WE ALL HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS

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Yesterday our church had a guest speaker.  His ministry is devoted to bringing the good news of the Gospel to children and young people with special needs.  The fact that he is also a parent of a special needs child is a great testament to what he believes.  The one thing needful for those with disabilities as well as their families is to know they have a hard road ahead, but that God is with them through the journey.  I was struck by one thing he had to say.  He mentioned the that there are still places in the world that believe having a disabled child is tantamount to being cursed by God.  Those with special needs are often looked upon in a different way and even scoffed by society right here in our own country.

On Wednesday of this week, the theatre I have been associated with for the past two years is producing the musical version of “Aladdin, Jr.,” which includes a cast of special needs kids.  Each child has some kind of disability, whether it be emotional, physical or medical.  They have been paired with mentors who have some theatrical experience and have been working together for the past four months.  In that time, they’ve been learning lines, lyrics and music to songs, choreography and how exciting it is to be part of an experience like this.  They’ve also developed lasting friendships and realize they can do something they never thought possible.

My church is planning a ministry devoted to bringing the Gospel to those with special needs. We were given an example of how this would be implemented with music, various musical instruments, interaction and a simple Bible message that includes them.  My theatre friends are in their second year of producing stage shows designed to showcase abilities rather than disabilities.

It occurs to me that we are all people with special needs.  In spite of what society has to say about abortion, each life is a gift from God.  He knew us before our birth.  He crafted us in a unique way – different from each other, yet the same.  Some of us have more financial problems than others.  Some struggle with relationships.  There are those who suffer from anxiety, depression, anger or fear.  Those who bully are often as much in need as those being bullied.  Many grow up in poverty, believing there is no hope for them.  Even those who have great wealth have their problems.

Every human being has some kind of need.  We may not look that way on the outside, but inside hearts are breaking and longing for repair.  We all need to know that we have a purpose in life – that what we do matters – that someone loves us beyond measure – that there is hope.  The only One who can fill those needs is the One who came to live among us.  He experienced all the pain, suffering, hatred, grief and sorrow that we do.  He knows full well what we’re going through.  He laid down His life so that we could some day live with Him in paradise.

We all have special needs.  Some are harder to overcome than others, but through faith in the One who created life, we can endure it.  When we know we’re loved and treasured by God, we can move mountains.

 

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QUIET AFTER THE STORM

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

We search in vain for a place empty of confusion,

All the trappings of the world bring no relief,

The noise of life overtakes us.

We run to the mountains for serenity,

We hide in the meadow near a quiet stream,

We sail away from the pack to be alone,

But the sound of a jackhammer penetrates the silence,

The voices of anger rage around us,

The tempest of fear stirs within us,

True peace can only be obtained in the Son of God,

The Prince of Peace.

Come to Him for needed rest.

 

“In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.”  Psalm 4:8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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MY WRITING JOURNEY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I’m back in the saddle again.  After six or so weeks of rehearsals and performances it’s time to return to my novel.  So I’m turning in my acting hat for my writing chapeau once more.  I have had four people read my book.  Two have actually gone through the entire piece – one masterfully editing as she went.  All of the readers said they loved the characters and enjoyed getting to know them and be part of their lives for a while.  They encouraged me by saying they felt the characters were well developed, honest and they became connected through the reading.  They liked my descriptive style and felt as though the were actually in the place and situations which the characters encountered throughout their lives.

Almost all of them felt the beginning lacked a hook or attention getter, so I will be working on that this coming week.  It’s always good to have construction criticism.  I trust all of these four, because I know they are being honest with me and want me to succeed as much as I do.

So press on we must, for the race is not over.  I am up for the challenge and will employ many of my friends’ tidbits of advice.  At times it feels I will never be done, but I also know that perseverance pays off.  I think we need to pat ourselves on the back at times too.  Writing is a lonely process, where you pour out your inner thoughts and your desire is to entertain the reader – to grab them from the start – pull them into the story – make them anxious to turn the page – let the story unfold through the characters.  Since we don’t always have someone to guide us through, we have to depend on our own ability and just go for it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WALLY’S FRY DADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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I AM OFFENDED BY THAT

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Being offended seems to be the phrase of the  day in our time.  We feel we have the right to express offense at anything we don’t agree with.  It doesn’t mean we’re correct in our thinking, it has become a catch all phrase which often is an excuse for our own bad behavior or as a defense mechanism against those who take a stand which opposes us.

A while back, my husband was teaching a class in archery.  Because this. like any sport that includes a weapon, comes with rules for safety and respect for the weapon.  A woman and her three children were his students at the moment.  They were dressed in traditional  clothing from their homeland, including birqa. My husband proceeded to tell them that the clothing could be a hindrance as well as a safety issue.  He was simply stating a fact that would keep them from getting hurt.  The mother replied that she was offended by his statement.  No matter how he tried to explain the reason for his concern, she wouldn’t budge.  She became more and more belligerent.  Eventually she was so angry that she said she would leave the store and tell all her friends never to come there because they would be offended as well.

