THE MAGIC OF THE THEATRICAL

Posted on April 20, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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It seems a lifetime ago when the movie theatres were still open – when you could take in a movie for $5 on a Tuesday – when you could escape to another place, time or fill a couple hours with adventure and action or love and romance.  It also seems like forever when kids were auditioning for upcoming shows with their hearts longing for the lead role in their high school production.  When art galleries were open to public view.  When the fear of entering one of those places didn’t exist.  A time when concerts were an every day occurrence and music was performing live right before our eyes.  It seems like forever, but it’s only been . . . what is it now?

Since I was a little girl, the theatrical lived in my heart.  I dreamt of being onstage dancing aside Shirley Temple.  I wished I had the voice of Jane Powell or Kathryn Grayson. I could almost feel myself up on that screen acting with Marlon Brando or Gregory Peck.

Every Saturday, my dad would give me fifty cents and walk me to the local movie theatre.  I can still smell the aroma of popcorn – the sounds of other kids as they fought over seats – each of us wanting to sit right in the middle to get the best view.  There we would sit for the entire day – watching and re-watching the double feature, cartoons and new reels.  There was something very magical about those days.  I think it was during that time that I longed to be part of it all.

I eventually went on to be the neighborhood instigator of theatrical productions.  I would write the script, cast the characters, make the costumes and sets and direct the whole thing.  Of course I also had the starring role.  My friends reluctantly joined in, because in those days we used our imaginations to create fun things to do.  Eventually they learned to like doing plays as much as playing cowboys and Indians.

In the eighth grade, we were assigned the task of writing a play.  I’m sure my teacher was talking about a one act play, but my creative juices were active and I took it on myself to write the most outstanding, glamorous, cast of a thousand or more play, which would rival anything written by Tennessee Williams with music by Irving Berlin. I’m sure my teacher flipped his wig when he saw my manuscript of fifty or more pages.  I got a good grade. I was sure he never read it.  He mentioned to me that it was way too epic for anything our class could possibly produce.  I was crushed, but I still continued my love affair with theatre.

Here I am, approaching 78 years on this planet and that love is still thriving.  Now that I’m required to stay at home, I have become a real couch potato.  I’ve become a huge fan of TCM, the Turner Classic Movie Channel.  I continue to watch the classics on TV along with some that I’ve never seen.  I’ve seen some that make me wonder how they ever got on the screen and others that complete astound me.

In a way, I’m still enjoying the arts.  My husband is an artist so I get to see new pieces each day.  I don’t even have to leave the house.  There’s something about sharing the arts with the masses that still lives in me.  I’m looking forward to the day when we can do that again.  Until then, I’ll make a package of microwave popcorn, grab a snuggly blanket and hit the couch.

 

 

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SUNDAY PRAYER

Posted on April 19, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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Dear, Risen Savior, Brother and Friend, Jesus,

I come to you this Sunday after Easter with a heavy heart.  I like many others in this world have grown impatient.  I find myself becoming angry that I can’t be with my family at church.  I long for the taste of your Holy Supper – your body and blood.  I wish I could be in your house to confess my sins and know that you have forgiven them.

Yesterday was a bad day for me.  I’ve been reluctant to write about my real feelings, because I don’t wish to bring others down with me, but I’m tired of this isolation, social distancing and cocooning further into a life without a hug from my granddaughter, my children, my friends.  I don’t want to don a mask when I go shopping.  I’m afraid to go outside, because this is the worse time of year for my allergies and asthma.  I fear that boredom is setting in and making me anxious and fearful. I’m angry that things are so different now.

I should know better.  I should be quiet and wait for your answers.  I should trust that you have this in your hands and I need not be afraid.  Still I am.  I wonder how much longer this will go on.  Will we really be safe once it’s passed?  Will our economy rebound and get back to where it once was?  Will our money run out?  Will we survive?
Will we remain untouched by this illness?  How about those risking their lives for us by serving in the medical field, those who protect us, those who encourage and those who make church possible through electronic means.

