ARE WE EVER READY?

We’re living in terrifying times.  Fear grasps our throats and we choke on it.  We’re slowly and cleverly being devoured by evil.  It’s a problem old as time. In my lifetime alone, I’ve experienced the fear of invasion from foreign governments created by the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.  Again, as I attended elementary school, I remember practice air raid drills, where we’d be ushered to the basement and told to sit and cover our heads.  As time went by, there was the Korean War, Bay of Pigs invasion, the Cold War, Viet Nam, Persian Gulf, Afghanistan. We’ll never escape evil on this planet. However, if fear rules our hearts, our enemies have already achieved their goal.  Thus it was when Pearl Harbor was attacked on this day in 1941.  No one expected it.  No one was prepared.   No one forgot.  It was a day that continues to haunt us as a nation.

My parents were thinking about the child that would be born in six months.  I was safely nestled in my mother’s womb.  The United States had resisted entering World War II, but the events of that day, meant we could no longer be uninvolved.  Japan sent waves and waves of planes across the Islands of Hawaii, bombed the American ships in Pearl Harbor and Kamikaze pilots plunged into the sea, destroying themselves along with unsuspecting sailors. Because information couldn’t be transmitted with speed – no CNN – no internet – difficult communication on all levels; it took  a while before all the details were sorted out and the news reached President Roosevelt.  Our nation was devastated.  Our navy  crushed.  2,403 dead and 1,176 wounded.  Our resolve was to “Remember Pearl Harbor” as involvement in this war was inevitable.

The next day was my mother’s 20th birthday, but there was no celebration.  The same kind of fear penetrated the souls across our land.  My parents continued their lives as usual, but this interruption in their journey would forever live in their hearts and minds. My dad was unable to serve, but because he didn’t want to. Young men across our country immediately enlisted to fight against this horrific event. Unprepared – unsuspecting – thinking we’re beyond something like this ever happening again, our country was attacked 60 years later.  Why weren’t we prepared?  Being unprepared leaves us wide open for vulnerability.  We can never be ready enough.  The same is true on a spiritual level. This is the season of preparation and repentance – a time to lay all our sins on the table and turn them over to the Savior.  We must be watchful, diligent and prepared in all areas of our lives – especially when it comes to eternity.  Our souls are at stake.

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LUKE SIX – BLESSED WORDS

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This chapter is filled with so much meat. It begins by discussing the Pharisees insistence on not working on the Sabbath. Such things as eating some gathered corn from the field or healing the sick from their infirmity were considered labor by the elders of the church. Jesus quickly set them straight by stating that He was the Lord of the Sabbath. Those words must’ve stung deeply, as they were seen as a threat to the church itself.

By this time, Jesus had chosen all twelve of His disciples. They indeed were helpful to His ministry, as many of our own church elders can be of help to our officiating pastors. Jesus was a man and because of that He got tired and hungry. He needed time to pray, to rest and take nourishment just like we do. On the other hand, He is also God and could’ve easily provided for those needs, but it wasn’t part of His mission on earth.

We see in this chapter that Jesus prayed a lot. As our example, we can glean much from this. God is available to hear our prayers at a moment’s notice. We don’t always take advantage of that.

Jesus and his band of disciples covered a lot of territory. The crowds were growing. People came to be healed, out of curiosity and because the message was one they had longed to hear.

The Beatitudes are listed in this chapter. “Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh,” was one of them. These were akin to the proverbs of old, but they carried an entirely new meaning. He said things like, “Love your enemies. Do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.”  These words were foreign to them, but they certainly held their attention.

Jesus must’ve been an exemplary speaker. His voice would have to carry to great lengths to reach the many in His audience. Imagine the voice of God speaking directly to them and us. He was nothing extraordinary to look at, yet he commanded the crowds. When He told them not to judge others, but to forgive them as we will be forgiven. He told them to be good fruit and to build their lives on the foundation of God. By doing so they would not be shaken.

Jesus was bringing that foundation back to the people. He came to establish His kingdom in our hearts. Let us continually stay rooted in His Word so we continue to flourish and spread the Good News of salvation to all people.

We are definitely living in troubled times.  The church is being attacked on a daily basis.  The devil is using every tool in his toolbox to take advantage of us.  Don’t let Him in.

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BIG GIRLS DO CRY

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The feminist movement did great things for women.  It allowed them to leave the ties of housekeeping behind and venture into a whole new world.  It was a world which challenged their abilities, their brain power, their industriousness, their ingenuity, their organizational skills, their talent and their compassion.

Yes, I said compassion.  Now where in the world does that word fit into the world of commerce?  Up until then, compassion was woven into the fabric of nursing or caring for others.  The corporate world was and still is, filled with money driven men who were trying to change the world.  Not a lot of compassion was necessary  When women became part of that world, things changed a lot.

In the beginning men said women’s place was in the home, raising a family, tending to the chores of the day and caring for her husband.  The game was on.  Women started attending colleges for things other than secretarial or medical skills.  They proved that they could work under pressure and handle the stress of corporate life.  It wasn’t an easy road, because these same women still had the responsibilities of running a home, but they managed to do both.

Today women are deeply imbedded into politics.  They hold positions of power in the medical field, the corporate world, high finance and industry.  They have proven to be equal to men, but still fight the battle of equal pay. I’m sure that day isn’t far off

In the process, families have become accustomed to both parents working.   The material things that were put on the back burner until they could be paid for are now staples in most homes.  The home fires still burn, but most of the management of that place is being carried out by hired workers.

