Why We Can’t Afford to Mistake Kindness as Weakness Anymore by Vicki Hinze

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We’re weary of people who do not say what they mean and mean what they say. We want truth and honesty. We don’t want belligerence. We don’t want rude. And we don’t want weak people manipulating us by paying lip service.


The problem is, people have been so busy being politically correct that they’ve stopped being honest because they fear being shot down, demoralized, or destroyed. We once lived in a civil society where reasonable people could disagree without retribution. But those days fell to the PC police and those who make such rules that the rest of us—whether or not we agree—feel compelled to follow to survive. Now, collectively, people have gotten a bellyful of biting their tongues, having their character maligned, and seeing their views tromped, and they’re retaliating. That push-and-pull, fueled by anger and disgust, gives us a society highly charged on all sides.


Of course, conduct is markedly different. As a result of our experiences, we are markedly different. The challenge for us all is in how we are different. That can make it difficult for us to unite as a civil society, which is necessary if we are to survive intact as a civil society. The bottom line is we need each other—all sides—and we need to recognize that all sides have value in the collective whole of us.


One of the biggest challenges facing us is this division and polarization. We’re into the second generation of self-indulgence, and that, while gratifying perhaps personally, does not serve us well collectively. It blinds us to the merits of temperance, tolerance, and appropriate public conduct. It encourages us to mistake kindness for weakness. And that mindset leads to destruction—if we stay on that path.


We don’t have to, and many don’t want to, stay on that path. But we aren’t sure how we got on it in the first place, and we have no idea how to get off it.


The good news is, despite claims of those who like us divided—it’s easier to manipulate us if we’re divided—it’s not that hard to figure out how to fix this challenge. First, we have to understand and accept that the change doesn’t begin elsewhere with others or those in leadership roles. It begins with us.  In our mindset, our attitude, and our personal choices.


Step One is to remember, if we didn’t know, or to discover:  Kindness is not weakness, it’s strength. Here’s why that’s a fact:


It’s easy to bully. We see it all the time. It takes more effort and self-discipline—more strength—to be kind. It’s easy to be kind when faced with kindness. It takes more work to be kind in the face of adversity. More work and more personal control and character.


Martin Luther King had it right. Don’t judge a man by the color of his skin. Judge him by the nature of his character. Why was Dr. King right? Because we all bleed red. A person’s character tells us not just his nature on a specific issue, event, or in a specific circumstance, but the means by which he will decide his stance on other issues, events, and specific circumstances. It tells us what guides his decisions. What principles he uses to guide himself and his actions.


We need to remember or discover: Kindness and respect go together like hand and glove. Kind people are respectful. Of themselves. Of others. Of all views. Kind people listen with an open mind. They don’t shout down or attempt to silence those who disagree with them. They might or might not change their opinion due to what they hear from those who disagree with them. That’s far more likely to happen if they’re treated with respect.


Calling people names and comparing them to some of the worst criminals in history, blaming them for others’ disenchantment doesn’t encourage anyone to hear opposing views much less to listen and be swayed by them. If when engaged, someone is rude, hostile, or violent, then everything they say will be met with resistance and fall on deaf ears.


Facts prove points. Rude and hostile or violent conduct proves the facts are not supporting someone’s points. The person behaving in that way is thought of as weak, or that s/he has an ulterior motive that is disrespectful to his or her own opinions and to the people and their opinions s/he is s trying to change.


Kindness is often mistaken for weakness. It’s not. Kind people fight the battles they consider worth fighting. They don’t feel they must compromise their principles to do it. They don’t feel compelled to fight dirty or to lie and manipulate or threaten. The truth holds up under logic and reason, and truth is sufficient to battle and win.


Weakness is the refusal to fight. Or forcing others to fight for you while you keep your own hands clean and yourself out of the fray. Weakness is the fear of fighting and losing what you want and are trying to get. Weakness is the sit back and do nothing response—to protect yourself from criticism, being targeted, from losing ground.


The most weak are those who double-speak to divert attention from the truth to lessen the pressure on themselves. Included in that group are those who set up others to take blame for them. That’s weak and cowardly.


The weak are immobilized by fear. They’re motivated by want but stymied by flawed logic, misinformation, the absence of facts, or by the deliberate misrepresentation of facts. The weak fail to do their own homework to assure they have command of the truth, the facts as they are and not as they or others wish them to be, and too often they ignore inconvenient truths because those truths do not support their position or fit the narrative they choose to support their personal agendas.


We need to remember or discover: that we all suffer self-inflicted wounds. There isn’t anyone who hasn’t made mistakes. Who hasn’t done—or thought of doing—something questionable to protect themselves and ended up hurting themselves and/or others.


There was a time when we remembered we’re all flawed before we went into attack-mode. There was a time when we understood the value of decorum and civility. A time when we gave others the benefit of doubt before acting as their judge and jury, eagerly convicting them. A time when we gave others the forgiveness and grace we knew we would one day be asking for from them. We knew that day would come because we’re human, and, for humans, that day always comes.


But things are different now. We are a divided society. We’re now in the second generation of being a divided society. Some have deliberately perpetuated that division, and collectively, we’ve allowed it. The fault for the division isn’t theirs, it’s ours. We condoned it and, because we did, we own it.


Yet that doesn’t mean we must continue to own it. That we can’t realize that unless we stop focusing on what divides us and start focusing on what unites us, we will follow the path of those before us who have embraced division. Remember the warning in the quote:  A house divided falls?  That applies to society as well. It’s happened over and again throughout history. We need not repeat it, and make that lethal mistake our mistake.


That inconvenient truth, our division, puts us and our society, at a crossroad. We can divide and fall, or we can unite and prosper. It’s our choice.


The path to uniting isn’t easy. Much has been done to make it difficult because our division served an agenda for others who put their needs before the needs of our society. Recognizing that, as individuals, we must decide which side of the fence we want to be on—the Dividers or the Uniters. None can straddle the fence. That results in certain destruction.


We decide, and we can find our way back to a civil society where all are respected and diverse opinions make us stronger, for then we explore all possibilities and adopt the strongest of the strong.


The first step to uniting is to decide to unite. The second is to respect your decision and yourself, and then to respect others. To jumpstart respect is to identify and embrace the differences in kindness and weakness.


So far, we’ve blown it. We’ve failed to recall or discover that we all have the capacity to be kind and strong or to be weak and destructive. But the beauty of being a free society is that we can choose at any time, on any minute of any day—a thousand times a day—to stop wherever we are and start over. Looking at how far we’ve fallen, and how many of us have hit bottom and are floundering in a pit of despair, we’re way overdue for a fresh start.  So how do we do it?


Be kind. Be respectful. Be civil. To yourself and to others. All others. Treat everyone with the dignity and grace that you, at some time, are going to need and hope you receive.


A fresh start is that simple—and exactly that difficult.


It takes incredible strength to be kind and to unite. But we’re capable and, if we choose to do it, we have the ability to do it. I’m certain of it. Why? Because we know the difference between kindness and weakness—and that’s why we can’t afford to mistake one for the other anymore.*





© 2015, Vicki Hinze. Hinze is the award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of nearly thirty novels in a variety of genres including, suspense, mystery, thriller, and romantic or faith-affirming thrillers. Her latest release is The Marked Bride, Shadow Watchers, Book 1. She holds a MFA in Creative Writing and a Ph.D. in Philosophy, Theocentric Business and Ethics. Hinze’s online community: Facebook. Books. Twitter. Contact.www.vickihinze.com. Subscribe to Vicki’s Newsletter.


Spiritual Hunger by Vicki Hinze

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We spend a lot of time in our lives seeking our path. Whether we sense or know there is a plan or a purpose for us, or we flounder and drift uncertain, we seek. That inner cry for fulfillment hits us all—sometimes really hard, and sometimes really often.