As I ponder things, I pray that you bring calm to my heart and mind.  Help me know that all things in life are part of a much greater plan.  Remind me the cost it took for my redemption and that the ransom was paid by you.  Make me realize the gift of another day on this planet.  Thank you for your perpetual care and love for me and my loved ones.    May we all rejoice in the gift of Easter and your resurrection.  Let us know that heaven is waiting for us on the other side of death.  You gave us victory over the grave and took away our sins.  Alleluia and Amen!

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GROWING OLD LIKE FINE WINE AND AGED CHEESE

Posted on April 19, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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The idea of growing old never occurred to me until I became part of the silver haired generation. It still doesn’t hold much interest. In fact I’m trying to avoid it completely. Now that I’ve arrived, I can tell you that it’s over rated.  Age isn’t particularly where anyone in our society wants to be. Youth is everything, right?

We’re fed with the notion that we can achieve higher cheekbones, supple skin, bodies that never sag. We’re also told that once you get old your life is over. NOT! For one thing, you have earned the right to express your opinion and not really care if anyone listens to you or not. You can do anything you want as long as you can pull your aching body out of bed. Your mind is filled with so much information, but you often shut down or repeat the same things over and over.

Unfortunately, our society is so focused on youth that they’ve forgotten or dismissed old age. It’s one of those things we don’t talk about much until we become old ourselves.
I am in my seventies and I don’t really consider myself old.

I still get out of bed at 6 AM. I put my make up on each morning, fix my hair and get dressed. I can still tie my shoes, but it’s harder to reach them. I have acquired a lot of knowledge over the years, but I often forget it. I don’t look as good as I used to, but I can still see a sparkle in my eyes. I love to listen to the rain falling on the roof, but can’t always hear it. My body sags, my face is wrinkled, my senses have become dull, but I don’t consider myself one of those old fogies I remember from my youth. I know that God has a plan for me and some day, all you young whippersnappers are going to be walking in my shoes.

1 Timothy 5:1-2 “Do not rebuke an older man, but encourage him as you would a father, younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, younger women as sisters, in all purity”

Every living human being has value in this world – from the very young to the very old. Let’s never forget our place in the scheme of things. Getting older is just bringing us that much closer to heaven.

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RANDOM SATURDAY SILLINESS

Posted on April 18, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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WHAT’S A VULNERABLE ADULT?

Posted on April 18, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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“Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively                 callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.”                           Charlotte Bronte

I’ve written about aging several times. I do so because I’ve reached old age. I try to resist the fact that my body is limited when it comes to certain tasks. On the other hand there are times when I fall asleep in mid-sentence, which makes me realize there’s not much I can do about this process other than accept it and move on .

Statistics point to the fact that we’re living longer lives these days. By the year 2050 the aging population of the world will have doubled, which means more than a billion people will still be hanging on to life. Millennials will be footing the bill for Social Security. Many of them will be supporting their parents in their old age. The truth is, most people passing the age of sixty are still very vital people, with tons of knowledge and wisdom. We may no longer have the stamina we did at 21. Our thinking process is a little slower and so is our ability to move.

Add to that the COVID19 experience and anyone over 50 is at risk of death sooner than expected.  Prior to this pandemic, reaching 50 was nothing.  Sure there will be a mid-life crisis, but that passes and life goes on.  It seems when we’re placed in a certain class, we’re considered vulnerable. I believe we’re vulnerable at any age.  It really depends on how we look at things.

There are lots of ways the elderly can alter their bodies and faces – if they have a fortune to waste. Plastic surgery and cold body sculpting are at an all time high – and it’s not just the women who are making that investment. We’re being rebuilt piece by piece with replacement parts. Health care has extended the average life span remarkably. Health clubs offer special deals to keep senior citizens active. There are many community programs to keep the mind and body active.

I’m one of those living entirely on social security. Occasionally I will do some freelancing, or sell some of my writing, but basically our fixed income is simply that which we put into what was supposed to be a trust fund for people my age. Even that is being depleted by people who are going beyond what the average life expectancy was way back when Social Security was instituted.

So in the next few posts, I’m going to be addressing various options for people as they go through this inevitable aging process. These posts are meant to keep us thinking about our final years and how we will use them. We can fall into a trap of complacency. We can give up, because our minds and bodies just don’t respond the way they used to. We can hide in a bubble of our own making – hoping that eternity comes soon. We can dwell on our problems or we can make a positive impact on the world around us with our experience and wisdom.