In the meantime, women have become equal with men.  In my opinion, they always were in God’s eyes.  Woman was created to be a partner for man.  I’m sure there are statistics that prove that men are the hunter/gatherers and women, the caregivers, simply because of the way they are made up physically.  Women are sensitive, intuitive and have the ability to listen.  The tenderness of their hearts is something that continues to exist, even though they try to put on an armor of toughness.  Women cry.  Yes, so do men, but women seem to do it more often.

As women take on some of the roles of their counterparts, they’re expected to be tough,  put their emotions aside and act like a man.  However, even in a society that wishes to determine their own gender, men are men and women are women.  The differences were designed to compliment each other.

Women do have a softer side.  Our emotions are often worn on our sleeves.  Our compassion is evident in the way we work with others and live with them and should be considered a medal of honor.  It’s not an attack on your character to say you can cry if you need to.  There will be days when the pressure of work gets in the way of family – when the demands of travel take you from those you love – when the extra hours of work keep you from kissing your children goodnight.  It’s OK to feel bad about those things.

God made tears for a purpose.  They come out when we grieve, when we’re frustrated or angry and even when we’re happy. The silent tears you pour into your pillow each night do not go unnoticed.

There’s someone who understands those feelings.  Jesus wept.  He knows all about sorrow.  He understands our pain.  He is also our comforter.  He hears our prayers and dries our tears, but He allows us to  bring all our burdens to Him, so he can carry them for us.

 

 

 

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NEW DAY, NEW WEEK, NEW MONTH . . .

Mother and child holding a songbook and singing in a church pew

November usually is filled with thoughts of snow in Minnesota. This year, we’re supposed to have results from a huge El Nino, which was proven yesterday. Temperatures were in the high 60s. We don’t usually get to see the brilliant, crimson leaf colors, because they’re often filled with a light dusting of snow.

I started the month by attending my Bible preaching church and spending a bit of extra time with my great grandson and his family. I couldn’t help thinking about that sweet little boy, who is learning what church is all about. Since his baptism, His mom has made a point of sitting close to the front of the church, so that he can see and hear everything that’s going on. His regular church attendance at such a young age is making a big impression on him. He loves to sing his own version of the hymns. He listens to the prayers and has learned new words like – Amen, Jesus, sinners and hell. Of course, that last one is in context with salvation.

The Word of God has always been a blessing to our family. I remember taking our children to worship on Sundays and wondering if any of it was sinking in. As i look at these same children today, they’ve become servants of God in their adult years, and I realize that quite a bit of it had sunk in. When they become accustomed to regular worship, it can become a lifelong habit.

Our Bible study after church was a lesson on the Prodigal son. This story, known to most people, describes a wayward son who demands his inheritance from his father so he can leave home and start a new life. The father grants him this gift. The young man goes off and squanders everything on foolish living. When all his inheritance is spent, he has reached the bottom of the barrel and has nothing. He decides to return home and beg for his father’s forgiveness. The father is overjoyed. He runs to greet him and bestows all kinds of blessings on him. The older son is angry with his dad for showing the younger such mercy and kindness. There were many lessons in that beautiful parable, but I especially noted a few things. In the story, the father represents our Father, God. The inheritance is heaven and all its benefits. The young son thinks little of his father but uses him to get what he feels he deserves. The older son is jealous and responds with anger. The younger represents those who sin against God and beg for forgiveness. The older represents those who remain and receive everything they need, yet they’re not satisfied. I guess we all fit into the minds of those two sons at some time or another.

As I left church yesterday, I had tears in my eyes as I thought about the time I had just spent. I had come to church feeling sorry for myself, yet so grateful. It was another first day of the month. I was thinking about my husband. Constant reminders of him during a sermon about the saints (loved ones) who have gone to heaven before us. I was thinking how great it is to have that home waiting for us after we die. Yes, I still grieve for the loss of my husband. I also am so happy for him and where he is now. I also couldn’t help thinking about my family and the foundation we lay for our children by bringing them to church each week. Even when they are distracted or fussy, the Holy Spirit is working on their precious souls.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR YOUR WORD OF TRUTH!

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TIME PASSAGES . . .

ART & POETRY FROM KATHY BOECHER©

Yesterday, my family came to whisk all the leaves from my yard to prepare for winter’s coming. I am so blessed to have such loving children, and grandkids who make it possible for me to remain in my own home. I sometimes think about selling my house, but I love it here so much. Everything is very convenient. As years progress, that may change too. This season brings thoughts of the future and memories of the past. This painting is my watercolor version of the potted geraniums still persisting and pressing on. Soon to wither and die.

The vitality of an extended summer, leads to the reality of winter’s coming,

Waters take on a different cast as the chilled air reaches from the abyss below,

Magnificent sunrises and sunsets cast a plethora of color across a waiting sky,

We cross from one season, unscathed, untouched, unaware of what awaits,

We wonder sometimes what lies ahead,

What will happen when we die,

When our lives are blotted out by an excess of tomorrows,

God is in the midst of all of it,

He has given us this time of grace on earth,

To prepare,

To refine,

To grow and help others,

Most of all to serve in His kingdom,

Tomorrow will come too soon,

Life will wither into oblivion,

But it will also live on for those who believe.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR MY FAMILY!