When we’re young, we think we have all the answers, but the older we get, the more we realize we don’t. We grasp that we don’t even know all the questions and that, when we settle into old age, we still won’t. We grasp that more happens in our spiritual lives and to us on subliminal levels than occurs in them physically and emotionally combined. And the older we get, the more we realize that those spiritual things most matter because they impact us for a much longer period of time. It’s the difference in a lifetime and eternity. The physical grabs our immediate attention because it is just that: immediate and easily recognized.

If we’re hungry, we feel it. And the hungrier we are, the more demanding our bodies become for food. We feel pangs. Then our stomachs growl and, if food isn’t ingested, the hunger pains grow stronger and stronger until we eat.

Spiritual hunger is more subtle but travels the same kind of path. It can be as faint as a whisper, a longing sigh. As we become more aware of it, it can grow from a fleeting thought or a heart prick to a deep desire or steady craving. Spiritual hunger can grow as intense as a relentless yearning that resides so deep inside us we can’t tell where it starts or stops, only that there isn’t a cell in our bodies that is unaware of it, and we know the same way that we know the sun will rise each morning that the yearning will continue to yawn and stretch and grow. It won’t be satisfied until we’re fulfilled and content.

That’s when most of us realize we aren’t beginning our spiritual journey, we’ve been on it for a long time. But unlike before, the hunger is no longer subtle. Now we feel it, recognize it. We know what it is we’re seeking. We might not name it as spiritual hunger. More often than not, we address it as wanting our lives to have meaning. Wanting to do something, to be something. Our legacy…

Then comes the inevitable what. What do we want? What will give our lives meaning? What is it specifically that we need to do or to become to find the inner peace we’re seeking? What will it take for us to be content?

It’s rare for a person to know exactly what that something is, though it does happen. Now and then, we’ll meet someone who says, I’ve always wanted to do x or to be y. Most of us haven’t had that certainty. We’ve wanted to do or be many things, and we eventually find something that stirs us enough to stick with it and then we do that thing or embrace and become whatever it is that fuels that desire or interest in us.

We think that finally we’ve found our feet, our place in the world, and we settle into our niche. And for a time, we might be content. But the day inevitably comes when we feel a stirring. We need—not want, need—more. What more? Often we can’t answer that. But we know that something is missing. Something just isn’t doing it for us. We should be happy, content, joyful. We should love our lives, and yet…

Maybe we like our life—at least, most of the time. And we think that, for real life, most of the time is pretty good. Everyone we’ve ever known has ups and downs, and if we have more ups than downs, that’s success, isn’t it? A live being well-lived?

We wonder, work at convincing ourselves, and yet that nag of a stirring persists, keeps us aware that deep inside in a place we can’t point to, there’s an empty space. A tiny hollow. Oh, it’s just a little thing. We need to just not think about it. We ignore it, shove it away, or try nine hundred physical things to cure ourselves of it. We’re determined to be happy. Content. Fulfilled.

But the empty space stretches, yawns, and grows, and with little fanfare or even much notice, the tiny hollow morphs into a honeycomb with tons of hollows. We ask ourselves, won’t I ever figure out why I feel this way? Won’t I ever be at peace with myself?

We were warned that we would always face trials—they’re a natural occurrence and part of life. And a wise Apostle warned us to learn to be content wherever we are. That raises questions, doesn’t it? If we’re feeling all this inner turmoil—niggle to nag—how can we be content?

Well, maybe the answer is in why we’re spiritually hungry. Why we feel it, I mean.

Maybe spiritual hunger is to remind us (and to keep reminding us) that we have needs that go far beyond the physical, and those spiritual needs can’t be ignored any more so than physical ones can be ignored and us sustain life. There’s a huge difference between living and really living, and we know it. In one, we exist. In the other, we live life abundantly.

An abundant life doesn’t exist without inner peace. And to grow into inner peace—I do believe it’s a process of many steps, not a single step—we must satisfy our spiritual hunger.

How do we do that?

By mirroring what happens in the physical world. When hungry, we eat. When thirsty we drink. We nourish the physical body. So to satisfy spiritual hunger, we eat and drink spiritual food and water.

When that parallel becomes evident, we have an open door. Feed your soul and you’ll find your purpose. Seek your path and you’ll find it.

Whether you’ll take a direct flight or the scenic route depends on what you have and what’ll you need to fulfill your purpose.

We often consider pit stops or diversions unwanted irritants, but they are the means by which we gather the tools and knowledge and abilities—the wisdom—that we’re going to need to fulfill our purpose. We should embrace them instead.

That’s admittedly hard to do at times, but all that’s really required is a perspective shift.

We are not being interrupted. We are being instructed.

We are not being delayed. We’re gathering fuel that will propel us further faster. (You can’t drive a racecar if you haven’t yet learned to ride a bike, right?)

We are not being oppressed. We’re being prepared for progress.

And maybe spiritual hunger is God’s way of reminding us He’s waiting. Ready, willing and able to guide and direct, to instruct and assist. We feel spiritual hunger over and again throughout our lives because, as we grow in knowledge, ability, wisdom and our capabilities increase, we’re able to serve bigger purposes. All are significant. All are worthy. All are essential. Some just require more knowledge, more skills, and more insights than others.

Maybe seeds of discontent that intrude aren’t intended to rattle us or to make us discontent. They’re to signal us to the awakening of new beginnings. New seasons. New opportunities to gather what we need to be truly content.

And when we reflect, we see the spiritual-hunger harbinger might be an uncomfortable harbinger cueing us, but it is also a beacon summoning us nearer to fulfillment, if we’re wise enough to heed the call and embrace the journey.

That Apostle’s intent becomes clear, looking at His “be content wherever you are” from that perspective, and the wisdom of His message spans space, time and distance to aid us now. We should be content wherever we are. It’s all a part of our purpose journey…


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Faith in the Margins by Vicki Hinze

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A short while back, I had a conversation with a devoted believer who is struggling in her personal life and in her professional life.  Usually, we’re stable in one and upset in the other, which gives us a little refuge in the one not in turmoil.  But this time, she got zapped with challenges in both simultaneously leaving her no refuge in either.

We talked, I listened, we talked more, and we prayed together. Later, as I moved from that conversation and situation, I had a hard time shifting focus. Something niggled at me. Some nebulous something I sensed I was missing and I needed to not miss.

The more I thought on it, the more her situation reminded me of other people and other similar situations, and then came to mind the inevitable, Why do the people trying hardest always seem to have the most challenges? I don’t get it. 

I don’t know if life really is that way or it appears that way because the contrast is so stark. I mean, we expect people who seek trouble to find it. But people who are not seeking trouble find it, too, and it, well, sometimes it just seems so unfair.

The moment that phrase crosses my mind, I hear my father’s voice telling me that no one ever said life was fair, and no one ever said it was easy. It isn’t, and it isn’t. Accept it, and live on.

Then I’m reminded that the Bible bluntly tells us we’ll be tried and tested and face hardships and troubles. Each of us.   All of us. But it also promises us we will never be given more than we can handle. And that we’ll never face anythingalone. We just can’t get to a place—physically, emotionally, or spiritually—where we’re beyond God’s reach.

I find enormous comfort in knowing that. Admittedly, I sometimes have wondered if He thought I was stronger, wiser, more capable of handling things than I am. I’ve wondered, and whined and, yes, at times, I’ve crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over my head and hid out from the world for a minute or two to catch my breath because I just knew I wasn’t that strong—not enough to face the challenges pounding me down.

But the challenges remained, so I did what we have to do.  I got up. And I faced them. And, surprise—I got through the challenges. He was right and I was wrong. I was strong enough—with Him—and I’m grateful for it.

One of the things that we hopefully learn with each new challenge is that He has more faith in us than we do. He knows us best—every flaw, every error, every mistake and short-coming—all of it–and yet he still has the greatest faith in us, during good times but also during trials. We doubt.  He’s there with us, cheering us on, trying to get us to see ourselves the way that He sees us.

The first time I considered that, frankly I found it amusing. Well, astonishing that He’d bother, and amusing. I expect we amuse Him often in all the ways our young children amuse us. He knows the outcome before things start. Knows what free will choices we will make and whether or not they’ll be to our detriment or benefit. And I often imagine Him weeping at our poor choices, and delighted by our good choices. Oh, yes. I imagine we do amuse Him often; He loves us.