My journey growing old has given me some new insight on what I used to think about the process. Just like any stage of life, it’s another step closer to heaven. If I had known what aging involved when I was young, I never would’ve been so eager to grow up. Growing old today has so much to offer. We just need to look at the positive side of it and trust that God has a reason for us to still be on this planet. There is work yet to be done and He will stay with us if we trust in Him.

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TGIF

Posted on April 17, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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The confusion of what day it happens to be can be a source of wonder for those in quarantIne.  I know it’s Friday, because we have no obligations on Friday.  I know it’s Friday because yesterday was Thursday and tomorrow is Saturday.  For those of us over seventy, time kind of runs all together and, unless we have a doctor’s appointment or need to pick up a prescription, we rarely need to know what day it is.  We’re old.  We are no longer required to punch a time clock.  We are free to do whatever we want, because we’ve earned it.

At least that’s what we’re led to believe.  Still a structured week is something I think we all need.  It’s good to know that we’ll wake up tomorrow to face another day.  We’re determined not to let the COVID19 latch onto us.  We stay isolated.  We obey the rules.  We go through the motions of living by preparing meals, until the food runs out and we have to venture into that world filled with germs.  Frankly I feel like the stores are cleaner than they’ve ever been.  We’re probably exposed to more dirt and germs within the sanctuary of our own homes. We try, sometimes in vain, to avoid any kind of news, because of the negative nature of it.

When we were both in the working realm, it was easy to remember when it was Friday.  It was the signal which called us to the end of another work week and the onset of a time of rest and recreation+.  With retirement came a lack of scheduled events, yet we couldn’t leave it at that.  Both my husband and I are dedicated to keeping busy.  Whether that means spending an entire day in front of an easel or focusing on the use of the right words as you type them into what might be a published work.  We press on.

We do it, because if we were to confine ourselves to the couch or recliner, we’d simply lose track of what day it was altogether.  For us seniors, one day is pretty much like another, but we can make the best of each one of them.  Both of us are now teaching classes online instead of in a performance space or art studio.  We also have scheduled meetings with friends on social media.  It’s good to be able to check on each other and visit for a while and attach a face to the written word.  We’ll attend church and do our daily devotions online as well.  We’re adapting to something we’ve resisted for a long time.

Today is Friday.  Let’s thank God for getting us through another week – for His protection against infection – for His ever watchful eye over us – for keeping us focused on the things that matter and for giving us another day to live on earth with a purpose.

 

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY REVISED

Posted on April 17, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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STAGES OF GRIEF

Posted on April 16, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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This time of grieving is like none we’ve ever known – unless you were born during the time of the Spanish Flu Epidemic of 1918.  During that time a world pandemic took the lives of 675,000 Americans and an estimated 50 million victims worldwide.  The world war was also raging at this time in history.  After the signing of the armistice of November 11, 1918, people were jubilant.  There was celebrating in the streets and a feeling of freedom from the arms of war as well as a slowing of the Spanish Flu, which had run through two waves at the same time.  This celebrating led to the third wave.

There are five stages to the grieving process, according to those who have chronicled the same.  They are listed as follows:

  • Denial & Isolation – When we first experience loss of any kind, we go through a period of denial.  We isolate ourselves from others and pull deeper within.  We don’t want to listen to the words of comfort, because we don’t believe them.  We grow further away from those who cherish us. Many in our country are going through this stage right now.  We’re stunned by the magnitude of the situation.  We didn’t believe it.  We’re supposed to be invincible, yet the first thing people did was stockpile things. Emotions were numbed by feeling we should be prepared for the unknown.
  • Anger – The second stage comes after we realize we can no longer deny the truth. We lash out at our governing officials.  We decry those who carried this illness into our country. We blame and our anger only makes us angrier.  The first stage has now succumbed to our feelings of not being in control.  We aren’t sure how to handle this thing which has eaten away at our bank accounts, 401Ks, our tempers and taken away our jobs, our patience, our freedom.  We’re now limited as to what we do, where we go, who we see and no longer are allowed into our churches, theatres, sports events, etc.
  • Bargaining & Guilt – At this time of our grieving we begin to feel desperate.  Our isolation has played on us heavily.  We need physical contact, hugs and togetherness.  We take unnecessary chances.  We don’t wear our masks or gloves. We try to make a deal with God in hopes of escaping this torture.  Feelings of extreme stress set in.  We feel totally helpless and guilty.  We feel guilty for not following the rules –  we feel guilty for going out to buy our supplies.  Our minds play tricks on us.  We forget who is really in control.
  • Depression – When we lose someone to death, there’s an immediate sadness.  We worry how we’ll survive, how we’ll pay for funeral expenses, how we’ll live without the deceased.  In our current situation we all could use a big hug, but even that doesn’t make the pain go away.  We must keep ourselves occupied, busy and in some sort of state of normalcy.  Suicidal thoughts may occur.  Now is the time to reach out to others. Though we may think we can handle the daily stresses of living, we need each other.  When you’re quarantined, that isn’t always possible.  If you have your family with you, use the time to fill some of the gaps that may have been unattended to in the past.
  • Acceptance -When we reach this stage, we’ve decided to stop feeling sorry for ourselves.  We determine to believe our circumstances are real and begin to live with them.  Not everyone will go through these steps of the grieving process, but one thing we must learn from any kind of loss is that we’re not alone in our struggle. Even Job from the Bible listened to his friends.  Fortunately for Job, He didn’t heed their advice.  He trusted God to get him through.  He was confident that all of his grief would be over soon – in a little while.

Life will go on.  We will have times of anxiety, fear, sadness and loneliness.  We will get through this and we will learn from it.

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MOORED

Posted on April 16, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Our lives on earth are temporal – a whisper hushed and still,
We’re placed here by the Father’s hand and through His mighty will,
He guides us through the depths of pain, He takes our hand and leads,
He washes all our sin away and cares for all our needs,
When faced with darkness, fear and loss, He lifts us in His arms,
Protecting us from Satan’s wiles, his misery and charms,
When life becomes to hard to bear, He takes our cares away,
He gives us hope, He shelters us, to see another day,
So turn to Him upon this day, when all seems lost and gone,
Rejoice in His unending love, replenished every dawn
And when that final day arrives and death knocks at the door,
Our tears will never overpass, the glory that’s in store.

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ONCE UPON A TIME – EMPTY STREETS

Posted on April 15, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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Streets normally filled with hustle and bustle were suffocated in a cloud of fog. The air was infused with an eerie silence. There were no vehicles to speak of except for a few semi-trucks taking their wares to market. An emergency vehicle or two slowly passed and the officers waved to each other. Their friendly gesture gave way to vigilance as a group of teens walked together with arms locked. They gave their warnings of social distancing and drove on. The warnings went unheeded.

It had been several weeks of the cloistered lifestyle. Those who once had weekly appointments scheduled for manicures, pedicures, massages, hair styling were now stuck in the confines of their homes, with broken nails and hair that needed coiffing. It was a sad state of affairs. The luxuries people used to enjoy were no longer available to them. They began to do those things for themselves.

In time they would learn to go back to the simpler life – a pioneer spirit was being reborn in them. They’d eventually forget about grooming all together. With the warmer weather about to descend upon them, spirits began to soar. At least they were allowed to be outdoors and enjoy the springtime weather. They sat around bon fires and made S’mores It felt like an extended camping trip, but the feeling of freedom would soon be thwarted by longer periods of isolation and eventual confinement behind closed doors.

The animal habits began to change as well. Stray cats were becoming even more prevalent. Their numbers increased along with their size. Typical tomcats looked more like Cougars and mountain lions. Domestic pets were quick to do their duty so they wouldn’t be chased by the giant cats. Food was easier for them to come by, because people were more generous and treats more abundant.

Bears returned to the city limits. They seemed more confident about reclaiming what once was their home turf. Wild turkeys, swans, cranes, egrets, geese and ducks congregated on residential streets. They wandered about two by two. There were so many of them they swam beak to beak through the rippling water. Birds filled the trees in pairs of every. The cacophony produced by their constant chirping resonated into every home. Deer and elk walked the city streets. They grazed in and out of abandoned restaurants looking for anything to nibble on. Soon their meals would come from the earth once more.