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KNIGHT OF THE REFORMATION. . .

It was an age of awakening – of innovation and invention – of cultural highs in art and music.  Research and science were at an all-time high in order to find solutions regarding the plagues of the time.  People had come out of a long period of desolation during the Black Death which spread throughout Europe in the fourteenth century.

Medical knowledge had stagnated during the Middle Ages and the Black Plague, which originated in Asia, eventually wiped out between 30-60% of Europe’s population.  It took almost 200 years for the country repopulate.

In 1481, on this day, Franz von Sickingen was born in Ebernberg, Germany. He would always have an interest in the military, even in his youth.  He became a knight for Emperor Maximilian I, fighting valiantly against Venice in 1508.  Because of his success as a soldier, he was awarded large parcels of land along the Rhine.  He later gained popularity becoming involved in private feuds, usually fighting for the underdog. At one point he was ordered to take down the despotism of the princes and the superiority of the Roman clergy.

Germany was becoming a mecca for invention, especially since the printing press had come into use.  The Reformation was underway and a fellow named Martin Luther, a Roman Catholic monk, was making huge waves in the Roman Catholic church.  Von Sickingen took it on himself to shield Luther and provide a place of refuge for him in one of his castles.

In effect he became a soldier of the cross at that point in his life. In May of 1523, von Sickingen was wounded in a battle which was one of the first to use artillery.  His wounds took his life a day later.  Without the protection of Von Sickingen, Luther’s Reformation might easily have been thwarted.  Instead, it went on to change the world.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR KEEPING YOUR GOSPEL PURE!

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DAYS TO COME . . .

Today’s art by Paul is a watercolor pencil drawing. These wild areas were special favorites of the artist. I also have a fondness for this time of year, when things begin to go into a metamorphic state. All leading to wondrous colors that only God can create. It also signals more change to come as the days of summer fade into the past. Change is good, for the most part. We should look forward to it rather than looking at it as difficult. I pray that these coming days bring delight to everyone who can experience the abundance of God’s artistry.

A sweet hint of inspiration and light upon the bay,

The quiet indication of sights we see each day,

A lonely craft cuts through the waves, the sky with clouds entwines,

The trees turn red and yellow now, as part God’s design,

A placid lake, a peaceful scene, pastoral in its wake,

The sky is filled with majesty, a back seat it will take,

Encased with skeletal remains of empty, withered branches,

The trees give way to loneliness, a change of circumstances,

Soon snow will fill these longing arms, with life to come once more,

The deadly grip of winter’s hold, we simply can’t ignore,

Yet with each season life returns, vitality restored,

Life will go on eternally, to places unexplored.

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ON THIS HAPPYY HALLOWS EVE . . .

William W. How (1823-1897) Was called both the “poor man’s bishop” and “the children’s bishop,” He was known for his work among the destitute in the London slums and among the factory workers in west Yorkshire. He wrote a number of theological works about controversies surrounding the Oxford Movement and while rector in Whittington, attempted to reconcile biblical creation with the theory of evolution.  How wrote some sixty hymns, including many for chil­dren. His collected Poems and Hymns were published in 1886.

Today is the eve of All Saints Day – a day set aside to honor those who have passed on into heaven. It’s interesting to me that on All Hallows Eve, 1517, Martin Luther – the reformer – chose to nail his list of 95 theses to the castle church in Wittenburg, Germany. The list contained issues he had with the Roman Catholic Church. The church had become corrupt. The truth of the Gospel had been hidden from the people, and they felt compelled to buy their way into heaven – not realizing that this was a gift from God. I imagine Martin had been thinking about this for quite some time. He was a monk. While searching through the scriptures, he discovered the truth of God’s grace. His inability to do enough to earn his salvation haunted him for many years. He prayed incessantly, confessed his sins daily, often going on and on for hours concerning each of his indiscretions. His guilt was oppressive. When his eyes were finally opened to the truth, he couldn’t help himself. He had to share that knowledge with everyone. So, he chose to oppose the church and post his list of grievances. This was also the time of the Renaissance; the invention of the printing press and many more innovations. All of these things made it possible to spread the truth throughout the land.

Tonight, children will come begging for candy to celebrate Halloween. The practice of trick or treating started almost a hundred years ago. It was designed to keep kids out of trouble. The little gremlins and goblins would often show their mischievous natures by turning over outhouses and chasing cows from the barn into the city. Today they just want to fill their tummies with sugar.

As we celebrate All-Saints Day, let’s remember those who are waiting for our arrival in heaven. They are enjoying the benefits of being heirs of God as we will also when our final breath is drawn. Let us also pray for the church today – that the truth and purity of God’s Holy Word to us remains the same.

“FOR ALL THE SAINTS,” By William W. How

For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest—

Refrain:
Alleluia, Alleluia!

Thou was their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light—

Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold—

And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong—

From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR OUR FUTURE IN HEAVEN!

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THE SKY IS THE LIMIT . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

To soar with the eagles no matter how high,

To reach all my goals or at least I can try,

To try and to fail but never give up,

To turn to my God to fill my cup,

To speak what I feel without fear of dissension,

To believe what I choose without intervention,

To live without fear and to follow my dreams,

To love and be loved with a peace that redeems.

The only thing needful for freedom that’s true

Is to love one another as Jesus loves you.

“But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.”

ISAIAH 40:31

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UPSIDE DOWN . . .