Yet, following that same line of thought, I can’t deny that we also break His heart. A perfect parent couldn’t not be brokenhearted at seeing His children mess up, harm others, head down the wrong path, or miss his or her destiny due to any of a thousand reasons, including indifference and apathy. Our imperfect parents are heartbroken. We’ve seen their agony, their fears and worries. How much more must our perfect parent, knowing outcomes, be hurt and heartbroken.

Still thinking, I wonder at what hurts most. We all mess up; we’re human. Hurt? Yes. Hurt most? I don’t think so.

I explore this and I come upon those times when we are floundering, lost and in the dark and clueless and yet we fail to turn to Him. I think that must be most difficult for Him. He’s there, waiting for us, eager to help, but can’t intrude uninvited due to the gift to us of free will. I mean, imagine being a parent, seeing your child about to do something that will hurt him/her forever, and you can’t intercede because your child hasn’t informed you, or made you aware, or come to you for help. As parents, we often don’t know. But as the perfect parent with expanded vision and knowledge, He does know.

Definitely heartbreaking. And incredibly difficult. Much, much harder.

You know, when you believe and come upon a trial, often you think, I should be able to handle this. I have the tools. And you do. We all do. But while we have vision, we don’t have the complete big picture. He does. At times I expect that makes things even harder for Him, not easier.

Handling it all on your own as a believer. That’s living with faith in the margins. Going to Him as a last resort instead of right out of the gate. Waiting to see how much you can do before taking your concerns to Him. That’s more “faith in the margins.”

Thinking that you don’t want to bother Him with little things; He has so much to do. Even more faith in the margins.

I give myself a mental thwap!  Do you doubt He can handle all? Seriously?

I don’t.  But the thwap has released an avalanche of random thoughts.  Running in a hundred directions in my mind, I see a multitude of flaws in my thinking. I see that I’ve been getting in my own way, making my challenges more enduring and difficult than they needed to be. I’ve shared them but in case my ramblings are indeed ramblings and are not clear to anyone outside of my mind, let me be blunt on the upshot:

Get out of the margins. Everything about us is of interest to Him. He created us. Nothing we say or do can shock Him or make Him turn His back on us. He’s with us for the long haul.

That puts a twist in the thinking, doesn’t it?  And it sends one scrounging for the bottom line.  Yours could be different, but this one is apparent:

He does not exist with faith in us in the margins. He’s all in, all the time, in all ways. If wise, we’ll follow His example and get out and stay out of the margins in our faith in Him.

All in.

Finally, I think. I’ve identified the objective of this mental journey.

It seems so simple now.

To reap the reward, you must make the journey.

Ah, the niggle reveals yet another gem…


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LOSING IT ALL: Down to the Bare Soul

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Down to the Bare Soul




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Now, more than ever before, I’m hearing from people who have lost everything. They’re feeling hopeless and helpless. Defeated in life, or by life. Some have lost jobs and homes, some have lost their health, and some have lost loved ones. Some just feel lost and overwhelmed and now it’s the holidays and they’re surrounded by cheerful people and are fit to be tied—or worse, despondent. The holiday blues have set in and it’s sucking them into that downward death-spiral. But they don’t have to be stuck. You don’t have to be stuck. Being stuck is a choice. And we can all make other choices.

Look, all of these situations are hard. There’s no sugarcoating it. But when facing the “I’ve lost everything” demon (and it is a demon as you well know if you’ve been through it), you can’t let it drain all that is good out of you and give into despair. Well, you can. But if you do, you’re closing the door and window of opportunity. Actually, doors and windows of opportunities, because losing everything offers multiple doors and multiple windows. You just have to retain the clarity of mind and vision and the courage and heart to see them, recognize what you’re seeing, and then act on them.

That might seem difficult to believe. When you’re down so far you can’t see up with a stepladder and binoculars, it’s pretty hard to believe that anything good still exists in anything. But it does. And that’s not a platitude talking, it’s experience.

I’ve lost everything except my life, and have come close to losing it more times than you want to hear about or I care to recall. I’ve been left with nothing, left with nothing, and started over with nothing but the clothes on my back. I walked away (okay, maybe crawled away) from a successful career and started over with nothing—no home, no family, no friends, no money. When I say nothing, I mean nothing… almost.

I had me and I had faith. And so do you, if you claim it.

I’m reminded of Joseph. The Coat of Many Colors Joseph, who had been a favored son and whose jealous brothers sold him into slavery. He was falsely accused by a woman and thrown into prison where he stayed many years. He could have lost hope. Instead, he remained faithful. He knew God was with him. And he understood that the situations he endured were preparing him for the future God had planned for him. When God was ready, Joseph was summoned to interpret dreams and he ended up as to what would equate to being elevated to the Prime Minister of Egypt. He clung to faith during the times it had to be next to impossible, and because he did, he was tempered by his trials and entrusted with the insight to save his people—including the brothers who had betrayed him. God restored all he had lost and so much more. Joseph made wise choices. Regardless of circumstance, he remained strong in faith and believed with heart that God remained with him.

I was a teenager the first time I lost everything, and I didn’t possess Joseph’s wisdom. I despaired. I thought my life was over. At that tender age, I believed the best was behind me and the future that stretched and yawned in front of me was bleak and dark and ominous. I was not eager to face it, much less willing to embrace it.

Yet when you’re in this position, you discover who you really are. You can run, but not hide. Fact and circumstance follows you, and so long as you avoid responsibility, it haunts and torments you. If you believe you’re defeated, you will be. If you believe you’ve lost, you have.

One of the greatest secrets of life is that you become who you believe you are. I don’t mean superficial things, like I want to be rich. That’s an insult to life itself without becoming rich being for a purpose that holds value. I mean the kind of things that give you the tools you need to progress and move forward and rebuild and create the life you envision for yourself.

You know, we don’t do much in the way of soul work on ourselves when things are going great. But when we’ve lost everything, and we have to humble ourselves and make hard choices, and struggle and do without, we gain a lot of respect. For others, for the kindnesses and compassion they embrace. For things that we take for granted. We develop a real sense of gratitude for basic necessities, stop resenting others’ their luxuries—unless they’ve stolen them. We start respecting the effort required to build a life. The effort required to keep building the life we want even when we suffer setbacks and challenges and obstacles. We stay attuned, looking for those doors of opportunity, and we’re humble enough to knock on them. And when we can’t find the doors, we look for the windows.

We seek and we find because we’re seeking.

If we’d truly lost everything, we wouldn’t possess the wisdom to do that. Or the skills of recognition. We’d cruise right past those doors and windows.

Often what happens is we seek so hard we fail to see. We don’t see that if we weren’t in this position, then we wouldn’t be in the right place at the right time and within the reach of the right people to seize an opportunity to attain a desired goal we’d deemed out of reach.

We believe that what we’ve lost, and likely didn’t appreciate when we had it, is exactly what we must have to be happy or content and we have to get it back. We focus so intently on getting it back, we blow right past doors and windows that would take us to a better place. Often, a place we’ve longed to go but never saw a pathway to ever get there.

And way too often we fail to recognize that just when we’re about to make some sort of breakthrough. One that will do us and perhaps a lot of others spiritual or physical good. That’s when we get nailed. Anytime we’re on a mission or have a goal that has benefits that extend beyond our personal selves, we should expect a body slam. Sometimes we see them coming, sometimes we don’t. But the fact is they come. It’s spiritual warfare, pure and simple. Can’t have you doing something good for yourself and others. No way. Need to keep you all down, despairing and oppressed, and miserable.

It’s not easy to walk away or lose everything. It hurts. It makes us feel as if we’ve failed. It attacks us at core level; our sense of worth, of value, our self-esteem. What we’ve got to remember is that sometimes we have to close a door to open another one. That until we do, we’re stuck in an old room that we’ve outgrown or we’re pacing out in the hall unable to get to our best place because we can’t find the door.