The grasses grew. With no one to cut them or tend to the yard, it soon became a wealth of nourishment for the wild creatures. Trees grew taller. Prairie flowers covered the fields. The landscape was alive with color and the scent of fragrant blooms. Mosquitoes and honey bees thrived even without human blood. They swarmed and dove around the untended gardens and shrubs – a place of plenty for them again. This new bounty caused them to mature into much larger insects.

People began to retreat even further into their world of cyberspace. This was their only link to the outside world. They heard that animals were growing larger in every land. It was almost as if the dinosaurs were returning to the earth. Every creature was free to roam wherever they chose. They had no boundaries while the humans remained confined. It was the 8th week.

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SURVIVOR

Posted on April 14, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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I am not a fan of the reality series, “Survivor.”  To me a real survivor isn’t self-serving, pompous, physically fit or one who is only in it to win.  However this show has grown in popularity and “survived” for the last twenty years.

What’s the draw which lures audiences for almost a quarter of a century?  I suppose having perfect bodies might have something to do with it. Maybe it’s the idea of winning at all costs.  Perhaps we all wish we could do amazing deeds like stay in isolation – away from civilization, prosperity and success for a time – living off the land and making do with what we have.  Oh wait a minute.  We’re doing exactly that right now.

We could really call ourselves survivors during this particular time in history.  What we’re experiencing right now is real reality.  Reality is the every day.  It’s what we become accustomed to.  It’s habitual, sometimes boring, but always interesting.

During times of trying to survive we can become innovative, inventive, creative.  We think about getting through it unscathed.  We begin to look inward for answers and when we discover that doesn’t work, we begin to look elsewhere.

Some may retreat into the depths of their souls – an existence of loneliness and fear.  Others may choose to find solace in a bottle or drugs.  Survivors choose to stay positive, while making the best of what they have available.  Some might find joy in the closeness of family, but eventually too much togetherness becomes an even greater burden.  Some long for the routine that once was normal.  When change occurs, we often run and hide.

There is a way to get through just about any situation in life.  God has created us in His image.  We are creative individuals and have the inner strength to survive if we use His handbook.  The Bible is filled with stories of people just like you and me who have survived the darkest parts of living – murderers, adulterers, thieves, the corrupt, deceivers and those who have become numb to God’s teachings.

Most of the survivors on the television series, meet their goals on their own.  Many fail.  Those who make it are rewarded for their efforts.  In life, we struggle to meet our goals on a daily basis.  When something gets in the way, we can either push through it or retreat into dark places of our own making.  If we trust in the One who made us and knows everything about us, we can count on surviving.  He never leaves us.  He’s our constant companion.  He brings us through even the most difficult of times.

“Fear not, for I am with you;
be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you,
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

Isaiah 41:10

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FINDING JOY IN THE ORDINARY

Posted on April 13, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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If you’ve ever watched children at play, you soon discover that some of their most enjoyable toys are the ordinary – the average – the lids off pots and pans – the cardboard box that once housed your new washing machine. Somewhere between childhood and adulthood we lose the ability to find pleasure in ordinary things. We get caught up in the world view of what our enjoyment should consist of.

We live in a time of plenty. Many families have more than one vehicle, nice clothes to wear, electronics of all kinds and more than decent housing, but we are also a nation of people who are never satisfied with what we have. We want more. MORE!

There’s a mental disorder referred to as Narcissistic Personality Disorder – a term used to describe someone who is more concerned with himself than others to the point of being obsessive over it. In my day we called that being selfish. In Jesus day, He called it wrong. He told His followers to put others first. What happened to that wonderful Golden Rule?

Sometimes I think we become so consumed with our own needs that we forget to look at what we already have. In other words, we forget to enjoy the ordinary. I remember some of my fondest moments of raising my children as occurring in the most unusual ways. The memories that stick out had nothing to do with what we were wearing or what we were amusing ourselves with, but with the everyday stuff that made us smile – the goofy things that happened which turned into memorable events.