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I’m not one to get on my soap box to spread gloom and doom.  I’d much rather talk about the peace we can achieve through reading the scriptures.  However, even in the Bible, there are stories of perversion of truth, kings as well as commoners turning from God, and the power of the devil and his adversaries.  There are also indications of what we should expect as signs of the end times.

Sometimes I pray for Judgment Day to come soon.  Other times I feel as though there’s got to be hope for mankind and that God’s work isn’t finished yet on this planet.  Then there are times when I see mankind turning so far from God – hatred abounds – anger and rage are common – good has been flipped to become evil.  The good guys are now the bad guys.  The media is out to get us.  Our politicians will get us if the media doesn’t.  The most annoying among us are the first to get attention – otherwise known as the squeaky wheel syndrome.

When things get so out of control, the devil is winning.  God has already defeated Satan through His Son, Jesus.  Still, the evil one continues to sneak around the earth like a lion on the prowl, looking for those he can draw away from God to himself.  He’ll never experience true peace, because he has alienated himself from God.  He’s responsible for turning our world upside down.  He’s the one who makes evil look good to us.  You can see the results of his handiwork in our world today, and it’s been present throughout history.

We can blame the devil – the terrorists – the bad guys – the atheists – the government – the press.  The truth is, we’re all to blame.  Those who have created the evil in the world are just like you and me.  We’re all sinful in nature.  We’re drawn to evil.  Yet we have the greatest weapon to fight against it.  God is our refuge and strength.  It’s time for us to get reconnected to Him.  Maybe it’s time for another Reformation.6

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR THIS DAY.

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THE POWER OF A BOOK . . .

This post was written in 2016 and revised today for TBT.

I wonder what the early Christian church was like, before the corruption of its tenets – before reason got involved – before faith took a back seat – before factions of the original church broke away and became more to man’s liking. In reading the book of Acts we see that that original church had begun to break away from the scriptures and add their own paraphrasing. In the Old Testament we see how sin came to be. How mankind doubted God and could be on an even plane with Him. The lessons of old are filled with stories of God’s wrath but also include His consistency – His guidance and direction, and His unconditional love for those who believe in Him. The New Testament shows us God’s plan for salvation through His only Son. It gives us hope for life eternal. It gives us lessons to live, by following Christ’s example. It also shows how things went astray, even in those early days of Christianity.

When the Protestant Reformation occurred in the 1500s, the church in Rome had run amok. Due to its involvement in many country’s governments and their excessive spending, they were always looking for money. They had wealthy patrons who supported them, but they counted on the common man to help fill the gap. Peasants were sold indulgences which would guarantee less time in Purgatory. These people were oppressed and poor and their need for God was freely available. They just didn’t know it. They also sat through Latin church services that they didn’t understand, as well as a Bible they couldn’t read. Protestants broke away from the Roman Catholic church and the Church of England. They came to find religious freedom through the words of truth being preached in words they knew. With the advent of the Gutenberg Printing Press, the Bible could be mass produced in their own language so people could actually read the Word and teach it to their families. The Bible would spread through New World exploration, and souls would be won because of it. That reform took hold and spread like wildfire, because it gave everyone a chance for salvation.

During Jesus’ time on earth, there was already corruption of His Word. The leaders of religious sects had their own thoughts on what God had to tell them. Jesus knew they were also taking bribes and more importantly straying from the truth. He called them out on their behavior several times. He related to the starving minds because He lived among them and knew what they were going through. Today we see the same thing happening. We must be diligent in how we worship, using the Bible as our manual for daily living. He has kept it alive for centuries and it will remain until Jesus returns again.

Dear, Holy, God, You inspired your truth into the minds and hands of the prophets, the apostles and early Christians. Help us to search the Scriptures for all the amazing truth within its pages. Corruption is a natural thing for us human beings, because of the effect of our original sin. Remind us that you have washed away every blemish through your dear Son, Jesus. Put us in touch with you again through your Word. It is your voice of promise, hope and forgiveness. May we keep its content ever pure. Amen!

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR YOUR INSPIRED WORD, THE BIBLE!

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RESONANCE . . .

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POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

Change is coming, you can feel the vibrations in your soul,

Sounds ravage across mountainous crevasses,

Bouncing,

Reverberating,

Echoing back and forth,

New sounds with each step,

Thunderous sounds of wings flapping,

Making their way to warmer places,

Animals busily searching for food,

Storing up for a long, hard winter,

Crunching,

Nibbling,

Filling their bellies beyond capacity,

The shuffling of larger animals,

Crunching through fallen leaves,

Padding through moss covered ground,

Lifting and turning logs, exposing one sumptuous slug,

The skies remain brilliantly blue,

Until one cloud joins another and then another,

Exploding like fireworks,

Amidst a now darkened sky,

The evergreens stand as guardians of the forest,

The rugged landscape rising from behind, beckons sanctuary,

A rocky respite for those who can traverse her walls,

Change is coming,

Changing climate,

Changing habits,

Changing needs,

Changing theories,

Changing politics,

Changing world,

But God is in the heavens,

He changes not.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR YOUR CONSISTENCY!

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CHANGING TIMES – STEADFAST GOD . . .

