talk.  One of the most destructive things I see is others who talk negatively about themselves, their lives, their families, their friends.  They see what’s wrong and bad and broken and what needs to be fixed.  But they fail to see the good.  They fail to appreciate the goodness in these others and fail to see and/or appreciate what is right.  Then they wonder why they feel so discontent and dissatisfied.  Is it any wonder?  How can you feel anything but, hauling around an attitude like that?  See, appreciate and acknowledge the good.  These are gems in your life.  Notice the sparkle.  Whenever you think something negative, automatically rephrase it into a positive.  (Thanks for the added insight, for revealing the truth.  Or maybe the thought is that someone is selfish.  Immediately rephrase it in your mind.  Thanks for letting me see what selfish looks like.  I don’t want it, so now I can avoid it.  Or maybe that person is selfish about this.  But s/he is wonderful about something else.)

My personal pet peeve was an individual announcing that she was brain-dead.  Listen, we all have synapse misfires, moments of forgetfulness.  But brain dead?  What a horrible thing to say about yourself.  And why, I ask, would anyone wish to hear a lecture by someone who considers him or herself brain dead?  So this negativity also calls any credibility into question.  Is that loving yourself?  Valuing your gifts?  Honoring the Giver of your gifts?  This comment was not made in jest, but even if it were, it’d still be devaluing something precious, and is that really funny?

Christ said to ask in His name and it will be given to you.  He said to appreciate your portion.  He said He came so that we might live life more abundantly.  He didn’t mean we’d live with an abundance of negativity, anger, upset, oppression or fits of temper.

He said that those things we desire, to express the gratitude warranted as if we already have them.  Why?  Because that reaction from us expresses a trust in Him.  We believe His words.  “Ask and it shall be given to you.”  Either we believe him, or we don’t.  Either we trust God or we don’t.  You can indulge in a lot of gyrations, but when you wind down to the bottom line, that’s it.  Your faith in Him is expressed in your belief.

We should be content where we are but also strive to be “perfect.”  Perfect, as in more Christ-like.  I loved the “WWJD” bracelets and notes and, well, all the items because they were visual reminders of the ultimate aspiration.

If the whole duty of man is to love one another and the first Commandment is to love God above all, then it is essential that we know what love is so that we understand it.

We learn through experience.  Our own and the experiences of others.  Yet too often self-love is confused with self-conceit.  They’re totally different.  It’s essential to love ourselves, and this we must do to love God and love others.  But conceit is to be avoided.  Why?

Loving ourselves acknowledges God’s gifts to us.  The glory and honor is His.  We’re grateful for those gifts, we love those gifts, but we recognize and acknowledge that they are gifts from Him to us.

With self-conceit we don’t.  Our gifts are ours.  Our accomplishments are ours.  Our wins are our wins.  We don’t honor God, we honor ourselves.

Conceit falls flat every time.  There’s no foundation to sustain it.  No rock under it upon which its tenets rest.  It’s all on us, and we’re fallible, often mistaken, flawed human beings.  Our best will never be perfect.  At most, we’re half-informed, often misguided works-in-progress.

But love, loving doesn’t require perfection.  In acknowledging our part, honoring Him and His part, we draw on His authority and His perfection.  We have His tools—all tools—all of Him available to us.  And that is amazing and awesome and humbling.  Humility and self-conceit simply do not co-exist.

Love yourself, honor God, and have a wonderful 2012!

Blessings,

Vicki

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The Christmas Blues:   When the World Rejoices and You Mourn

© 2011, Vicki Hinze

 

Days that try souls are all too common.  Yet during the Christmas season, the myriad of feelings that weary us and try our souls—feelings of being isolated and adrift, of being sad or depressed, our struggles—are magnified.

 

Maybe it’s because we’re more attuned to others attending parties and we’re not, gathering with family and we’re not, or gathering with family or friends or groups that we wish we were not (just keeping it real) and we must.

 

Maybe it’s because we’re bombarded with memories of Christmases past.  Ones where our children were small and at home and we enjoyed their wonder of Christmas, their joy.  Or we were small and we view our memories through a lens where time dulls the bad and magnifies the good.

 

Maybe we’re acutely reminded of all those we’ve loved who are no longer with us, and we miss them.  Or we remember a life that once was ours and is no more, and the change, whether good or bad, isn’t as significant as mourning the loss of what was.  Or what we dreamed would be that just didn’t happen.

 

Maybe we’ve lost the joy in the season under the lengthy to-do lists that leave us too exhausted to enjoy anything except the peace in a bath and a few hours sleep.

 

There are a lot of emotional triggers during the holidays.  Some we expect and can prepare ourselves for, but some we don’t know are triggers until we’re body-slammed by them.

 

We’re all confronted with difficult relationships, difficult situations, and difficult people who want or expect more from us than we wish to give or maybe than we can afford to give.  Financially, emotionally or spiritually.