At the time they may have not been so terrific, but if we can look back and find some measure of joy in them, they were worth even the temporary difficulty of the moment.
When your child spray paints the dog blue – you naturally go into panic mode – but 30 years from now it will become a recollection you can laugh at. When your son greets you at the front door with a twenty foot snake, you learn to keep calm, but faint when he leaves.  When your family doesn’t like your homemade cream puffs and it erupts into an all out food fight, you can’t help but laugh. We have become too serious in our pursuit of happiness. It’s already at our fingertips if we just open our eyes. Our lives can be full of an abundance of joy in adversity.

II Corinthians 8:2 “for in a severe test of affliction, their abundance of joy and their extreme poverty have overflowed in a wealth of generosity on their part.”

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DREAMING OF WARMER DAYS

Posted on April 13, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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The edge of a bluff lined river – a glassy reflection glistens and bounces onto a hill.

The light touches the edges of trees and buildings in the distance,

Creating patterns dancing from one place to another .

The deep crevices fill with darkness.

The sky is magnificently dotted with wispy clouds,

Interwoven with mauve, crimson and blue.

A path of towering pines shades the heat of the sun.

Breathing in the sweet, fresh air,

Hearing the sounds of rushing water,

Birds singing their little hearts out,

Filling your heart with contentment.

This little morsel of peace is just a speck in the scheme of things.

How we long for the glory of summer days. They are so few and fleeting.

Soon the leaves will turn to red and gold and then fall.

Like our lives. We wither and die.

The moments of joy we experience on this planet are nothing compared to what awaits.

The winter brings our dying breath.

Once again spring returns and we’re blessed with new life.

When we know God,

The glory never ends.

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EASTER LETDOWN

Posted on April 13, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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Easter has come and gone and it was the most unusual celebration I’ve experienced in my lifetime. The two of us viewed our church service online.  We stayed inside all day, because five or so inches of snow had fallen and temperatures were extra chilly.  We also stayed inside because we were required to.  There was a scrumptious ham dinner in which we overindulged.  Another online church service in the evening with hymns we could sing along with. We had phone calls and text messages from family and friends.  The only thing missing was the personal touch.

The pageantry of Easter with a church filled with signs of victory over death – beautiful flowers adorning the altar – special choir music accompanied by trumpets and other instruments of praise –  were all missing.  Still in the quiet of our home, the joy of Easter would not be hidden.  This year, more than ever, the thought of an empty tomb reminded us of our empty churches, but the emptiness quickly filled with joy as we rejoiced with Mary at the sight of her risen Savior.  He had risen indeed!

Things have changed drastically over the past five weeks.  It seems an eternity ago that this all started.  We’re getting tired of too much togetherness.  We’re feeling isolated.  We’re covering our faces and hands.  We’re staying at home and many are beginning to feel the stress.  Many are concerned about the economy and what will happen if people can’t get back to work again.  We still have bills to pay, but the income is no longer there.  Change is hard, but as the human race has proven time and time again, we adapt to our circumstances.  We’re strong when we unite even when we can no longer meet.

This is the beginning of a new week.  Our rejoicing shouldn’t stop.  Two thousand years ago things changed too.   Jesus left His throne in heaven and became man so He could live among us.  He felt every human emotion, experienced loss and sorrow, was crucified and came back to life for us.  He didn’t have to do this, but because He loved us so much, He could not do otherwise.  This is what Easter is all about.  The gift of redemption will never die.  When He came down from heaven, the world would never be the same.

As we look forward, change can prove to be good for us, if we allow it.  Instead of placing our thoughts on the negative, let’s look at the good things that are coming from it.

 

 

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AN EASTER LIKE NONE OTHER

Posted on April 12, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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I grew up in a time when Easter and Christmas were celebrated with days off of school, Easter bonnets, pretty new clothes, Easter egg hunts, lots of special food and going to church at 6 in the morning. Some of the highlights of church were entering a sanctuary filled with Easter Lilies, a white drape falling majestically over the cross, special triumphant music and a time for families to gather for breakfast afterwards. There were the cakes made to look like little lambs, hot cross buns, pancakes, hard boiled eggs and lots of other treats.