Open book and lit candle on a wooden table beside a garden window

It was the Middle Ages – time when the Black Plague swept over most of Europe. It was also a time when women were ruling countries such as England and Scotland. The Protestant Reformation had raised eyebrows with the Catholic church, which had great political influence over the European nations. It was a time of intrigue and turmoil – much like what is currently happening in our world. Yet within this chaos, a new world was slowly taking shape.  For centuries, the common people were governed by monarchies.  Democracy was non existent.  Truly, the only thing they had to hang on to in times of distress, was their religion.  The religion of the day had become corrupted over time, by the church itself and its many “fund raising” activities.

In Rome, artists like Michelangelo, Da Vinci and Raphael were focused on realism and employed the use of scientific study in anatomy to create works that would live on in time forever.  Architectural design included mathematical calculations and study of ancient building techniques to create newer and better edifices.  Da Vinci experimented with different types of mechanical devices. He chronicled his studies in medical dissection, water flow, movement and aerodynamics – all of which laid the groundwork for future study in those areas. The use of both the analytical and creative sides of the brain were being put into use.  The world was coming back to life after a deluge of disease and death.

There was an awakening in exploration and discovery with the expeditions of men like Columbus and scientists like Galileo and Copernicus, who went on to prove that the earth revolved around the sun and was part of a much larger universe.  Falling off the edge of the earth was no longer an option.

In England, a man was putting words together as had never been done before.  “What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!” William Shakespeare – Hamlet.

In that same place, Henry the VIII was in the midst of his own fight with the church.  His battle had to do with divorce, which is what he needed in order to marry the woman he loved or lusted after – Anne Boleyn.  This led to a reformation and the establishment of the Church of England, which he would preside over instead of the pope.

In Germany, a man named Martin Luther struggled daily with the weight of his sin.  His conscience would not leave him alone.  No matter what he sacrificed, no matter how much he prayed or beat himself – his sin remained.  He knew that God was righteous and that’s what scared him.  During his lifetime he suffered with various physical ailments, including kidney stones, (another reason I can relate to this guy) constipation, bouts of depression and anxiety.  He was just a man – like you and me, but he changed the way the world thought and how they related to a righteous God, rather than a fearful judge. During this time. the invention of the printing press occurred. It was the tool of the day to get the word out – much like the Twitter of the Reformation.  We have even more sophisticated tools today to spread the truth of God’s Word. So, when you put it all together, the timing was perfect for change.

It’s time for another reformation – a revival of what once was – a return to the God of our fathers – Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.  The truth of the matter lies in God’s Word and the honesty of it.  We can believe completely in the Bible, because it is the inspired Word of God and God does not lie.  The Old Testament shows us our sinful nature and the New Testament shows us God’s plan for our salvation – a Savior, Jesus, Christ.

We’re still coming out of a plague.  Staying isolated has given us new ideas, inventions, a new Renaissance spirit.  We need to look at where the church is going and if God’s truth is still evident in its teachings.  New technology makes it easier for us to study online.  Eventually the fellowship will return, but the main thing is that we don’t let the church and the purity of the Bible go into isolation too.  It’s time to get out the hammer and nails.  Let’s do this!

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR THIS TIME OF GRACE.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105

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TEN YEARS, SO QUICKLY GONE . . .

Red farmhouse surrounded by autumn trees, pumpkins, garden, barn, and rolling hills

It’s October.  The month of howling things and stuff that goes bump in the night. The skies have been ashen grey for a couple of days and we’re not about to see the sun for a while.  When temperatures drop dramatically from the 70s with dewpoints in the 60s, to the 50s and chilly winds, it’s enough to shock anyone’s constitution.  It’s time to heat up the apple cider and hit the worn off keys of my computer’s keyboard.  Writing is a journey and a cold, dreary, dank and depressing day can be turned around instantly when you get in the groove.

I’ve been living in my Little House on the Freeway for ten years now. Time has swiftly crushed the years and here I am. So much has happened in that time. We found this little old farmhouse and fell in love with it. It was built in 1875 – rebuilt in the 1940s after a tornado almost leveled it. It was one of the original homes in Anoka. So far, there have been no ghost sightings, which I didn’t really expect. In this sweet little dwelling, I’ve grown older. I’ve watched my grandchildren grow into young adults. I’ve experienced time with my first great grandson. I found a theatre in the community to continue my love for writing and performance. My husband found an art center located a couple blocks from us and was able to teach art to many. We celebrated 60 years of marriage. We made this place our home. We spent those ten years filling the house with love, caring, medical issues, growing old together, sharing family time and almost two years ago, my husband left his spot on the couch for a room in the heavenly realms.

Someone recently asked me if I would ever publish some of my blog posts into a book. I had to tell the truth. I am not one for rejection, so I’ve long given up on that route. I keep writing my blog and have for 13 years. It is my way to evangelize while doing what I love to do -writing. Maybe someday my thoughts and words will be published, but not by me. Like I said, I’m not one for rejection. That’s why I love Jesus so much. He never rejects us. So, l I continue to write for Him, for myself and for those who are willing to read it. I am hopeful that through my words, even one person will come to know the love of Jesus.

There are many thoughts on how to deal with aging. Mine are pretty simple. I believe God has a plan for my life. He knows when my time for heaven will come. He loved me so much that He died for me. He defeated Satan and his army of minions. He was raised back to life and returned to His followers to prove He’d risen from death. He ascended into heaven 40 days later. He will come again to judge the world. While I wait for Him, I stay involved in as many activities as I can without breaking my body. I’ve learned to step away when necessary. I’ve rarely experienced writer’s block. There’s always something to write about. As we age, let’s remember that our lives are still filled with purpose because of what our Almighty God has done for us.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR THE PAST TEN YEARS & MORE TO COME!