I once had a t-shirt that read something like: “I know that for every door that closes a window opens. But, man, these hallways are the pits.”

Hallways are the pits. And the longer you linger in them, the deeper and wider they become. The more slick are the floors, the more slimy the walls. Use those hallways before they do a number on you and in your head. Maybe you see the doors lining that hallway. But none of those doors look like the right door for you. If so, from experience I say, if any doors are constructive and better your position, test them. Try them anyway. That door might not be THE door but it well might lead to THE door. If you don’t walk through the first one, you’ll never reach the second.

Trying any door requires two things: you and a leap of faith.

You don’t have to have all the answers, only the courage to take a step and try. The moment you do, you haven’t lost everything anymore. You’ve already started rebuilding from the inside out. And that’s where it matters.

You respected yourself enough to try, and you added a leap of faith. That took courage and wisdom and the insight to find dignity in what you’re trying to do. That recognizes honor in making the effort. There’s appreciation for the struggles, for being fearful and acting in spite of it not because of it. That’s bravery. Lots to admire in all that.

And if it works out, you’ve added a lot more.

If it doesn’t, you still don’t return to “S/he who has lost everything.” You retain all you’ve already rebuilt and add more wisdom. You know which door wasn’t right for you, which is just as important as knowing which door is right for you. And so you approach the next door or window wiser and smarter and with better insight and sharper judgment. And then, if need be, you keep building with the gains from the next door, and the next.

Eventually, as a result of your own efforts and honing your own judgments, gathering your own wisdom, you find yourself in a life that you’ve rebuilt.

It might look very different than the one you had. A few, those who miss the point, will mourn the loss of what they use to have. They’ll recall fondly and with angst their former glory days. And totally blow this new better day right in front of them.

One day, that path leads to regret.

But regret too can park your backside in a hallway full of doors. Ones you can choose to open or not from your wiser-for-having-made-the-journey position.

Before you put yourself in regret-mode, pause and take a long look around at the life you’ve rebuilt. Odds are good you’re going to find it much suited to you, and much more a content place that views value and worth far differently than the old life.

You might think you’ve lost it all. I did. But what I discovered was Joseph and the miracle of refinement. It takes a lot of heat to temper steel. It takes a lot of heat to temper people, too. I discovered that some losses are inevitable and we must cope with them or be destroyed by them. I’d lost some, but actually I’d misplaced some truly valuable things. Mostly the kind that are inside—character, courage, self-respect, a true knowledge of my own worth. The really valuable things in life. In losing, I sought and found a far greater treasure: The me I’d forgotten . . . and not yet come to know.

God remained with me. So too it will be with you.



Reading and Writing and Faith by Vicki Hinze

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Reading and Writing and Faith: A Journey and Exercise

© 2015 Vicki Hinze


More than a few authors, who are also huge readers, were discussing feeling murky about the blend of their faith and their writing. More than a few felt mired, murky, uncertain what to write or even if they should write. Could their time be better spent—the exercise of their faith be better spent—doing something else?

That applied to them as writers, but also as readers. Should we read? What should we read? Could our time be better spent doing something else?

Those questions in that discussion sent me on a journey to discover the role of faith-filled authors. What information was available to share with them? What would offer guidance? Direction? Counsel worth having? Were there specific guideposts, guidelines that would be helpful? Specific signs to watch for or to avoid? Was there anything I could give or add to the discussion to help other writers and myself?

Although I’ve been writing steadily for well over twenty years, I am not the ultimate authority on anything including writing and know that only too well. So I went to what is the ultimate authority on everything—the Bible. What does it say about authors, writers, storytellers and scribes? I thought that would reveal useful insights on both writing and reading and, frankly, was stunned that I hadn’t thought to specifically search that before now. Ah, God’s timing. Again. A lesson often repeated during my career and life. Not my time, His time. Often the two are poles apart—or seem as if they are. But experience has taught me that His timing is always perfect. Mine’s anything but. So now, apparently, is the exact right time to take a look at this. Hence, this article, which well might spur a book.

I have to tell you, I did not expect the avalanche of guidance, direction, responsibility, goals and aspirations, and dictates that I found. Nor did I expect the affirmation that writing is an enormous, trusted gift bestowed on writers. But that’s precisely what I discovered. That, and so much more!

I found dozens of verses that revealed copious insights and applied to writing and/or authors and reading. This, I thought, is significant, because honestly it can be applied to any occupation. I could expound and but then this would be the book that began as a single article that’s already grown into a series of articles. More importantly, full disclosure of my discoveries could color other writers and readers’ own discoveries, and that would deprive them the joy I experienced.

That was such a gift. I hope everyone, writers and readers, regardless of what they do, will search the Bible for their vocation. It’s a breathtaking experience—and it alters your perspective forever. In a sense, I feel I got a glimpse of being seen through God’s eyes. Just a glimpse, but the impact was profound. Everyone should feel that special and honored at least once.

What follows is the first of the verses that spoke intimately to me. After the verse, my thoughts. And beyond that, an exercise on that verse you can apply to your specific situation.

Now when you run your search, some or all of these verses might speak to you or other verses will speak to you. Some will speak more loudly to you than others. I do believe that is deliberate and our spirits are, if you will, plugging into the Divine will. What speaks most directly and clearly to us, I believe is tied to our individual purposes and to God’s specific plan for us. We recognize it at soul level, just as Christ said we would in hearing His voice.


Here’s a place trust and faith are called into action. Have faith that you will receive what you need when you need it, that you will recognize it, and that you will know exactly what to do with it. Your steps are guided by His will. They might be different than you planned (and often are) but they’re perfect for you (even when it seems otherwise). Know too that there is a reason for each step. Whether it’s to gain knowledge, wisdom or experience, you have the opportunity to gain something from each step. So step boldly in faith and trust that walking in His will you will get what you need to take the next step and fulfill His purpose for you. As a dear friend once told me, “Of course, it’ll work out fine. It’s a God thing.”

A God thing. Trust and faith, and us doing our part so He doesn’t violate free will (which He will not do) and He can step in to do His part. It’s amazing how comforting knowing that can be in times of uncertainty when there’s an absence of clarity.


The Verse:


And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision,

and make it plain.” ~Habakkuk 2:2



So many authors, myself included, struggle with what to write. The choices are infinite and the decisions made impact lives and careers and paths for the duration. Choices are infinite and significant to readers and to the author’s life and career as an author.

Writers choose to write to the market, to editorial preferences, to agent recommendations, to personal preferences—and all of that is fine provided those suggestions are in harmony with the author’s vision of the work. If suggestions or preferences are not in harmony with the author’s vision, then the author can’t fulfill the obligations required of him/her.

This is where author theme fits in and from whence the necessity of an author loving the work s/he elects to invest in resides. Why is that important?

If you don’t love the work, you can’t address it honestly with insight and understanding and compassion or with the dogged discipline required to give the work your best. If what you’re writing is outside your author theme (stories you feel are important, essential, compel you to write them), then you lack the determination to give the work all you have to give. Every work, to achieve its full potential, requires your all. To write lacking your all violates the trust given to you that comes with the storytelling gift. Remember: The storytelling gift is the one part of writing that can’t be taught. You have the gift or you don’t. So, as with all gifts, comes great responsibility.

Write the vision, the verse says. The vision as you see it. Not because “x” told you to write it. Not because you think it will perform well in the market. Because it is the vision. The one given to you in the form of inspiration, ideas, a deep-seated need to write this specific work at this specific time in this specific way.

I always “see” in my mind’s eye, the fingertip of God touching the crown of my head. “Write this,” that still, small voice inside me says.

Since nothing exists that He hasn’t first created, He is the root source of inspiration and ideas. From Him all blessings flow, right? So when that inspired idea resonates with you, isn’t it possible that the reason it resonates is because it’s divinely inspired? Isn’t it possible that you’re feeling inspired to write this or that now because that’s what He’s touching to your crown, infusing with His desire that the vision be written?