We always got something new and special to wear. I insisted on something with lots of poofiness, which wasn’t the best look for me since I was already poofy. My sister and I donned new dresses, shoes, purses, gloves and hats. My parents were not by any means wealthy, but they always managed to dress us well for the holidays.

All the things we add to Easter don’t begin to hold a candle to God’s love for us. We can display gorgeous flowers, make splendid dinners, buy new clothes, but none will cover the ugliness that lies within us. We’re all sinners and there’s no way to gloss over that. During those special church holidays, which by the way are the most well attended, we come to God’s house with hope in the promise that God has already washed away our sins.

This year will leave an empty spot in many hearts, because it will be an Easter we’d rather forget.  Families won’t gather for special meals and time together.  Instead we’ll stay home.  Many will have family time with the people they live with, but most of us will be isolated from each other.  I’m grateful to have this day to share with my husband – to listen and sing the beautiful songs of praise to our risen savior.  We’ll watch church service online.  Our churches will remain like the empty tomb which greeted the disciples on that first Easter Sunday.

My heart goes out to those who are alone.  This will be especially hard for them. For those with anxiety issues, PTSD, or suffer from depression this will be even more difficult.  We are creatures of habit and the idea of spending one of the most joyous of Christian holidays alone is almost impossible to comprehend.

Then my thoughts go back to that empty tomb.  Jesus had been placed there after His crucifixion and death on Friday.  The quiet Saturday was when He descended into hell and did His victory dance over Satan. On the third day He arose from the grave which held Him.  The tomb is empty, because He is risen indeed.

Though this will be an Easter like none other, we will never forget it.  Let the true beauty of the work of Jesus live with us today and forever.  We know that even though we feel alone, He is with us forever.  We will never walk alone.  The battle is over.  We have been bought and paid for by our precious Savior.

Traditions can help us remember the past. The greatest memory from the history of the world, is that God loves us, so much that He gave His life for us.  My we treasure that most glorious gift we’ve been given, unconditionally..

HAPPY RESURRECTION SUNDAY!

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REMNANTS OF THE PAST

Posted on April 11, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A rusted pail, a broken wheel within a vacant field,
A house that once was filled with love, the hands of time has stilled,
These remnants of those days gone by, where bounty once did stand,
Show lives wrapped up in simple things as meaningless as sand,
To let them go is difficult, but go they simply must,
These worldly things are useless if in them we do trust,
The only constant in our life, is Jesus, Christ our Lord,
We find our peace in knowing Him and studying His Word,
Our God will give the things we need when in that hope we trust,
But faith is vital to our hope, and talk to Him we must,
Our God knows just what’s right for us, He’ll never let us down,
Just open up your heart in prayer and you’ll receive a crown,
Those remnants soon will go away and new life will begin,
When we let go and give it up, and put our trust in Him.

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SOUND OF SILENCE

Posted on April 11, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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Jesus lay dead in a secure tomb. A stone was rolled in front of it so that no one would be able to steal the body and claim He had risen from the dead.  It was too late to prepare His body for burial.  The Sabbath had already begun.  The day required rest and the absence of any kind of labor.  It was a long period of silence for the disciples and those who loved Jesus.  They could only mourn the loss of their friend in silence.

The sound of silence can be deafening.  We’re in a time where we have nothing to break the barrier between us and our friends and family.  We wish we could be together on Easter as we usually are.  We long for time to hug and speak one on one.  We need the human element of touch.  The streets are almost eerily quiet.  The grocery stores have become our only outlet.  We could beat ourselves up with the negative side of this imposed silence in our lives, but thinking about that first Easter Saturday, we can take this time to contemplate what the beauty of Easter is all about.

It isn’t the commercialism with its high demand for cards, flowers, chocolate bunnies and Easter egg hunts. It has nothing to do with how we can dress to the nines and look our best.  It isn’t the beauty of spring bursting forth in all its majesty.  This is a day of rest.  It is the Jewish Sabbath.  It is also the day where Jesus’ dead body lay silently in the tomb, but He was already taking care of business.  He defeated our greatest enemy when he hung on the cross.  He made it known to Satan that he no longer had dominion over God’s people.  He freed us from the bondage of sin and revealed that He was resurrected from the dead.