This may sound extreme and perhaps my husband’s motives were being misinterpreted, but he sincerely was concerned for their safety.  The fact that she just kept repeating the offense she had been handed may have been a lack of communication.  It may have been a language barrier.  There could’ve been any number of reasons, but it struck me as interesting that she could speak these words fluently.

When we don’t understand another’s motives – intentions – words – the best thing to do is to walk away, but this woman was creating an unnecessary scene laced with anger more than frustration.

How do we handle this seemingly unending rage?  Jesus told us to turn the other cheek.  The world tells us to defend ourselves – to fight back.  So much of our conversations today are filled with misunderstood words.  Many times we don’t even communicate face to face and words can be totally misinterpreted when written. Too often we jump to conclusions without listening to each other.  That leads to confrontation and argument and in the end, someone is going to be hurt.

Instead of going on the attack when we’re offended by something, wouldn’t it be much easier to listen first, assimilate what has been said and then react?  If this process were used, perhaps people wouldn’t be so offended.

 

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LITTLE BY LITTLE

It’s been hot, humid and the air quality was bad for the past couple weeks.  My husband, Paul Boecher, is currently involved in creating some beautiful murals in the underground garage of the Farmstead in Andover, MN.  This is an assisted living facility with so much to offer the community.

A small group of seasoned artists, under Paul’s direction and guidance, are donating their time to this project.  The history of the property is being depicted with images of a farmstead which once covered the land now occupied by senior residents with various needs.

Making art has always been one of Paul’s passions.  He was educated at the Art Institute of Chicago, the University Chicago and Layton School of Art and Marquette University in Milwaukee.  He spent his working years in the advertising business.  At the age of fifty two, he started a business where he hand carved architectural works of art for homes and businesses.  He then turned to painting and now teaches art to adults.  He’s enjoyed painting landscapes, waterfalls, cityscapes and barns.

This project will take a while to complete, because it must be done when the artists have some time to volunteer.  Most of those involved are senior citizens themselves.  Working on such a broad canvas is also challenging.

Today, with the onset of cooler temperatures and cleaner air, he will be at it again with at least one other artist.  It’s been fun to watch the progress.  The final product will be amazing if this is just the beginning.  I’ll continue to post more as they become available.

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THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

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There is something about finishing a theatrical production.  It leaves you with a feeling of loss, excitement, exhaustion, extra time and a feeling of accomplishment – especially when you have achieved what you set out to do.

For the past several weeks, this ensemble has been guided by the hand of a talented director.  Each performer has been given the opportunity to shine somewhere within the script, thanks to two talented playwrights,.  We were surrounded by a fantastic set which felt as though the audience was right there with us in the living room of the Frye family.  There were no egos – only a blend of friendship, helpfulness and camaraderie – a tightly knit mixture of comedic talent and timing and a true fellowship between all.

So now what?

After a full week of rehearsals starting last Saturday, with a four hour time slot and every night until opening night on Thursday  and additional performances on Friday, two on Saturday and yet another on Sunday, it’s time for this old lady to catch up on her rest.  Still there remains a bit of adrenaline to keep me motivated for the next one.

The laughter and tears will disappear for a while.  The laud and honor which comes with a good performance will dwindle.  The characters will be put on the shelf and life goes on.  I’m thankful to have been part of this – of the joy we brought to many hearts – the laughter on stage, from the audience and backstage.  It’s always hard to say goodbye, but the friendships we’ve made will linger on and hopefully we’ll be able to work together again.

 

 

 

 

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THE VOICE OF GOD

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When I was a child, I recall sitting in the sanctuary of our beautiful, Gothic styled, Lutheran church.  The stained glass windows depicted various scenes from the Bible.  The ceiling had paintings of angels and above the altar was a statue of Jesus ascending into heaven.  The altar itself was white, trimmed with gold leaf. The lectern was decorated in the same white and gold. The pulpit was raised above the floor, requiring the pastor to ascend several stairs as he went to deliver the sermon – a traditional placement for the message of the day.

There were so many places for little eyes to wander and absorb all the beauty and majesty of being in God’s house and His presence.  Being up so high, allowed the pastor a bird’s eye view of all those he was speaking to.  In fact he stopped in the middle of his sermon one day to reprimand two children who weren’t adequately paying attention.  That short, little fellow’s voice boomed like the voice of God Himself and for a long time, I viewed God as an angry father figure – one who spewed out the message of death and damnation for half an hour and concluded by almost whispering, “But, by the grace of God, you are saved.” Unfortunately those words of hope weren’t even heard as I wallowed in my sinfulness and sureness that I was going to hell.