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HALLOWEEN IN ANOKA, MN . . .

Autumn Halloween street in historic Anoka

Halloween is back in Anoka, MN, the Halloween Capitol of the World. There was a parade on Thursday for littles. It was a chance for kids to march down the main street, dress up in their favorite characters and collect some free candy. On Saturday, the Grand Day Parade was held, with a huge number of royalty floats from other communities in Minnesota. This time the kids lined up on the sidewalks and candy was thrown at them from young royals waving the queen wave and looking bored. There will be a number of Trunk or Treat venues all over town in cars, decorated for this unusual holiday. Guess what? They’re handing out candy. In a few days, the same children will be walking the streets and begging for CANDY! I’m sure the merchants of said candy will be happy, along with the dentists that these children will have to see to repair the results of it.

I’m not a big fan of Halloween and all its dark connotations – witches and spirits, zombies and ghosts are not my cup of tea, but I don’t believe in Santa Clause either. Guess I’m a grumpy old grandma. This holiday seems to bring out spooks of a different kind. Kids look adorable ij their costumes. Parties are held to help celebrate the harvest season and autumn, but in Anoka, MN, anything goes. Yards are decorated with skeletons and pumpkins. Spider webs fill the branches of trees. Storefronts and windows have been creatively painted with scenes pertaining to this day. It’s bigger than other holidays in this area, but I’ve noticed an increase in inflatables for all of them.

I remember going in for a blood test on Halloween a few years ago. I was greeted by a phlebotomist dressed as Dracula who had come to draw by blood. I had to chuckle until I heard a scream down the hall. That was the fastest, scariest doctor appointment I ever had.

Martin Luther and the Protestant Reformation were active on the eve of Halloween. It was the night before All Saints Day. People would be celebrating at church the next day. So, Martin decided to post his 95 Thesis to the front door of the sanctuary. His words and those of others would shake the world. It’s funny how some of these weird holidays connect with religious timelines.

Anyway, I plan to eat all my handout candy. For the ten years I’ve lived here we’ve only had about 3 trick or treaters. The only spirit you’ll find at my place is the Holy Spirit and I don’t t know if He likes candy.

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INTERNATIONAL ARTIST DAY . . .

ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

From the beginning of time, art has been a source of enjoyment, means of expression and part of humanity’s soul.  The painting artist may swing his brush through the air and create a masterpiece or nothing more than color on canvas, but whatever the results, it has impact.  A dancer spins flawlessly across a stage, caressing every note of music with each step.  A musician practices every day as notes pour from his instrument of choice and the center of his heart. An actor delivers a soliloquy and embraces the attention of his audience – while either moving or inciting. The sculptor takes a piece of wood or stone and carves life into the lifeless.  The poet weaves stories into beautiful verses, yet often they are never seen.  For a moment, an artist becomes recognized, but it isn’t usually until after his demise that his talent is monetarily realized.  Thus, the term – starving artist.

In ancient days, the art scrawled on the walls of caves, became a means of communication.  As time progressed, pottery was crafted for practical purposes.  Again, the clock ticked away, and art became more a means of expression. During the European Renaissance, art became a way to edify God.  The church was the greatest patron of the arts as they decorated their sanctuaries with amazing sculptures and frescos depicting the life of the saints, Jesus, Mary and God.

Art wore different faces down through the ages.  Plays and movies tend to follow the times and interests of the masses.  Sometimes they become an escape to a fantastical place or an unknown world.  Music can also reflect the times, yet eventually everything seems to repeat itself.  What goes around often comes around, with a different spin to it. The use of artificial intelligence may create a new form of art, but there always needs to be an artist behind the scenes to come up with the idea and direction.

As we celebrate this special day, honoring artists, I’ve included a photo of my husband – artist, Paul Boecher. He passed away almost two years ago. The treasure trove of art he left through his painting, sculpting in wood and stone, teaching his craft to others and using his talent to edify God, is his legacy. It has kept me positive during this time of mourning, but nothing can actually take his place. The faith we shared will keep us bonded for eternity.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR ARTISTS AND THE BEAUTY THEY BRING TO LIFE.

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FALLING LEAVES DRIFT BY MY WINDOW . . .

ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

Signs of autumn in the air.

Air filled with fresh crispness and the sound of crunching beneath our toes.

Turn on the heat or build a fire to take away the chill.

Leaves slowly lose their grip and fall gently to the ground,

Dusting the grass with an intricate patchwork of color.

Acorns pile up and seeds of all kinds nestle into the earth.

Regeneration of life to come,

Shorter days remind us of our own lives winding down,

Making way for a better place,

Autumn is here.

This fleeting season is a reminder of our own life journey.

All of the senses are aroused.

God is giving us a glimpse of heaven.

Before that happens, we’re being treated to the smell of apple and pumpkin pies.

Our walks and drives take us to a magical coloring book created by God Himself.

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OH DEER . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Most of my readers are aware that my husband was an artist. He taught art, he made art and he found art in every aspect of his life. He was also an avid outdoorsman, who taught himself how to do archery in the basement of his home. He lived in the upper quarters of a funeral home, with a basement large enough for an archery range, He loved everything about nature and the creatures within it. He took up hunting early in his life. He challenged himself to hunt with bow and arrow, which isn’t always successful, especially with traditional equipment. His hunting days are over, but remnants and memories linger on. His art is filled with God’s creation. The watercolor sketch of a white-tailed deer is an example of what he was hunting for.