When you write to the vision, you can be assured that those intended to read it will. Those for whom the vision was crafted will find it. That’s the faith aspect. The author’s job is to write the vision.

It’s proven true in my life again and again that no heartfelt desire persists without the skills (or the ability to acquire them) also being present. The two run hand in hand—and affirm that we’re never given more than we can handle. If you have a deep and abiding passion for a project, you have or can acquire the skills and ability to manifest it.

Make it plain. There’s essential craft guidance for the author. It doesn’t matter how wonderful a work might be if the meaning in it isn’t clear. If a reader can’t follow the path, can’t grasp what is being shared, can’t wrap his or her head or heart around it, the purpose of the work can’t be fulfilled. Clarity is vital. Critical to all.

Put on your reader hat for a moment. Look at the work from that perspective. Now you get the full scope of the importance of clarity!

If you still doubt clarity is essential, imagine this: You’re having a conversation with another person, only that person is speaking in a different language. One you don’t understand and s/he can’t understand your language. If you can’t understand or be understood, then how can the purpose of the conversation be transmitted or comprehended? Neither of you have a clue what the other person is saying, what it means, or why it’s important. Both of you gain as much as you would talking to a brick.

Now let’s say there’s an important message God wants to pass between character and reader. He requires a vehicle to do it—a book. He needs a messenger, a translator—an author—to write the book carrying the message. He inspires an author who understands the character’s language and the reader’s language and can depict clearly the message. (The translator-author is trustworthy, willing and able to accurately translate without adlibbing [not writing the vision])—and writes the book. The reader reads and receives the divine touch and gets the message intended for him or her. The author’s purpose is fulfilled. The book’s purpose is fulfilled and the reader got what s/he needed from the book.

That’s why authors must strive to convey the vision and to make it plain. So that its purpose might be grasped and understood and fulfilled.

The purpose might be to offer a reader entertainment. Or to give a weary soul a sorely needed, short reprieve during a hard time, perhaps a deathwatch. To prove constructive solutions to challenges being faced exist. To offer hope or joy or clarity—or any of a thousand purposes in between. Whatever His purpose, it will be fulfilled.

He chose the author, inspired him or her, fired love for the project so it got the author’s best, then led the reader to it. Of course, the purpose for which He went to all this planning and directing is fulfilled. Free will played its role, but the opportunity was presented and delivered.

So can a writer’s time be better spent doing something else? No, not if writing is that individual’s purpose.


Can a reader’s time be better spent doing something else? No, not if reading is the means through which a message of something needed is being delivered—and again, entertainment and respite is a valid purpose being fulfilled in life.


So write the vision and make it pain. And read what you feel drawn to read.


An Exercise


Read the verse (above) and record how it resonates with you. What comes to your mind? Why does it matter? How does it echo in your career, your content, your craft choices? How does it impact your choices of what to write?

If you are a reader, read the verse above and record how it resonates with you. What comes to your mind? Why does it matter? How does it impact you as a reader but also in your life, your career, your home and choices? How does the infusion of purpose impact your view of what you read or do?

See what I mean about the insights and thinking on this providing guidance and gifts? See why I wanted you to experience it firsthand?

As a dear friend of mine often says, “It’s like a hug from Jesus.”

It was for me, and I hope it is for you, too.*



Maureen Lang’s The Cranbury Papermaker by Vicki Hinze

Christians Read congratulations CR author, Maureen Lang on the release of her new novel:

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Maureen Lang


Will he steal her inheritance . . . or save it?Arianne Casterton is devastated when her father and his new wife are killed in a train accident. Despite her faith in God, Arianne’s grief soon turns to despair when she discovers one-third of everything her father owned has been transferred automatically to his wife’s son and heir, Jonas Prestwich—someone Arianne never knew existed.Jonas’s mother married a backwoods papermaker much too soon after becoming a widow, embarrassing Jonas who lives among Philadelphia’s elite. Though he’s distressed by his mother’s death within a year after losing his father, receiving a portion of the papermaker’s inheritance feels like justice.God has blessed Arianne with the passion and talent for papermaking in her family’s tradition, but the demands of keeping the business going are nearly overwhelming. When Jonas offers to expand her efforts into something more modern and profitable, Arianne is suspicious, reluctant to give up the art of handmade papermaking. But she realizes without his unwanted help she might lose everything anyway.The Cranbury Papermaker is the 2015 release from award winning writer Maureen Lang, author of thirteen previous Christian romance novels and novellas.

Review: (Courtesy of Amazon.com)
5.0 out of 5 starsAn Old-Fashioned Romance Wrapped in Hand-Made Paper April 17, 2015
Once again Maureen Lang has illumined a slice of life in a bygone period of American history in such a way that the reader can picture what life was life in those days. Before reading this book, I took paper for granted, thinking of hand-made paper as an artsy thing that you see in special greeting cards or fancy invitations. It never occurred to me that at one time all paper was made by hand. So that part of the book was fascinating in and of itself, as well as the advent of machine-made paper which was just at that time coming on the scene.But that is just icing on the cake because the real joy of reading this book in the story itself. I really enjoyed it. We get a glimpse into small-town life in the late 1800’s with a romance that has all the essential elements: a beautiful heroine, a handsome and appealing man of questionable motives, rising tension and a satisfying conclusion. This is a typical Maureen Lang book with her usual use of vivid details, bringing the setting and characters to life in such a way that we can really picture them as we become engrossed in the story. She gives us lots of interesting characters to watch as we go along.Yes, this is entertaining, educational, and inspiring. It’s a delightful read.

Everyday Heroes by Vicki Hinze


We all have our visions of what a hero looks like. We’re all right and probably wrong because, with our preconceived notions, we often overlook the Hero Next Door, the everyday hero, and that hero is often the very one who makes a lifelong impact on specific lives, and on the public who eventually discovers him or her.


The hero I want to talk about today is one we can respect, admire, and one who displayed the courage, and bravery that we can but hope we, in that situation, would emulate.


Heroes are important. More so in the chaotic society in which we find ourselves. Heroes lead, guide, and exhibit in their actions and words the kind of people we aspire to be. Values like integrity, selflessness, and human dignity are inherent. The character traits we see in others and admire and respect.


Too often, we see challenges but are either overwhelmed by them or we think the challenge is too big for us. We’re one person. What can one person do?


The answer is that one person can do a lot—when s/he chooses to act and does it. Let’s get specific and talk about one such hero.


It turns out, this hero wasn’t a big, important, powerful person. It turns out Joe is not the only plumber to achieve fame. This hero, too, became a plumber . . . for a noble purpose.


In World War II, she got a job as a plumber and sewer specialist in the Warsaw ghetto, and she used that as an opportunity to smuggle Jewish infants out in her toolbox so they wouldn’t be killed. Her heroic dog barked when she would come and go through the guard checkpoints at work—trained to do so, to hide any sounds the children might make. This hero saved 2500 children and infants. She kept a record of their names and hid the names in a jar she buried under a tree in her own yard. She helped these children get placed in foster homes and to reunite them with surviving family members after the war. Unfortunately, many of those parents had died in the gas chambers.


The guards eventually caught this woman smuggling children out. Her arms and legs were broken and she was severely beaten. But she survived.


Fast-forward over sixty years.  She was up for a Nobel prize, but she didn’t win. (Gore did for a video on global warming.) She should have won, in my humble opinion. But she did what she did not for glory. She did it and took on those formidable risks, to spare the children. And that makes her, in my eyes, a hero.


Here’s are two photos of this hero, Irena Sendler, then and just before her death in 2008.  (Credit is given to the unknown photographers.)


Irena Sendler Nobel Prize Nominee 2007

Irena Sendler
Nobel Prize Nominee


My point is that heroes are all around us. Most go unnoticed. But the people to whom the hero made a difference don’t forget.  They forever recall the hero’s service and sacrifice, and it’s never a small thing. That’s worth remembering.


The face of a hero well might not be famous, it might be everyday average. But admired and respected? Yes, when known, very much admired and respected.