Truly, it took most of my young life for me to get it.  Though I attended a Christian grade school and high school, I felt there was no hope for me.  The memory of that early experience led me to believe that I was on a fast train to damnation and an eternity in the pits of hell. I felt the eyes of God on me every moment.  I knew He was capable of being in all places at all times.  He knew my deepest thoughts.  He would certainly condemn me simply for them.

When I think back on those years, I feel sad that I had such a limited view of God.  I didn’t understand the depths of His love, His patience and tolerance nor the grace He so blessedly bestowed upon me, a sinner.  So often, we beat ourselves up with this kind of thinking.  We feel unworthy.  We struggle with guilt.  We succumb to the wiles of the devil and all his wicked ways – of which he has an abundance.

When we feel alone – when we struggle through relationships – when we can’t forgive ourselves for the evil we think or do – we naturally give in to depression and low self worth.  The Old Testament is filled with stories of people just like that.  People who  knew they were doing wrong.  They knew they couldn’t live up to God’s expectations.  They dwelt on their problems and felt consumed by them.  They’d come to the end of their rope – knew they couldn’t pay for their mistakes – felt hopeless.

Still in the quietness of the night, God whispered His forgiveness to them.  He didn’t use His most powerful voice.  He whispered.  We need to be open to hearing that wonderful message.  Even when we are at what seems the lowest point in life, He can be heard.  His Word gives us the clear message of forgiveness – not something we earn or merit, but a free gift given from God Himself.  Because of God’s great love and passion for us, we’ve been restored to Him.  When we finally hear His whisper to us – eternal life in paradise awaits.

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JUST PASSING THROUGH

 

 

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For the better part of this year, my life has been filled with creative endeavors.  In January my husband had a one man art show, which included some of my poetry.  In March I restarted writing a novel which had been lost to me in cyberspace.  I finished it in June and it’s close to being edited and ready for publication.  For the past month or so, I’ve been taking on a new persona as Ozella Meeks in “Southern Fried Nuptials,” a wonderful sequel to “Southern Fried Funeral.”

I have been blessed to be able to express myself in the arts and so has my husband.  For us, it has been a way of life and an extension of our working years.  Some would say, “You are so lucky to have a hobby that you love,” and that’s true, but it has also contributed to our livelihood.  Thankfully God always provides for us in the nick of time.

The beauty of our journey is not what we’ve created through our work, but how God has blessed us through the gifts He’s given us.  We can escape the world around us in a way.  I, through acting, can take on a different personality and live temporarily as someone totally unlike myself.  My husband can splash paint on a canvas, a wall or a building creating something for others to enjoy for a lifetime.

This, however,  is a temporary residence for both of us.  We know that the world is filled with turmoil, hatred, anger and corruption.  We also know that we’re here for just a short time.  We could let all the junk that comes with living here eat us up and spit us out, but what would we gain from that?  Our real home lies in the future when we reach heaven.  In the meantime, we’re simply passing through.  It isn’t important what we leave behind, other than being able to share the legacy of God’s grace.  All the things we do here will be forgotten.  I just hope there’s a stage in heaven.  I know there will be amazing places to paint.

God’s plans are always good. Our travels through life are not always going to be easy, but we have hope in the perfection of an eternity in heaven.

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SO HELP ME, GOD!

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WALLY’S FRYDADDY FRIDAY FUNNY

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JULIE’S FRIDAY FUNNY

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MY WRITING JOURNEY

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So what about that book I was writing?  I assumed I was finished.  Well at least I got to the last page.  Now, amidst differing opinions from a number of people who have read it, I am pushing forward in the writing process.

The past few weeks, however, have consumed me with memorizing lines, blocking, stage business and rehearsals, so my book is back on the shelf.  I will begin again on the editing next week.

I’ve decided to take constructive criticism, but I won’t change the integrity of my work.  I believe this is part of being a confident writer.  You own the book.  It’s part of you and who you are.  You have invested a number of months compiling it, rewriting, adding sub plots, etc.  so it is connected to you, your brain and your imagination.

Anyway, sometimes we need to take a break from our work and then return to it again at a later time.  So this weekend, my home will be the theatre as part of a fun cast and great director.  See you next week.

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ANOTHER OPENING, ANOTHER SHOW

 

Acting is the most personal of our crafts. The make-up of a human being – his physical, mental and emotional habits – influence his acting to a much greater extent than commonly recognized.”   Lee Strasberg

I can’t remember how many opening nights I’ve participated in, but each one gives an actor a sort of rush which is really unexplainable.  I guess it started when I was just a small child.  We’d pin a couple of sheets to the clothes line, make some popcorn, send out invitations to the neighborhood and dress in silly clothes.  We did some sort of play, skit or standup routine – whatever was the fare of the day.  The attention of an audience, no matter how big or small creates an energy that bounces from actor to observers and back to actors.  It has a rhythm all its own.  It excites, causes some pangs of fear and creates an immediate response.

