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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
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
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
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
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
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
There doesn’t seem to be anything good about Good Friday. The streets were lined with an angry mob demanding the death of three men. Two deserved to die, the other didn’t. Hidden in that crowd were a few of Jesus’ followers, … Continue reading
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