 

We lose the wonder and awe and the magic under busy-ness and requirements, under obligations and command performances.  We lose the wonder and awe and the magic under changed circumstance.  (Think divorce or job loss or empty nest.  Think widow or widower, orphaned, injured or ill.  Think knowing it’ll be your last Christmas and craving a Norman Rockwell one and getting one where you spend the entire day alone.)

 

All this happens.  And when it does, we are hurt and sad and alone and isolated, and we are surrounded by others who are having a merry and joyful time.  And we are resentful and bitter because often even those who are shunning or ignoring or too busy to be bothered never once extend their thinking to how their actions are impacting others.  Often others they purport to love.

 

My point isn’t to drag you into the depths of despair.  My point is to make you aware that many—even those you wouldn’t suspect—are in the depths of despair.

 

Who in your world will be alone this Christmas?  Who needs to hear from you?  To spend time with you?  Whose Christmas can you make a little brighter simply by bringing them into your circle and welcoming them as family and friend?

 

Before you slough that off as more work and bother, pause a second and remember that one day, the person in that position might be you.

 

Even the most wonderful Christmas has moments of heartbreak and sadness.  Christmases past, those no longer with you.  Changes.  And when those strike, you crave comfort.

 

It’s hard to find.  Those you typically go to and discuss your troubles, big or small, are tied up with their own troubles, big and small, with their obligations and requirements and duties and nurturing their own needy.

 

Does that mean you’re doomed to suffer without comfort?  To stay sad or depressed or struggle alone?

 

No.  It doesn’t.

 

God is with us always.  Christ is with us always.  He’s not too busy or otherwise obligated.

 

When the Christmas blues strike, I always remember what Christmas is truly about:  the birth of Jesus Christ.  But I don’t think of that event in the way you might think.  I think …

 

The World Rejoices.  God Mourns…

 

I think of God, watching His son’s birth, knowing all that would happen to Him.  As a loving Father, his turmoil and the heartbreak He surely felt at knowing His son would be mocked and abused and betrayed and lied to and about, tempted and beaten and murdered.  God mourned.  If I, an imperfect parent, mourn at the mere thought of my child enduring any of that, imagine the pain and agony of a perfect Father knowing His child would endure all of it.  Imagine…

 

We protect our kids.  We’d take their place.  Suffer for them.  But God, who loves unconditionally, sacrificed His son knowing what would come.

 

I think of that, and the turmoil and mixed blessings and agony God endured that night and I weep—and I tell myself that if He had the strength and courage to do that for us, then whatever we face might loom large but is small in comparison.  If He can do all He’s done, we can do what we must do.

 

In my mind, I sit at God’s feet with my head in His lap, and He strokes my hair and assures me everything will be all right.  I am not alone; He is with me.  And I am comforted.

 

Whenever feeling small and insignificant, hopeless or helpless, remembering what God sacrificed for us and how precious a gift it was and remains empties the desolate spaces inside us of sadness and angst and refills them with comfort and gratitude and the reassurance of His grace and unconditional love.

And then I wonder.

I wonder that we seldom choose to serve ourselves well when the Christmas Blues strike.  We seldom choose to pause and remember or to ask and answer a question that deserves far more attention from us than it gets:

 

On that night when His son was born and the world rejoiced and He mourned, who comforted God?

 

Blessings,

 

Vicki

 

 

 

P.S.  I believe the promise of us comforted God that night.  The promise of us.

 

 

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THE GRINCH BEHIND THE CHRISTMAS CO-OPT

© 2011, Vicki Hinze
WARNING:  This is a no-edit zone…

 

In a thought-provoking Twitter discussion, I asked a simple question about Christmas.  Christmas celebrates Christmas.  We have Christmas trees, Christmas lights, Christmas presents, and for believers, the celebration of Christ’s birth.

 

Happy Holidays celebrates . . . what?

 

What holiday?  What traditions?  What exactly does happy holidays celebrate?

 

Only one person responded.  “Happy holidays celebrates diversity.”

 

Ah, so Diversity is the Grinch, then.  But wait.  That premise raises more questions than provides answers.  Diversity of what? I wondered.  Of faiths?  Of traditions?  Of beliefs?  Heritage?

 

I thought about this overnight, and awakened still thinking about it this morning, and, while I am admittedly a simple woman and not a grand thinker or theologian, I have no choice but to respectfully disagree—diversity is not the Grinch—and I disagree on the simplest of grounds.  The basic premise tagging it is flawed in an evident but telltale way.

 

Between Christmas, Ramadan, Yom Kippur, Diwali and Vesak Puja, the world’s major religions are pretty well represented.  And yet on none of the other days do you hear or see “Happy Holidays” substituted.  Only Christmas.  If diversity were the Grinch co-opting Christmas, then wouldn’t the others cited be co-opted as well?