Snow soon will be in the forecast, the trees will lose all their leaves,

The earth has been harvested, and they’ve brought in all the sheaves,

It’s time to hunt for white tail, at least that’s what I’ve been told,

They don their blaze orange jackets, to assure they will grow old,

Right now, it’s hunting season but you hunt with bow and arrow,

You must possess great eyesight, or you might shoot a sparrow,

You may go home with nothing, but you aren’t wasting time,

The clean, fresh air is splendid and the atmosphere sublime.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR ANOTHER DAY!

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SIGNS OF THINGS TO COME . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

The watercolor painting shows the fading color of October. The brilliance we’ve see in the past couple weeks will probably retreat soon and we look to another season that seems colorless at times, but beautiful, nonetheless. In the poetry I’ve written, you will see the progression of life as exhibited in the seasons. Each holds great hope and promises for our eternal existence in heaven.

This season of bounty, where real treasures abound,

The trees have grown barren and with it has the ground,

New growth will re-enter, but it will be a while,

The dark days of winter will soon turn the sundial,

Seeds that were last planted for food on the table,

Have withered and languished like hay in the stable,

Our bodies are aching – our old minds are unclear,

The last days of springtime have long since disappeared,

Though days grow much shorter, more sweet dreams fill our heads,

A blanket of goose down will now cover our beds.

The short days of winter – of this squandering time,

Has robbed us of sunshine; has relinquished our prime,

The only commitment that we so hunger for,

Is waiting in shadows that lead to death’s dark door,

Still hope reigns victorious, that upon our last day,

Death’s grip will not hold us – God will beckon us stay,

A place where the angels will sing songs of great praise,

With peace and contentment under God’s righteous gaze,

Though this bounteous season will lead to our demise,

The will of our Father will bring pure paradise.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR ANOTHER DAY!

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RANDOM FRIDAY RAMBLINGS . . .

It’s been one of those outstanding weather weeks here in my neck of the woods. October allergies have returned, so I haven’t been getting much yard work done. The humongous black walnut tree outside my window has shed almost all its leaves, creating a carpet of brilliant yellow for now. I think it will remain until the first snow.

Animals are scurrying from here to there, storing the fruit of that same tree along with nibbling on small pumpkins I’ve set out as decorations. Our neighbor dog – a Great Dane – came to check them out and started rolling them on the ground. He carried one off to play with at his own house.

Election stuff in the mail and on my doorknob go immediately into the recycle bin. I am researching the candidates in my own way and really get angry at the amount of money spent on this costly advertising. There should be a cap on spending for all candidates.

I am appalled by the amount I’m spending on groceries. Even though I’ve started another diet, the cost on necessities has almost doubled.

Days are getting shorter. I wake up at 8 AM when I used to rise at 6 AM. You’d think I’d be ready for bed later, but instead I nod off at about 8 PM because it’s so dark outside. Add to that, daylight savings time changes in a couple weeks so we can expect even less waking hours.

I’ve started caring for my great grandson for a couple days a week. I’m basically watching him play for the most part. Now that he’s two, he’s very active and surrounded by a sea of toys to keep him busy. He is exploring his boundaries – testing my patience – and still likes to cuddle, which makes it all worthwhile.

Does this post sound like an old lady letting off some steam? It probably is. Life changes radically when you’re in your 80s. I’m learning to accept the fact, but it has been a battle, where my physical self is giving up the fight. With the condition of the world, hope for a future can seem pretty grim. I then remind myself that this world is only temporary. I’m looking forward to heaven, a new body, no tears or sorrow, no pain, no fear. I also know that day will come when God determines it. He has promised me and He always keeps His promises. Because of that, I thank Him for giving me extra time to enjoy the good things of this life.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR ANOTHER DAY!

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AUTUMN ANTICS . . .

When autumns dons its coat of many colors, I can’t help but think back to this funny story from many years ago. You have probably read it before, but it stirs all kinds of memories for me. It was a series of firsts for me. Squirrels and bird feeders are a normal sight at this time of the year. The furry little critters are extremely busy gathering food for future consumption. They forage for acorns, crush through the hard shells of black walnuts and might get lucky and find a peanut or two laying around. When they’re extremely desperate, they hit the bird feeders. Thus began my story.

Every day I would venture out to fill those feeders to draw in a variety of birds. There’s something about watching God’s creatures within their natural habitat. I grew to enjoy their colors, their determination, their stick-to-it abilities. What I wasn’t ready for was a plethora of grey squirrels who had the same perseverance. They would climb up the post and invade the feeders, throwing seed all over the place for their buddies to enjoy from a safer vantage point. The main squirrel would go through all kinds of acrobatics to reach his destination. It was a bit comical to watch him scoot up that pole. I tried to think of ways to deter him. I even greased the pole to avoid any further nuisance. It worked for a while, until all their sliding eventually wore away the slipperiness. We bought one of those baffles intended to keep squirrels from reaching their goal, but they always seemed to figure out a way to bypass it. After weeks of frustration, I finally decided to take more serious action. I found my husband’s pellet gun and took aim. I’d never fired a gun of any kind in my life. This particular weapon was intended to stun, not to kill. In the process, my finger got pinched at least once while trying to fire it. When I finally figured out how to operate the thing, I was at a point of no return. I took aim – pulled the trigger with my blood blistered finger and shot.