I happened to think of this old Simon & Garfunkel song as I wrote this.  The words still hold some truth for us today.  We’re living in a closed world right now.  We could turn inward and feel sad for ourselves, but we can also use this time for silence and inner contemplation.  God knows what He’s doing and He’s got this.

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walk alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, ‘The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

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LOOK TO THE CROSS

Posted on April 10, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

When life engulfs you with anger and rage – when you struggle with fear and temptation,
Turn your mind to the glory of God’s written page – He will heal you and give you salvation.

Though your days seem relentless, your nights never end – your hope is in Jesus, your brother and friend.

His arms are wide open – He hears every prayer – and surely His peace He will bring.

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HOW MANY FEET HAVE YOU WASHED?

Posted on April 9, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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Bath time for little ones is a time of great enjoyment, because it means undivided attention from a parent who needs to be on hand to make sure the child is safe. It works that way when an elderly parent needs help bathing too. This very personal time is a way to show compassion for those we care about.

One of the highlights of Maundy Thursday was the love Jesus demonstrated for His disciples when He washed their feet. He placed Himself in a position reserved for servants. Can you imagine how much grime a person would pick up walking in sandals through all kinds of filth each day? Streets weren’t paved – they were littered with garbage – cluttered with dirt and animal dung – a breeding place for disease. It was a necessary daily task to clean them thoroughly – getting deep into every nook and cranny.

We are exposed to similar dirt in our lives, but it goes much deeper than a need for surface washing. The only way our sin can be eliminated is through the cleansing that comes from Christ alone. When He washed His disciples’ feet He was demonstrating the internal cleansing He would provide for the entire human race.

Maybe since families are now isolated and confined to their homes, it might be a good time to establish the practice of washing feet on this day.  We could read the Bible scripture, John 13:1-10 first.  Talk about all the reasons Jesus did this to show his servant attitude.  Then the parents can wash their children’s feet, followed by the children washing their parents’ feet. This extremely intimate act can be handed down as an Easter tradition from here on.

When Jesus died for us, the ugliness of sin was washed away. Through this ever so personal act, He also established His bond with us. We now have that perfect relationship with the Father – the one He always intended for us.

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OH, WHAT A VOICE!

Posted on April 8, 2020 by atimetoshare.me

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Young voices seem to excel on the playground, when having a tantrum, in church and in countless other ways. However, put them in front of an audience and that giant vocal cavity seems to close up instantly. There are, of course, exceptions to this rule, but for the most part, confidence is necessary to produce good vocal communication skills. Theatre is great for doing that, because we have a captive audience and the crowd is listening with ears wide open.

Can you imagine what it was like to be in the audience of Jesus, Christ? His voice is said to have been filled with compassion, love, peacefulness, power and I imagine volume. He could speak for hours to hungry crowds – who not only longed for food, but for encouragement in times of great poverty and political corruption. He had audiences of at least five thousand at times and that’s not including women and children. He often would escape to the middle of a lake and still be able to capture the attention of those almost a mile away from His voice.

Oh to have a voice with such power – such love – such influence. He stated once that He is the Good Shepherd and that the sheep of His flock hear his voice – they recognize it – they react to it. Even when the man, Jesus, hung helplessly on a cross, His words were recorded for history to remember. He spoke to a dying thief and assured him of paradise. He put the care of His mother in the hands of one of His disciples. He begged His Father to forgive His enemies. He showed His humanity by stating that He was thirsty. He spoke of feeling completely abandoned by His heavenly Father. He strongly declared that His mission on earth was accomplished and He commended Himself into the hands of His Father.
Jesus was like no other man. His voice is greater than any other human being. Even in the softness of words of comfort, He can be heard by those who believe in Him as their Savior.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“My Father’s house above
Has many mansions; I’ve a place
Prepared for you in love.”
I trust in Jesus—in that house,
According to His word,
Redeemed by grace, my soul shall live
Forever with the Lord.
“I Heard The Voice of Jesus Say,” Horatius Bonar

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