 

I have many friends of many faiths and none seem intimidated by Christmas.  Many wish me a merry Christmas, respecting my faith though it differs from their own.  I wish them good tidings on their special days.  It’s mutual respect.  Oh, there are some who oppose any religion or anyone exercising it, though that’s a direct violation of rights under our laws.  (You can express your freedom of religion but can’t infringe on anyone else’s right to express theirs.)  Yet those people aren’t the Grinch.  They opt out not co-opt.  That’s their choice, also under our laws.

 

I muddled through a lot of other potential candidates but for one reason or another all were flawed and not the Grinch—until I reached apathy.

 

It’s no secret that there’s been a war on Christmas and on faith itself in this country.  When students in grade school are viewing films that violate the spirit of America by instructing kids to rely on their government and put their faith in mother earth, that war is clear.  When God can’t be mentioned—bizarre for a country that printed the Bible as its first book for the purpose of teaching it to children in school—and we allow it, that’s apathy.

 

And so under the guise and pretext of not offending anyone, the war isn’t limited to Christmas but is expanded to faith.  Many wish to make America a godless nation, and they’re unfortunately meeting with some success.  But they’re not doing it by fighting huge battles.  No, it’s more insidious than that.  They’re fighting the war by nudging, by suggesting that we be politically correct to the point that our citizens become muddled and unsure of what is proper and acceptable and so they take the “safe” route that’s prescribed to not be offensive.  Battle won, and then it’s on to the next battle with the next nudge.

 

The Grinch is apathy.  Because we are a good people who don’t want to offend.  And nudge by nudge, things we embrace and believe, longstanding traditions and expressions of faith, are eroded and fade away.  In cases, even the memory of them disappears; history is being rewritten to obliterate and assure the battle need not be fought again.  

Many among us wake up one day and are shocked to see these special things gone.  Surprised at the animosity generated in simply wishing someone a merry Christmas.  Startled at the controversy over lighting a Christmas tree.  Stupefied at the disdain shown on offering someone a Christmas gift, much less at celebrating the birth of the ultimate gift God gave in offering us His son.

 Apathy.

We hear much on the news that is worrisome.  Over and again we’re told the world is a dangerous place.  While that is true, it is also true that nudges and suggestions of this ilk are equally dangerous.  Losing our heritage, forfeiting our traditions and getting muddled about who we are and why we are who we are—those are more dangerous.  When you gut the spirit out of America, what do you have left?

 

You have a people with no spirit, no roots, no compass.  What then do you possess to face personal or worldly adversaries?  Think about it.  What is left?  Despair?  Hopelessness?  Living life overwhelmed and helpless?  That’s in direct contradiction to what God wants for us and in what most of us want.  But it and worse is what an apathetic society gets.

 

And unfortunately, what’s left is more nudging and suggesting.  What’s left is more apathy, the Grinch behind the Christmas Co-op. 

 

Nudging back with wishes for much joy and many blessings to you and yours this Christmas season,

 

Vicki

 

 

 

 

 

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The World Can’t Take Away Anything the World Did Not Give

© 2011, Vicki Hinze
WARNING:  This is a no-edit zone…
 
 
 

At certain times of the year, we think more about life in general and our lives specifically than at other times.  We remember Christmases past, we remember many of our “firsts,” we remember those we love dearly who are no longer with us.

 

We recall traditions and funny events, we recall specific situations or circumstances, and we recall the glory days of the way things once were but are no more.

 

This year, many of us are in a mess.  We’ve lost our jobs, our homes, the lives and lifestyles we worked hard to build.  We also face an uncertain future.  For many, this is an era of times that try men’s souls—and women’s and children’s souls, too.

 

But we know from experience that circumstances change, eras come and go, and our present will soon become part of our past.  Our future is yet to be determined, and yet when we’re mired in muck, we have a hard time remembering that we are the masters of that destiny.

 

We get caught up in the ways of the world, following the hierarchy of needs, and forget that the planning and preparing we do today go a long way toward manifesting the future we have tomorrow.  We forget that while attitude won’t fill an empty belly or put shelter over a head, it will create a circumstance where we can fill our bellies and shelter our heads.  Attitude matters.

 

When we’re soaring and things are going well, we don’t often stop to think about our basic needs.  But when those basic needs are threatened or taken or lost, we think about little else.

 

It is in the troubled times that we have the greatest opportunities.  We can hit the reset button without fear of losing much—it’s already gone.  We can dare to take risks, to follow a dream, to consider ourselves positioned for a grand adventure.  We can start fresh.  Maybe the life we created was comfortable but unfulfilling.  Maybe we felt more like we were stuck on a treadmill or in a mouse’s maze but thought we had too much to lose to suffer the discomforts of starting over fresh in something that to us represents the brass ring.