It was the most dramatic deaths I’ve ever seen. No Shakespearean play – no cowboys falling off the roof after being shot – no falling off a skyscraper could possibly compare. He raised his front feet in the air, tilted his head back and opened his mouth to take his final breath. He then fell to the ground with a great thud. I was devastated. I’d taken the life of one of God’s creatures. Thoughts of my guilt plagued me for about two minutes, when he quickly came back to life and scurried into the woods. I put the gun away never to use it again. That night, as I lay in my bed replaying the whole scenario, I fell into a deep sleep. My dreams began to haunt me. There I was, sitting on top of the bird feeder, surrounded by a circle of squirrels with pellet guns. They were all shooting at me!

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I AM JESUS’ LITTLE LAMB . . .

Shepherd with staff tending sheep in a rolling countryside landscape

ORIGINALLY POSTED IN 2015

To most of us, sheep don’t seem especially smart.  In fact, they move in herds, because if they’re left alone, they’ll surely stray and walk straight into a dangerous situation.  We’re often led as sheep to the slaughter by those who would deceive and mislead us.  I won’t get into politics here, but we’ve grown to be a nation of sheep in many ways.

We may think of sheep as cute and cuddly, but they get tangled in barbed wire, get dirty and their wool can grow out of control. They’re bothered by pesky insects which requires the shepherd to anoint their heads with oil. Many consider them stupid beasts with no sense of direction. Thus, they need a leader – someone to guide them through treacherous terrain – to show them the way to lush valleys and cool water.

Shepherds, on the other hand, were not considered to be especially honored citizens. They would work their herd of sheep for days at a time. They didn’t smell especially good. They became fuzzy themselves with long beards and matted hair. When they did return home, they were faced with critical remarks and bullying. They loved their sheep. They would stand in the way of danger for them and might face death to protect them. Jesus called Himself the good shepherd who loved his flock. He, in fact, did give His life for all of them.

Jesus spoke these words to His disciples,

“Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.” Matthew10:16. 

This was said to prepare them for the persecution they would face in spreading His good news. We also need to be prepared to defend our faith at times.  The only sure defense is the Word which God gave us.  The words of the Bible are direct guidance from Him for our lives.  He remains our shepherd in life and leads us to the green pastures of eternity.  We can count on it because He is the Good Shepherd.

“I Am Jesus’ Little Lamb,”by Henrietta L. von Hayn, 1724-1782

I am Jesus’ little lamb,
Ever glad at heart I am;
For my Shepherd gently guides me,
Knows my need, and well provides me,
Loves me every day the same,
Even calls me by my name.

Day by day, at home, away,
Jesus is my Staff and Stay.
When I hunger, Jesus feeds me,
Into pleasant pastures leads me;
When I thirst, He bids me go
Where the quiet waters flow.

Who so happy as I am,
Even now the Shepherd’s lamb?
And when my short life is ended,
By His angel host attended,
He shall fold me to His breast,
There within His arms to rest.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR YOUR GUIDANCE AND PROTECTION.

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CHILL TIME . . .

When we are surrounded by mass media which hammers us with fake news, half-truths, scandal, downright lies and simply too much of everything, it’s time to chill out. That should be easy at my age, My body has been chillin’ for some time now, but my mind hasn’t yet caught up with it. I’m learning, however, to stop and think before I commit to something; before I do more harm than good; before it’s too late. I’m in that age when we have to reevaluate our lifestyle. I continue to worry about undone tasks. I look out the window and see WORK TO BE DONE I have trouble lifting a frying pan. I walk like Tim Conway, sometimes using a cane or walker. My bones have turned dry and nobody like to have dry bones.

I guess we can blame some of these transitions for the aches and pains that follow, but often we can think we are still capable of what we used to accomplish in a day. This change in life comes at different times for everyone. I tried to retire at the age of 75, but soon became bored. I became involved in a local theatre company. I even performed in a couple shows. By the time I was 80 I was again teaching acting classes to those aged 55+. That turned into a group of elderly actors creating a series of episodes regarding the aging process.

When we’re young, it’s hard to take a chill time out. We’re busy making a living and hours are filled with extra-curricular activities, building a family, earning a living and struggling to make ends meet. As we grow older, all those things catch up with us and by the time we retire, we either press on or become grumpy. We feel we’re entitled to smooth sailing after all the years of storms we’ve faced. Maybe it has to do with the stress of having to still work to make ends meet.  It might even have to do with aging bodies that ache and tire out so quickly.

My life has always been filled with busyness. It’s definitely hard when you have a strong work ethic, to put yourself on the couch to relax. You feel guilty. You feel embarrassed that you need help. It’s funny though, when family members tell you to slow down, but on the other hand they want you to stay involved and active.

I am finally starting to accept my capabilities. There are hours when I just sit and read or watch mindless TV shows. When my body is saying, “knock it off,” I’m still too stubborn to do so. Maybe by the time I’m 90, things will change and I will have learned how to balance this thing called life. I hope that I can continue to look at the bright side and avoid the slings and arrows – the sticks and stones that accompany daily living. In the meantime, I will trust that God has this. I have no intention of becoming a grumpy old woman,

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR ANOTHER DAY!

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