Some would look at Irena Sendler and see just an average woman. Her’s the face of a hero?  But she looks so ordinary, some would say (or think if not bold enough to actually say it). That too is worth remembering.

The face of a hero is often an everyday face. An ordinary face. A stranger’s face. And acts of heroism range from a smile to smuggling children out of a war-torn country. Heroic kind of depends on how badly what is offered is needed.  A kind word can be heroic if it comes at a sorely needed time…


Some celebrate celebrity and those who aren’t admirable or the type of people we want to be. Rarely is that the case in the stories we read. In the books we read, we read about the kind of people we hope we would be in similar situations. The everyday heroes among us. That seems like a worthy ambition for us in real life, too. 

I AM WHAT I SAY by Vicki Hinze

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I AM WHAT I SAY: The Power of Self-Talk


What is the power of words? Our words? What we think and what we say?

I’ve been listening to people talking about everything and nothing, and what I’ve heard has captured my attention and is troubling. It’s what’s being said by people about themselves, about others, and about challenges, and even about their successes.

We know from the Bible that our words have power. Speaking them carries power and creates the reality. We’re warned:

The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit. Proverbs: 18:21 (NIV)


Mark 11:24 tells us: “whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

Over and again, we read throughout the Bible that the spoken word has come to pass, and we’re encouraged to guard our minds and our mouths because what we say will direct the course of our future.


Maybe because I’ve been thinking about this, I’ve noticed more what we’re saying and how we’re saying it. Maybe we’ve always spoken negatively about ourselves and others because, well, it’s human. But whatever the reason, we would, in my humble opinion, be wise to pause and consider the consequences of our words on us and on others.

Let me share a specific example:

A writer friend and I were conversing and I shared something with her. Later it was mentioned, and she didn’t recall our conversation. “I am losing it. I keep forgetting things.”

Weeks later, she repeated that—“I can’t remember anything anymore.”

Now, she’s saying that same thing far more often—and it appears to be true. She does seem to have a lot more trouble remembering.

That benign example got my attention, and what’s happened memory-wise got me to thinking. We’ve all heard, “I am that I am.” And we know what it meant. What we might not have recognized—at least, I didn’t at the time—is that we are what we are, too.

If we believe we have a poor memory, we’re accepting that as real and valid and a part of our nature. It’s part and parcel of our personal, I am. And believing it—when we speak it, we voice our belief for better or worse—we grant it authority. We’re saying it our thought that our memory is poor carries our conviction that our memory is poor. Therefore, our memory is or becomes poor because that’s what we’ve deemed it. We have exercised our free will choice on the matter.

We’re all going to have negative thoughts from time to time. They’re human, as natural to us as breathing. They are attempts to influence our spiritual selves. But thoughts are fleeting. And if we don’t act on them, they flee, fade and fall away.

If we don’t voice them (with our focus or our spoken words), then we deny those negative things authority. They’re powerless without the authority of our free-will choice.

My point is we should exercise care what we say we are because, if we believe it and grant it authority, we will become it. This makes the way we see ourselves and how we talk with and about ourselves extremely important.

The Proverbs verse tells us the tongue has the power of life and death, and if we love it, we’ll eat its fruit. It doesn’t say we’ll eat the good fruit and not the bad fruit. Or we’ll eat the positive fruit and not eat the negative fruit. It says we’ll eat the fruit. All of it.

To me, that’s good and bad, which means how we talk about ourselves is directly relative and it impacts our future.

I’ve long said we need to guard our minds. You can’t fill your mind with trash and pull out treasures. (You reap what you sow, right?) I think we should extend that to our mouths.

What comes out of our mouths about ourselves and others should be constructive, positive, honoring us and respecting God. Good fruit bears good fruit.

Will we always do it? No, we’re human. But we should try. Hard. Our futures, I am convinced, rely on it.




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Vicki Hinze is a USA Today Bestselling Author. She has written over 30 novels, 4 nonfiction books and hundreds of articles in as many as 63 countries. She is also a columnist for Social N Global network and a former radio talk show host.




A Spark Serves by Vicki Hinze

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A Spark Serves: Soul Food and the Heart-Weary Christian



It’s almost Easter. A revered time for people of faith. The most revered time for Christians. Today, I need to chat. That’s right, to chat. I need to talk with like-minded people—people who believe. My soul needs food.


Most Christians go through times of sheer weariness. We tire of the faith struggles in our own lives and in our society. Our freedom of religion is being interpreted by some as freedom from religion, and we’re frustrated by it and weary of it.


How can we not be? We look around and see children exploited, young girls being programmed that sexy is better than virtuous (look at the magazine covers targeting teens). We see a barrage of attacks against even Christmas trees with governors wanting to call them holiday trees, and Christmas break being tagged winter holiday. We see our leader insist that Christian statues be covered during a speech at a Catholic college and yet he speaks beneath a banner that includes a photo of the father of terrorism. We know important things seem, well, upside down, and now comes a push to rename an Easter Egg Hunt a Spring Egg Hunt.


What? We have Christians being crucified for their faith (literally and figuratively) and we (as taxpaying citizens) are giving them billions of dollars. Why?


All this is just the tip of the heap, as you well know, but it’s sufficient to relay the reason for the weariness.


We trust God, we celebrate Easter. We do not waiver on it being the holiest of holidays in Christendom. The Resurrection… It’s awe-inspiring and humbling. And even those who are not Christians should respect that.


If they did, I doubt we’d be living in a culture of deep corruption. In a society where half—yes, half—of the children born are born to unwed mothers. Our values have eroded and our ethics along with them. We’ve buried our moral compass. Allowing it to happen, doing nothing to prevent it, condones it. And what we condone, we own.


I’m not an idealist or standing on a soapbox or suggesting we become raging zealots, but I am suggesting that I’m weary and I know other believers are, too. For me, I’m battling it, determined to follow our beliefs and to refuse not to support them. In other words, the PC police can forget it. They have their vision of PC and I have mine, and this weary soul is opting for faith.


The weariness is not to the bone. Close, but not to the bone. In part, I thank Roma Downey and Mark Burnett for that. Yes, the star of Touched by an Angel and the reality show guru. They did the five-part series The Bible that aired on the History channel.


Okay, so there’s been a lot of controversy on the show itself. Of course, there has. But considering how many don’t and never have read the Bible, and considering that this series is the only exposure they’ll get to the Bible, can’t we see the good in it? The series is like a missionary to the U.S. And if you’ve seen the religious decline (which has been actively sought by factions within and outside this country), you know we need a revival of spiritual matters and food for our spirits. Give us that and the other problems decline. We know it. Our country was built on the premise of putting God first. Through diligent effort, particularly in the past forty years, we’ve had our identity muddied and now we’re muddled. For that reason, while some might find fault with The Bibles production, I’m celebrating it.


It’s said to have been #1—most watched. The Examiner had an article on it that said Hollywood didn’t understand why the series was so popular. It confounded them. We, of course, know exactly why it’s popular and why other films or series like it will be popular, too. People are three-dimensional—physical, emotional and spiritual—and our spiritual selves are starving!


Simple. So very simple. We need soul food! We don’t just want it, we need it.


So I watch the fourth part of the five-part series, and I notice the commercials. Christianbooks.com had one. Walmart had one. Advertising the Bible. I’m sure there were others, but these were on when the advertisers caught my attention and snagged my thoughts. And I sat there feeling extremely emotional. An ad for the Bible. The BOOK. The Word of God. I’m choking up again now.


This is good. Even if you disagree with exactly the way this or that is done in the series, you’ve got to see that this series and these kinds of commercials (which are wholly suitable for viewing by all ages [and that certainly can’t be said for many, many ads or shows]) are good.


I hope that this series continues to spur an avalanche of films with spiritual themes that get people to thinking and talking and exploring and searching. I hope it spurs a mountain of ads that are constructive and respectful. But most of all, I hope it touches hearts. The weariness and emptiness and longing that crushes so many in our society can be filled by faith. We know it can, and I pray soon those who didn’t know that discover it, too.


Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to watch an early evening program with your family and not have to change the channel because of inappropriate content? To have shows with content that is constructive and inspiring to viewers?


I boldly dare to dream that this starts a trend. One that renews faith, depletes weariness in believers, and offers all who want it a path out of the darkness and into the light. Wouldn’t it be terrific to see a swell of enthusiasm that leads to truth and contentment replace the current destructive behaviors that assure the absence of both? Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, that spark will ignite a flame and those who choose to walk and live outside the light will at least respect the rights of those who choose to walk in it. That would be refreshing, and constructive.


What I know is this. I write books to help the broken heal. I read books that inspire and enlighten. I view films for the same reasons. And I know that this morning my heart is less weary. A series and some commercials and because of constructive, faith-filled content, my soul is less weary.


And I know that without a spark, there is no flame. A spark serves. And if you think about it, doesn’t it kind of remind you of the mustard seed…


I’ll Come Back When You’re Over It by Vicki Hinze

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A few years ago, I went through an experience that resulted in me re-evaluating my life and what I was doing with it. It wasn’t a fun process, but it was a worthy one.


I culled things and, frankly, some people from my life. Those who sought to build themselves up by tearing me down. Those who looked me in the face and lied to me. Those who deceived me and betrayed me and felt no remorse for doing so—even felt justified in doing so.


It wasn’t easy. It was difficult, but it was necessary. With the gift of hindsight, I see how much joy and balance these people were draining from my life. It wasn’t their fault, by the way. They didn’t take a thing that I didn’t give them. I recognized it and stopped giving, and I am a better person for it.


One of the most difficult things I changed was what I was writing. I’ve always had a writing rule not to write a book I didn’t love. I’ve always written books with suspense, romance and mystery in them—in just about every genre except horror. I love thrillers. I love suspense, mystery and romance. And if I put all those elements in a book, then I’m a really happy writer.


The other thing I did that many didn’t realize was include a spiritual element in my books. I’ve always been a spiritual person, and after this experience, I wanted to bring that element out of the background—the motivating factors for characters’ actions—and into the foreground. And so I did in the Crossroads Crisis Center series.


It was a scary move. I had a strong career going in the general market and frankly I wasn’t sure how I’d be received in the inspirational market. I did the Crossroads three books and then three more in the Lost-Inc. series. They all did okay. Reviewers and Readers were for the most part positive. But there were some who were not happy with reading more about the spiritual element.


I received one note that sticks with me. In it, the reader had a bit to say about this “change” and that she loved my writing and when I got over this phase, she’d be back.


That letter sort of encapsulated the whole of the responses. Some liked it, some didn’t, some saw very little difference from what I’d been writing, and some absolutely, positively hated it.


This created challenges but also blessings. I had to evaluate my reaction and my resolve. It was, simply put, a test. What I discovered during the process was that I am—and really always have been—a bridge walker.

Most haven’t heard that term and there’s a reason for that. I kind of created it to describe what kind of writer and person I choose to be.


At one end of the bridge is the secular or general market. At the other end is the inspirational market. In the middle is where I am. Not fully accepted on either end, but doing what I’m called to do, walking the bridge.


At first, this troubled me. I felt alone. But in the years since that experience, I’ve discovered that most of us are on that bridge. We have faith, we believe, and we do our best to walk in faith. But we live in a secular world, and many in that secular world are lost and wounded and seeking something. They gravitate to us because we’re not “over the top” or so far removed from them in their lives that they feel getting to a spiritual place is impossible for them. They fear they’re so far removed from the spiritual that they’ll be judged and found lacking.


Some believe that people of faith are all about being judgmental and harsh and their own experiences have left them feeling they’ll never measure up or being accepted much less find their place. With very few exceptions, that’s not been my experience, but many have experienced it.


I see now, these folks too are on the bridge. They seek more, want more, need more from and in their spiritual lives than they have now, but they can’t seem to find a place where they belong and feel valued.


That’s proven the case in my life and in my writing. And it’s why I’m writing series like the Shadow Watchers. Those characters were born in Crossroads Crisis Center and continue in their own. THE MARKED BRIDE is the first book in Shadow Watchers. It’s a Bridge-Walker book and hasn’t been out long enough to gauge whether or not it’ll be accepted by readers. So far, feedback has been good from inspirational and secular readers. One secular reviewer commented she hadn’t realized it was inspirational until it came up that the protagonist prays on everything important in his life. That’s been about the only remark on this end, and it kind of surprised me. Until I read that comment, I honestly thought all spiritual people prayed on things important to them. So I learned something important to know there.


Anyway, my point is that a life-altering experience isn’t something you get over. One day, I hope my writing will enjoy the secure footing it once did. I can’t believe that I was brought to this kind of writing and I won’t be brought through it.


Either way, the spiritual demands that we do what we believe we’re called to do. I am on solid ground on that front, and the rest will work out as it’s intended. Your prayers on this would be greatly appreciated.

For these reasons, notice is hereby given that, until directed otherwise, I’ll remain on the bridge, doing what I can to help others heal, and hoping it’s enough.


Vicki Hinze’s Thoughts on Character Makes a Difference by Mike Huckabee

thoughts on Character Makes a Difference, Mike Huckabee, Vicki HinzeI’ve been reading a book. Mick Huckabee’s book, Character Makes a Difference. 

Let me disclose that I’ve been a political junkie my entire life, but these days, I’m pretty much maxed out on the absence of character evident in politics. Spin is the operative word and I have been wondering lately if most of the people supposedly leading us would recognize the right thing or the truth if it hit them in the head.


In other words, I’m weary of the games, the posturing, the diversions, the manipulations. I’ve had it with lies and misstatements put forth to us as inadvertent when they are in fact by design and those speaking them are counting on us, the people they’re supposed to represent, to remain unconscious, disconnected and so sick of it all, we just tune them out and permit them to go on their merry way without comment or interference. In a huge way, that’s what they’ve gotten for years sans periods of brief discourse in reaction to things like the president’s comments last week at the National Prayer Breakfast.


My point is that I wasn’t in the most receptive frame of mind to read a book about character written by a politician. But the American in me, the woman in me, needed to read on the topic. I’ve been wallowing in Proverbs, hungry for character and to see it living and breathing and active in lives. I hoped but didn’t count on seeing it living and breathing and active in a life being lived today.


So it was at this point that I saw and picked up a copy of this book, Character Makes a Difference, and I warned myself not to expect too much. Politics is a dirty business. It doesn’t have to be, but when the people don’t demand otherwise, that’s where moral decay and the absence of character being required lead us, and that’s what we get.


I read, and wasn’t surprised at the events the author faced as Lt. Governor of Arkansas, but I was surprised by his reactions to those events. He didn’t leave God or morals or common sense at the door. No, he brought them with him into office and better yet he kept them front and center while in office.


I won’t spoil the book for others, but I will say we have at least one man politically connected who doesn’t attempt to foist rose-colored glasses onto us, to distract us so he can push a hidden agenda. Who speaks plainly about what is and isn’t right, and why, and what he can and cannot or will not do. His moral compass appears intact.


Perhaps it’s that he’s a former pastor. Perhaps it was the way he was raised. Perhaps it’s that he’s made past mistakes and suffered the consequences of them and decided he doesn’t want to go there again. I suspect it’s all of that and more that makes him face his job and life morally grounded.

How refreshing it was to read commentary by a man who doesn’t think responsibility is a coat you can put on or take off when it’s convenient.  That it’s a coat we all must wear all the time.


There are some welcome quotes in this book. At least, welcome to me, as a reader. Here are a few I highlighted:


“Loving others is not the same as performing according to the demands of others.”


“True love must draw the line and say ‘no.’”


“Without able and honorable competition, victory in any endeavor is meaningless.”


“Loving our enemies does not mean giving in to their demands or compromising our values.”


As I look through the book, I’ve highlighted a lot. And I hope you will, too.


There’s a lot worth reading here. A lot worth being reminded of about the type of conduct we should expect in those we elect to represent us. And a lot to remind us of what we’re missing because we aren’t.