 

There is no one brass ring.  Ten people have ten brass rings.  It’s unique and individual to each of us, just as our own definition of success is unique to us.  That is a blessing because it takes us all, it takes all our brass rings to create the whole we all enjoy.

 

When the world takes things away, remember that what it takes is limited.  The world can’t take what it doesn’t give.  It can’t take what is yours by right, endowed on you by your Creator.

The ways of the world are not God’s ways.  We’re told it, reminded of it, and if we imprint it on our hearts, we’ll have the tools we need to come out of crisis.  When bad things happen, we blame fate, blame others, blame entities.  But the truth is, that while others and entities might have contributed to our challenges, we embraced them.

 

We bought the home that stretched our budget, maxed out the credit card on things we couldn’t afford, elected to stay laid off for the maximum time we drew unemployment benefits.  Maybe we weren’t totally aware of the path to destruction we were walking, but we did choose to walk it.  We didn’t realize that by drawing those benefits so long we’d render ourselves unmarketable and need new skills.  That the interest on that credit card would soar and grow to a seemingly bottomless pit.

 

Perhaps others weren’t as forthright as they could have been, but we were active participants and since this is our life, we are ultimately responsible for it.  It isn’t fate or others or entities who suffer the consequences.  It is us.  And therefore, we learn that in all endeavors, before we participate, we should ask ourselves if things go well or wrong, who suffers the greatest consequences.

 

If we’re in a tough spot, and so many of us are, we realize that simple truth now, and we’re struggling to find a way to a better future.   But before we focus on that future, we should focus on our present.  On the things that remain when the world has taken all it can take from us.

 

What do we have left?

 

We have Life.  Where there is life, there is hope.  That didn’t get to be a common saying for the sake of itself but because it is true.  Life carries hope because so long life exists, change is possible.  We can change.  We can start over, start fresh, begin again.

 

We have Faith.  God rejoices with us when we make wise choices, and weeps with and carries us when we make bad choices.  He never abandons us, even if we have ignored Him for years—or forever.  He eagerly awaits us turning to Him and longs for us to return to Him.  When we walk with God, we might falter, but He does not.  He guides our path and is with us even when we deny Him.  He remains.  In good or bad times, or times when we’re so mired and lost we don’t even know what to ask for or what we need to find our way.  God knows.  Faith sustains us and fosters whatever we need to find our way.

 

We have Knowledge.  Of wrongs we’ve committed, errors we’ve made, flaws in us and in others that we gave authority in our lives.  And because we have knowledge, we have the chance for fresh starts—not just today, but every day.  Any minute of any day we can choose to start over.  Every minute, every day.  We have the opportunity and the wisdom to begin again.

 

We have Humility.  We know now we can break because we have broken.  But we also know that we can survive breaking and we can heal.  God specializes in healing the broken and in making crooked places straight, and He loves nothing more than us.  We look back through our lives and say that He won’t bother; we’ve broken ourselves so many times before, but wisdom and knowledge dispute that.  He remains forever.  We can break and break and break—no matter how many times we break—He is always with us and because there is no greater love than His love for us, He is the way, the truth and the light.  We can trust Him in all things, and He will always be there for us.  No step we take or move we make is made without Him.  Sometimes we walk in His grace, sometimes we walk in our free will choices, but He is there.

 

We have gratitude.  Gratitude for all that remains.  Gratitude for dignity, self-respect, honor, courage, bravery.  Gratitude for the ability to endure and suffer and grow wiser and stronger.  Gratitude for being broken, because in having done so, we know we have the ability to patch ourselves together, heal, pick ourselves up and begin again—this time, wiser and stronger and more armed with all the things we now know remain and can’t be taken away unless we choose to give them away.  Gratitude for experience.

 

The world can’t take any of these things or many others, nor can it take our thoughts and dreams and our willingness to humble ourselves before God and men.  The world can’t take any of these things because it doesn’t own them.  Neither did the world bestow them on us.

 

These things are divine gifts, as are our special abilities and skills.  Our purpose.  And with divine gifts, even when we are in turmoil, we also know contentment and peace.  We know trust.

 

If in exercising our free will, we trust God, then He directs our steps on a new path.  A better path.  On that leads to a life better than the one that shattered and left us broken.  An everlasting life.  Eternal life.

 

And we take that path knowing we are never alone.

 

That, dear friends, is grace.  Grace in action.  And grace is the most sacred of all the gifts bestowed on us by the Divine that the world can’t touch much less take away because the world didn’t give it.  It is a gift of the heart from a loving Father and it is ours forever.

 

Blessings,

Vicki

 

 

 

 

 

 

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CHRISTIANS AND CORRUPTION

© 2011, Vicki Hinze

WARNING:  This is a no-edit zone….

