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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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Category Archives: Good Friday
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED . . .
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER The cross in the photo was done several years ago as a prototype for a much larger one that would appear at the front of a church. It is a simple cross … Continue reading
THE FINAL SACRIFICE
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© The sculpture of the cross of Christ, exhibits the pain and suffering that Jesus willingly gave for our benefit. He died so we may live. Blood flows from a beaten, smitten corpse, … Continue reading
FRIDAY IS A STATE OF MIND
Well, here it is Friday. The end of the work week. The beginning of the weekend and then it’s back to the same old same old. Or is it? What did you accomplish this week? I got up this morning … Continue reading
HE THIRSTED
(A fictional story of what might have happened on that original Good Friday. Many were moved by crucifixion of Jesus. Many came to follow Him. Many prophesies were fulfilled. The truth of the story is that He lived a human … Continue reading
THE EMPTY CROSS . . .
THE EMPTY CROSS – Sculpture prototype by Paul Boecher The photo accompanying this post is of a cross that hangs in our home. It was originally designed to appear at the front of a church. The cross is empty, but … Continue reading
DATELINE – MARCH 31
March 3`1st usually indicates the end of winter in my town, but this year, winter has decided to hang on indefinitely. Another winter storm is approaching with the possibility of 5″ to 8″ of new snow. We sort of get … Continue reading
A LIGHT THAT SHINES FOR ALL
Our world is filled with sadness – depression all around,Where can we turn for comfort when there’s none,The darkness draws around us – no respite can be found,We search for answers but they never come. The days close in upon … Continue reading
GOOD FRIDAY?
I never quite understood the meaning of the words, “Good Friday.” What’s good about it? Today we’ll hear sermons and watch movies depicting the horrendous torture and death of Jesus of Nazareth. We will experience the pain of the lash, … Continue reading
HE DIED
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© At the hour of the evening sacrifice, Jesus died. His stricken body had suffered unbearable torture, even for the Son of God. At last the weight of the sin of the world crushed him. He died, … Continue reading
THE CURSE OF THE CROSS
Roman crucifixion was considered to be the most painful, disgraceful and horrific forms of torture. The hands and feet were bound and nailed to the cross. The pain was excruciating. There was strain on the wrists,, shoulders and arms. The rib cage was … Continue reading
THIRST NO MORE
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© It seemed as though the thirst would never be quenched. As Jesus hung on that horrific cross – he expressed his need for water – he expressed his connection and disconnection with his father – showed … Continue reading
HE WAS PIERCED FOR ME
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© A babe so soft, a child so sweet, lay on a bed of hay, His mom looked at the dimpled hands and counted fingers at play. His hands would grow with bruises and scuffs as children so often … Continue reading
THE FINAL SACRIFICE
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© A tender shepherd walked this earth with love within his touch, His words could calm the troubled sheep, His hands led them through much. He chased away the predators, He brought them safely home. He often searched … Continue reading
THEY WATCHED HIM DIE
John and Jesus’ mother, Mary, followed the Via Dolorosa and watched the mighty warrior, Jesus go forth into battle. By this time, the Son of God had gone through a kangaroo court, been put on display before two Roman leaders, beaten … Continue reading
HE SUFFERED AND WAS BURIED
In remembering my little babe’s hands, I recall ten tiny fingers on smooth dimpled hands. These little fingers would grasp tightly to mine and in an instant he took hold of my heart. Each day, as he grew, those hands became bruised and scuffed as … Continue reading
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