Perfect? Absolutely not. Like the rest of us, flawed to the core. But this book is about character, and that is one thing in short supply in too many and the one thing we most sorely need for a civil, constructive and productive society.


Character isn’t seated in relativism, this book says. It makes a strong argument, and that makes it worth reading.




Vicki Hinze, My Imperfect Valentine, New Adult novels, Valentine's romance novels© 2014, Vicki Hinze. Hinze is the award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of nearly thirty novels in a variety of genres including, suspense, mystery, thriller, and romantic or faith-affirming thrillers. Her latest release is My Imperfect Valentine. She holds a MFA in Creative Writing and a Ph.D. in Philosophy, Theocentric Business and Ethics. Hinze’s online community: Facebook. Books. Twitter. Contact. www.vickihinze.com.   Subscribe to Vicki’s Newsletter.

Congratulations to our own Julie Arduini

Julie Arduini is a faithful contributor to this blog and has been since its inception a number of years ago. Not too long ago, we collectively congratulated Julie on the publication of her book and celebrated with her.

Now we have two new books to celebrate with Julie!

Julie Arduini, Christians Read Author, A Walk in the Valley

A Walk in the Valley is from Chalfont House and is available for pre order, release date April 28. This is an infertility devotional and perfect for anyone experiencing infertility and/or miscarriage.
Julie Arduini, Christians Read, The Love Boat Bachelor

Julie Arduini, CR Author


The Love Boat Bachelor features Write Integrity Press authors where readers choose the ending. Chapters are being released now through http://writeintegrity.com and once the voting finishes, the book will be available for free on Kindle for four days, starting on Valentine’s.
Please join us in celebrating with Julie! We’re so pleased to see her doing so well!
Vicki Hinze
Christians Read Administrator


vicki hinze, Lessons from the Pope, lessons from a news clip

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Messages from God and lessons to us are all around. We simply must slow down long enough to see and comprehend them. I’m as guilty as the next of sometimes breezing right past them, but yesterday, I saw a news clip of the Pope in the Philippines that stopped me in my tracks and held me there.

The weather there was awful; rainy and gloomy. In spite of it, six million people gathered and stood in the rain to hear the Pope’s message to them.

In the news clip, a priest in New York said this was the largest gathering of people in recorded history for a single individual. He also said some are calling the Pope a rock star. He disagreed; that many had never gathered for any rock star. All of this caught my ear and had me paying close attention.

Enough attention that I realized the Pope-mobile had ditched its bullet-proof glass walls; they were open. The Pope kissed babies, touched people physically as well as spiritually. And when a little girl who lived on the streets before being taken in by the church asked why such bad things happened to children, he admitted that answer was beyond him, and he hugged the child. She moved closer to him and hugged the Pope so hard, as one would her daddy she’d gone to for comfort. It touched me. Deeply.

The message he delivered was one of helping the poor, of working against poverty and corruption. I didn’t hear it all—just that recited in the clip—but it was a strong message. Yet I believe his strength is in his accessibility. He’s open and genuine, and people react to that and hear his message to them through that perspective.

While I attended Catholic schools early-on, I am not Catholic. Yet I learned a great deal from the Pope in this news clip and I expect as I think about it, and study on my own, I’ll learn much more. So I wanted to share those observations with you. Maybe you too will find something of value in them.

Lesson 1: The Pope is sincere and genuine in his desire to interact with people. He doesn’t come across as a man on a soap-box speaking at them. He talks with them and listens to them.

Lesson 2: He removed the walls from the Pope-mobile. This endangers his life. It makes him vulnerable to the crazies who would kill him. Yet he values his life less than he values the desire to be accessible to people. Those suffering and struggling, those seeking, see this, know it, and respect it. Sometimes the momentary touch of a hand offers reassurance where there has been none. Reminds people that God is, has been, and remains in control in a world gone wild. We are not alone.

Lesson 3: When the little girl asked the question, a lump raised in my throat. How do you explain man’s inhumanity to man to a child? To adults? How do you explain a child living on the streets? Hungry? Alone? It brings to mind a quote: If you condone it, you own it. I don’t recall but give credit to whoever said it first, but I agree with it. If collectively we decided to nurture, care for, feed and protect children, they would be nurtured, cared for, fed, and protected. We’ve haven’t . . . yet. But hope springs eternal.

The Pope could have offered the child a platitude. He didn’t. I respect that. And by her reaction, moving in for that fatherly hug, the child did, too. And that carried not one but two lessons:

  1. Kids can cope with honesty. They sense when someone is being honest, and they react openly to it. There’s no shame in not having the answer. There is shame in being dishonest.
  2. Sometimes all we can offer is a hug. It translates in ways we know and ones we can’t imagine, depending on just how badly someone needs that hug. Kids need their moms and dads. They play different roles in their lives, but both are crucial roles essential to their children.

And, for me, the most significant BIG LESSON from this little news clip was:


It’s not the messenger, it’s the message.


People are inundated with negative news, with hardships and tough times. They thirst and hunger for hope, for assurance that God is here, there, everywhere, and, while we might not understand all that is happening, He understands perfectly.

We want that assurance. We need that assurance. Because we are not just physical and emotional beings, we are spiritual beings, and for many, we see so much that is anti-spirit, we hear and feel the impact of so much that is an affront to our spirits, we find ourselves sinking deeper and deeper into despair even as we live out our day-to-day lives and appear normal.

That message is what drew six million people to stand in the rain to hear the Pope speak. It wasn’t the Pope. He is not a rock star. It was the message.

It was their thirsty spirits stepping out in faith, eager to hear a message of hope.

And delivering such a message, doesn’t require one to be a Pope, only to have a willing heart…✚


© 2015, Vicki Hinze





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The History of Thanksgiving


All words have power, but words that ignite truths, like the true meaning of Thanksgiving, are infused with an ability to change lives, to open closed minds and hearts, and to offer different perspectives. True meaning can be just what’s needed to see things more clearly or to set the proverbial light bulb in our minds aglow.


That alone is worthy of our gratitude, but in finding the true meaning of Thanksgiving, we also gain an awareness of how imperative it is to understand people. In those insights, we grasp and shape identity—that of others, and our own—and with that collective wisdom, we define, comprehend, and eventually come to appreciate the treasures found in tradition.


Why is tradition important?


What we learn from those who came before us gives us a firm hold on who we were, who we are, and who we choose to become.  That knowledge solves a lot of conflicts, potential crises, and strengthens our sense of self—as individuals and as a nation. 


So what can we learn about Thanksgiving?  What in it is significant to us today?


To answer those questions, we must ask: What does Thanksgiving really mean?


Time typically confuses things, and right now we’ve an abundance of confusion.  Many say we’re neck-deep in a national identity crisis.  So rather than discuss the confusion, let’s call on the wisdom of truth.  Reacquaint ourselves with it—unfiltered—by returning to the man who officially established our nation’s Thanksgiving holiday.


In 1789, on Thanksgiving Day, George Washington issued the following Thanksgiving Day Proclamation, beginning a tradition in the United States of America that is celebrated still today.


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George Washington
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Washington’s 1789 Thanksgiving Day Proclamation


“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.




By his own words, we see the true meaning of Thanksgiving.  We gain insight. We find its truth. We rediscover the value in tradition.  The wisdom of knowing our history.  In all this, we see the mark of character, and individually we choose to shun or embrace it, deciding who we are, and who we will become.


May the traditional spirit of Thanksgiving be a blessing to you and yours.  And in times that try souls and make us weary, may we remember to hold fast to our traditions—our identity—and embrace them with attitudes of gratitude.  Because, for all our flaws and challenges,  ours is an exceptional nation of exceptional people.  We might lose our way at times and we forget who we are.  Others might encourage that.  But we have the treasures of our traditions and their true meanings to remind us.


This Thanksgiving, may we recall who we are, whose we are, why we are who we are, and the value of knowing who we wish to become.*


Vicki Hinze, ©2014

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