 

The news is rife with stories on corruption right now.  Investigation upon investigation is underway.  Story upon story breaks of corruption—money for payback on political support, political supporters receiving special favors, including the subordination of governmental loans, congressional members purportedly cashing in via insider trading tactics—there are so many mentions and reports of corruption it’s hard to keep them all straight and even harder not to be overwhelmed and feel hopeless for the fate of our nation.

 

Each person has a voice and has the right and opportunity to use it to oppose corruption on a national scale.  That is a freedom we enjoy and many of us exercise it.  Yet corruption isn’t simply a matter of corruption on a grand scale, it is also a matter of personal corruption and responsibility and accountability.  And if you’re a Christian, you have a greater responsibility to oppose it.  The following verse is a guide for Christians, and also a warning:

 

“If they have escaped the corruption of the world by knowing our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and are again entangled in it and are overcome, they are worse off at the end than they were at the beginning.”  –2 Peter 2:19-21

 

Studying that verse in the context of the bigger picture—beyond self and into family, community, then nation—we see the responsibility we all bear, but the greater accountability on corruption on believers.

 

Note that “escaped.”  That is a precise word, selected no doubt for a specific reason.  We are all vulnerable.  We all face temptation.  If we are disciplined enough and fortunate enough to resist—it is a choice we make—then we have escaped the challenges associated with corruption and the resulting consequences of it.  How many times have we heard that the cover-up was worse than the crime?  There’s a reason for that.

 

You don’t have one corrupt act and then that’s the end of it.  No, it’s like ripples on the water and the problems associated with the original act just widen, broaden and deepen.

 

Before we dare to think we’re not and never have been corrupt, we need to review our actions.  Ever accidentally walk out of a store with something you intended to purchase and not go back in and pay for it?  Ever accept the wrong amount of change and not return it?  Ever note that something got missed and didn’t appear on your bill but not mention it to the sales clerk?  What about getting a reduced price on something that shouldn’t have been reduced and not telling the cashier that your bill was less than you know it should be?  Ever buy something from someone, owe payments on it, and just never repay them?

 

But those are just money-related corruptions.  What about cheating on a test?  Copying someone else’s work?  Taking credit for someone else’s idea?  Claiming something to be true that isn’t true?  Rationalizing something you’ve done to justify doing something you shouldn’t have done?  All of those things, and so many more, are corruption, too.

 

If you don’t know Christ and you do not escape corruption, that’s bad.  But if you know Christ and don’t escape corruption, that’s worse.  Why?

 

Because you know what you’re doing is wrong and you choose to defy Christ and do that wrong thing anyway.

 

We can forgive a child who makes a mistake.  The child is an innocent with no malicious intent and simply knows no better.  We are not absolved but are required to teach the child better so that in future the child has the knowledge and wisdom to protect him/herself.

 

You know I’m a simple woman, so I break big concepts into bites to digest.  Okay, so a simple example to illustrate what I mean.

 

If a child touches a hot stove, the intent isn’t to harm the stove or to take advantage of the stove.  It’s far more likely that the child is simply curious.  Those of us who know if the stove is hot the child will be burned have a responsibility to warn the child that the stove could be hot and s/he could be hurt so s/he shouldn’t touch it.

 

Simple, yes.  True, yes.  If we have no intent to harm (the intentions in the heart make a huge difference in our spiritual responsibility) and we do not understand the spiritual consequences of our actions, then we are not dealt with as harshly as if our intentions are malicious and we do know those spiritual consequences and we act on them anyway.

 

When you know Christ (are aware [accessing His wisdom and knowledge]) and what you’re doing violates, and you choose to do it anyway (intention [exercising your free will choice]), then you’re held to a higher standard and are held more accountable because you do not have the innocence of a child.

You know better and act deliberately.  That makes your actions more corrupt.

 

I’ve been thinking about this a great deal, as I’m sure many of you have, with word of corruption being in our faces at every turn.  In the grand scheme of things we have and use our voices, and that is good.  But we must also, I believe, start at home, start with us.

 

Christ loved the church—His people—and he despised corruption.  We saw His reaction to it at the Temple when he upturned tables and expressed His outrage at the moneychangers for their disrespect.  They were corrupt, dishonoring God.

 

In every life, every day, we are tempted.  We make choices.  And our choices carry consequences far beyond what they might appear at first glance.  We need to look deeper.  To really think about our actions and reactions.  To weigh the real costs of corruption in our lives.

 

Joel Osteen gave a sermon once that spoke of expecting the best.  He talked of being our best and doing our best.  Of not settling but encouraging us to continue to aspire to be our best selves.  There’s much wisdom in that advice.  Note that we’re not passive people in the process.  We’re engaged, working at being and doing our best.  We’re aspiring, planning, striving.

 

I believe that corruption exists in our society because we tolerate it.  If we didn’t tolerate it, it would stop.  That’s not idealism, that’s practical impact.  If the consequences of corruption were steep, few would willingly pay them.  Instead, they’d modify their behavior and make wiser choices.

 

The challenge is we’ve been negligent in enforcing consequences.  And doesn’t that too reek of corruption?

 

When we neglect to enforce consequences, we suffer a kind of diminishing return effect.  It’s again like a child.  If s/he asks for something and you say no, then no it is.  But if the child asks again and again until you say yes, then you have a diminished return on no.  It doesn’t mean anything because you’ve trained the child to nag you until you give in—and experience has taught that child that you will.

 

In this, there is the problem but there is also the complication of the problem which is the lack of enforcement.  And while it’s easy to relate the real costs of corruption in physical terms, there are far more emotional costs and more still, as Peter told us, in spiritual terms.

 

The answer can’t be dictated or legislated.  It has to begin within.  In the mind and heart of each person.  We have to gather wisdom and knowledge and then choose.

 

I’m working through this and the more I do, the more I see that every person has a direct relationship to the problem.  To do nothing is doing something.

 

As it seems is so often the case, the examination of the challenge begins with the individual.  Striving to make wiser choices, ones that are in line with Christ’s teachings, ones that do not minimalize consequences or suppress them.

 

From the time I was a little girl, my folks used to repeat the “every action causes a reaction” and the one about cause and effect.  I wonder if people aren’t hearing those warnings anymore.  I wonder if the elders aren’t speaking them.

 

I spoke to a friend on this subject this morning and she said that the still small voice we hear inside warns even those who aren’t believers that right is right and wrong is wrong.

 

The temptation is to agree.  But I agree from the point who has had a lifetime of lessons and guidance on a path of faith.  To me, that’s the Holy Spirit guiding me.  Communicating with God.  Yet I wonder for those who don’t have a basis—far too many are strangers to God and His Word—how those people identify that still, small voice.  I wonder if they do instinctively know right from wrong when so many in influential capacities have lost their way and broken with even basic ethics, morals and values.

 

I know we’re poorer for it.  As individuals, as a society, as a nation.

 

But we’re not all lost or hopeless or helpless.  Our nation is ill; no disputing that.  But it can be healed and we’re told of the restoration that will come as a result.

 

In that too, we’re not passive.  We have to do our part and turn away from corruption and call down those who are corrupt.  We need to use our voices constructively so that we might heal and then our land.

 

Blessings,

Vicki

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THE MEANING OF THANKSGIVING is a national treasure, one that is worth recalling and reflecting on so that we don’t take it for granted or simply come to think of it as the day before Black Friday.  What is offered in the day of Thanksgiving to our nation and its people is far more precious.

When we seek the truth about the holiday, there is no one better to explain it than the source, the father and first elected president of our nation.

Here, in his own words, is what President George Washington had to say about it:

 

“Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor – and Whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me “to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.

“Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be – That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks – for his kind care and protection of the People of this country previous to their becoming a Nation – for the signal and manifold mercies, and the favorable interpositions of his providence, which we experienced in the course and conclusion of the late war –for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty, which we have since enjoyed – for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national One now lately instituted, for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which he hath been pleased to confer upon us.

“And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions – to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually – to render our national government a blessing to all the People, by constantly being a government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed – to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shewn kindness unto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord – To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and Us – and generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

“Given under my hand at the City of New York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789.

“G.O. WASHINGTON.”

May the traditional spirit of Thanksgiving be a blessing to you and yours.  And in these times that try souls and make us weary, may we remember to hold fast to an attitude of gratitude.  For all our flaws and challenges,  ours is an exceptional nation.  At times, we lose our way, and we forget who we are.  But we have the opportunity to remember today.

My special Thanksgiving prayer is that we read the words of our founder and recall who we are and, most importantly, whose we are.

 

 

Blessings,

Vicki

 

 

 

 

EMBRACE THE SPIRIT

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2011
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© 2008-2011, Vicki Hinze

Nearly ten years ago, after a horrific accident that took months of recovery and left slight permanent damage, I wrote an email to myself that contained a daily spiritual post.  That was years before I started My Faith Zone and began sharing those messages with others.  Between then and now, I’ve had computer crashes where I’ve lost everything and my multiple backups corrupted or failed.  So I’ve lost a lot of my earlier material.

But today I opened my computer to start the day, and glanced down the left at the folders.  And there I saw this post.  I have no idea what glitch spared it or put it in a folder, for that matter, but I took it as a sign to share it.

 

EMBRACE THE SPIRIT

 

In reading, the verse resonating with me this morning is:  “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”   —2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)

So today, the verse I’m going to repeat throughout the day is:  “You must not fear them, for the LORD your God Himself fights for you.”   —Deuteronomy 3:22 NKJV)

 Why is this resonating so strongly right now?

Seeking.  I’m not sure, but maybe because reaching my goal took two decades.  I sabotaged myself by letting fear and doubt rule me.  God doesn’t work in that environment–it shows an absence of trust in Him and in faith.  But I didn’t see that, so everything that could go wrong did.  It wasn’t anyone else’s fault.  It was mine.  I was undisciplined, long on letting fear and doubt rule and short on trust and faith in Him.  I missed that then, though I see it clearly now.

Not that there weren’t signs.  There were plenty of them.  I was just too busy to notice or worse, I noticed and ignored them.

I suppose the strongest signal–one I actually stopped long enough to really note and thought, “Mmm, this is important.  I need to pay attention to this” was after Mom died and right before the fall.  What I remember most about that time was despair.  I was so weary of grief and feeling bad all the time and of struggling.  Everything seemed to be a struggle. I stood at the breaking point, ready to give up.  Not on life, but on me.

And then things got worse.

That’s always the way it happens.  They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and maybe it does.  Grieving and despairing, I got distracted and fell down an entire flight of stairs, slammed into a wall at the bottom and hit so hard it threw me back against the stairs and I cracked my head.  I thought I was going to die, and I could have.  Hubby was stunned I was alive and by the look on his face, I knew I was in real trouble.

I hurt everywhere at one time.  He called out to God. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.  My entire right side, my neck and back was on fire.  Horrific pain.  All of my muscles in severe spasm.  I felt a rubber band type snap in my chest—a rib breaking.  I lay there in a heap thinking, Breathe.  You’ve got to breathe.  It was awful.  I’ve had surgeries that didn’t hurt as much or as intensely.

At the hospital, the problems that loomed huge earlier faded under the fear of fighting for my life, and I began praying for healing.

Fear and doubt came roaring in, insisting I would not be healed, I would die.  From the level of pain they might have been right, but this time I refused to listen.  For maybe the first time, I banished fear and doubt, defied boundaries and limitations imposed by reason and emotion, and I surrendered in total faith to God.

The ER doctor reviewed the x-rays.  The good news, he said, was nothing had been broken.  I asked if he was sure—I’d felt that rib break.  He checked again and said there was a break in my rib, but it was an old one that had already healed.

I hadn’t had a broken rib before, and now I had a healed one.  I also had separated the muscles from the chest wall and wrecked my right arm, wrist, hand, knee and foot.  It was a miserable few months, but I went through them knowing that rib had been healed, and in His time, in His way, the rest of me would be too.

That recovery wasn’t easy, it wasn’t a snap.  It was a process.  But He carried me through it and fear and doubt lost its command over me.  I learned to trust God.  Regardless of the outcome, if my trust is in Him, the results will be of His choosing.

I learned that there are no limits for those who reject fear and doubt and trust in God.  It is as is written in Matthew 19: 25-27:  “Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

So today I remind myself and ask us both–you and me:  When trouble comes, as it will, do I turn to God first, or as a last resort?  Do I let fear and doubt rule me, or do I deliberately trust God?

I wish I could say that I do not fear or doubt.  But I’m human, flawed to the core, and I do at times fear and doubt.  But now I’m aware.  I know that fear and doubt can be tools to help us and not just ones that sabotage or hold us back.  And I know that telling the difference in healthy fear or doubt and unhealthy fear or doubt can be hard.  That is, hard for me.

But I also know now that if I turn whatever it is over to God and trust Him, I’m in safe hands.  He always knows the difference and always acts for our greater good.

Blessings,

Vicki

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NOTES

Before the White Rose isn’t free at Kindle anymore, but Amazon does have it discounted.

Amazon also has discounted both the paper and Kindle editions of Beyond the Misty Shore.  I don’t know for how long.  But one is discounted 29% and the other 35%.  This was a pleasant surprise to me, and I hope it will be to you, too.

 

 

 

New Interview on Family Fiction.

 

 

 

 

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Today it was my turn to blog at Christians Read.  So I’ve done so and wanted to let you know that if you’re interested, you can read the blog post there.  The URL is http://christiansread.wordpress.com.

Blessings,

 

Vicki

 

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Note:  If there are typos or errors, please ignore them.  I wrote this, but if I read it again, I’ll never send it.  So I ask for your indulgence.

 

Wrestling with Death

 

© 2011, Vicki Hinze

 

WARNING:  This is a no-edit zone…

 

Fourteen years ago today, my mother died.  It rocked my world.

 

You see, after my father passed away nine years earlier, my mother came to live with Hubby, the kids and me.  We loved her being here.  She had special things that she did with each of us, and her special way of doing the things she did.

 

She’d been sick for over six months, most of which she spent in the hospital, just before her death.  Those were hard times—or so I thought.  But the truth is, I hadn’t gotten to the really hard times yet.  Those came after her passing.

 

For weeks I could still smell that hospital, sick smell on my skin.  No amount of soap removes it.  I felt totally out of sorts, as if I should be doing something only there was nothing left to do.  I ran full-out all six months.  Now, there was comforting to do, arrangements to handle, but not the 24/7 required during the hospital time.  And that left chores like going through her things.  Her beloved baseball caps, her suede boots in neon orange, lime green and stark purple.  Her, “I’m not old.  I’m a recycled teenager” sweatshirt.  It was her favorite.

 

I couldn’t let go of anything.  I’m a black and white, brown and cream, and navy kind of gal.  It isn’t that I would use these things or let anyone else use them.   They were such a part of her… I just couldn’t let go.

 

Months would pass before I could touch her books or jewelry or walk into her room and not feel totally overwhelmed at the absence of her in my daily life.  Months before I could speak of her without weeping.  Months before something would happen, and I’d rush to tell her only to realize at the door to her room that she was no longer there.

 

About a year after her passing, I recall standing upstairs at the back door to the deck looking out in total despair.  The pain was still fresh, raw, and I thought, “If this is all there is, it’s not worth it.”  Nothing mattered.  Not really.  The grief had taken over everything good and it had won.

 

I’d never experienced that before, and haven’t since, but at that moment, it was honest and it was real.  It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life—and it’s had a lot of competition for the spot.  Bleak, dark, and not a hint of light.  It was just awful.

 

What was worse was that I knew I had to get past that, and the sooner the better.  Lingering in that state of mind will drive you mad.  I don’t know if it literally does, but who wanted to hang around to find out?  Problem was, I had no idea how to do it.

 

It was the proverbial darkest night.

Then something I still can’t explain happened.

 

A year or more before she got sick, my mother gave me a book.  She said for me not to read it then, but later.  I’d know when.  I shelved the book in my upstairs office in a case against the left wall.  I stood near the right wall, looking outside over the deck, feeling completely empty.  Just drained of everything, too soul weary to even pray.

 

I turned from the door and my elbow hit something atop a little case and knocked it to the floor.  It was the book.  The one that had been across the room in the left bookcase.

 

I didn’t move the book to the little case.  No one else had been upstairs in my office.  No one else was even in the house.  I have no idea how it moved, I only know that it wasn’t where it’d been, and yet I’d knocked it to the floor.  I picked it up and an envelope had been tucked inside.   My mother had written on it:  “I love you.”  And she’d signed it, “Mama.”

 

That’s significant because I called her Jen.  I had for many years.  Her name was Edna.  But somewhere years ago, I decided she should be Jen and called her that the rest of her life.  My dad used to call her Lucy.  It was a family tradition.

 

But when I was hurt.  When I was brokenhearted.  When I was half out of my mind in pain, I called her Mama.  Not Mom, not Mother, but Mama.

 

I read the book.  It spoke of all I was feeling.  It spoke of things I had written about, pulling on imagination but in real terms.  Cellular memory?  I can’t say.  I wrote them having no knowledge of these things and yet here they were in this book.

 

Others might read it and it mean nothing to them.  But to me, it was my mother reaching back to me to show me the path forward.  In the space of hours, I went from numb and nothingness to something that meant everything.  And once I opened to healing, Christ the Comforter stepped in.

 

I won’t say I healed overnight.  I think losing a parent is something you don’t get over.  You just learn how to cope and let yourself live.

 

We all know the cycle of life requires death and offers rebirth.  Knowing and living it are two different things.  Grief is merciless and it will shred your soul if it gets the chance.  But if given the chance, Christ will carry you.

 

The Comforter doesn’t remove you from grief or loss or death, but He suffers through it with you.  Carries you when you can’t walk, holds you while you cry, and whispers words of hope into your ear.  He stays with you, supporting, loving you not just until your tears dry and hope ignites, but all the days of your life.

 

Mothers never stop giving.  Mine passed thirteen years ago today, but her gifts, like a message scrawled on an empty envelope in book I should read later, like in the memories of all she was, remain.

Today, I celebrate her life.  I still miss her.  I’ll always miss her.  And that’s as it should be.  She was a wonderful woman.  Bright, compassionate, loving.  A woman who lived her faith, spent her life serving others, and defied death to reach out and comfort her daughter one last time.  She’s passed, and yet she lives in me every day of my life.  In my memories, in all she taught me, and in my heart.

 

I know that other Christians will read this and understand that my reaction to her death wasn’t exactly typical.  I wasn’t comforted that she had gone home, that she would be with Christ, that she could rest with God.  If she had been in pain, perhaps I would have felt those things, but she wasn’t.  I felt I’d lost my mother and my daughter at once.  The spiritual journey is a hard one, and often times we see things in ourselves we find lacking.  The solace is that in leaving me that note, she sent me back to Christ and, even as flawed as I am, He stood waiting.

 

Blessings,

 

Vicki