Those feelings carried over into my high school years and the beckoning call of the theatre has been like unto an addiction of sorts.  For within that art, we can become someone unrecognizable from ourselves for a couple hours.  We put on a mask, draw on our own emotions and thought process and bring a character to life all in one fell swoop.

As my life pressed on this art has been a great part of my life.  I’ve written hundreds of plays and skits.  I’ve sewn countless costumes.  I’ve directed and taught children and adults the art of acting.  I can lay claim to being a performer, but as the years pass, the abilities change.  Our minds don’t retain as much as they used to.  Our bodies are restricted somewhat because of arthritis, bursitis, inflammation and other assorted maladies, but still the roar of the crowd calls.  Once you’ve experienced an opening night, you’ll never be the same.

Someone once said that what we do as an occupation, usually pertains to something you loved doing as a child.  I’m not sure if that’s entirely true, but for me, it’s a part of me Those early “shows” didn’t emote great acting.  Instead there were missed cues, lost lines, embarrassing but funny moments that went with the flow and for some it became a passion.  Every show has some sort of adventure waiting for you.

So tonight he lights will come up, the action will begin and sooner than we hope for it will be over, leaving a part of each individual involved with a sense of accomplishment.

 

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TURN YOUR FROWN UPSIDE DOWN

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In hopes of erasing some of the rhetoric and name calling going on over the past few months, I decided to devote this post to humor.  The messes we create on a daily basis are often far from humorous, but when they involve other people – yes, even the toxic ones I talked about yesterday – we’re opening a dialog which usually doesn’t have a happy ending.

While searching for a quote on humor and the benefits of laughter, I came across the one pictured.  I love the words, but admittedly I had no idea who William James was.  I mean he looks like a nice guy.  He even has laugh lines to prove my point.  His smile is hidden by well groomed facial hair, but I do see a hint of one in there somewhere.  People from this time period rarely smiled for photographs anyway.  I wonder why that is.  Were they really such an unhappy bunch – were they wearing shoes that were too tight or underwear that didn’t fit?

So I proceeded to Wikipedia to find out more about him.  William James was born in 1842 at the Astor House in New York.  Obviously his family was wealthy.  They also were well read and intellectual.  William eventually would be labeled “The Father of American Psychology,” because of his studies and contributions in that area.  This was a time when the science of psychology was in its early stages.  His father was a theologian, independently wealthy and well connected with the intellectual elites of the day.

His early adult years were riddled with various kinds of disease.  He had an artistic side, but decided to pursue a career in science.  He was tone deaf, suffered from bouts of depression and even contemplated suicide.  On one hand he was blessed with great wealth, position, education, and acceptance by his peers yet he wasn’t always happy.

Now that you have a brief description of the man that gave us that quote, I still see a ray of hope.  William obviously knew the importance of a good belly laugh.  The fact that he considered a sense of humor as common sense on steroids proves that.  From a scientific perspective laughter has always been good medicine.  When we laugh we release endorphins into our system which make us feel good.  It’s kind of a temporary fix to chuckle, chortle, giggle or snort out a good belly laugh.

I have been known to pull up to a drive through wearing a nose and glasses, just to get a rise out of the cashier.  My kids grew up in a house full of silliness.  One of the first things they learned to do was laugh.  There is no point in taking life so seriously.  If we do, we’re setting ourselves up for a great fall and an existence of hopelessness.  I believe that God has a sense of humor.  He must have, because he made me.

When the world is spinning out of control, put on a silly wig and dress up in an outrageous outfit when you go to work today.  Don’t limit yourself. You’ll be amazed how much fun you can have if you turn your frown upside down.  Not to mention the laughs you’ll get from the paramedics who drive you off to the funny farm.

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PASSING TIME

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Our time on earth is temporal, a whisper hushed and still,

We’re place here by God’s mighty hand, to do our Father’s will,

He guides us through the depths of pain.  He takes our hand and leads,

He washes all our sins away and cares for all our needs.

 

When faced with darkness, fear or loss, He lifts us in His arms,

Protecting us from Satan’s wiles, his misery and charms,

When life becomes too hard to bear, He takes our cares away,

He gives us hope, He shelters us, to see another day.

 

So run to Him this very day, when all seems lost and gone,

Rejoice in His unending love, replenished every day,

And when that final day arrives and death knocks at your door,

Our tears will never fall again, because of what’s in store.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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GIVE UP YOUR PHONE?

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My name is Kathy and I’m a phone-aholic.  I’ve become part of the new generation.  I spend way too much time on my phone.  I never thought this would happen to me, but it has and now I’m going to put myself to the test. I am no longer going to be a slave to this instrument of TMI.  I need to rest my brain for a while.

When my children were growing up, we didn’t have cell phones.  We had princess phones, dial phones and extension phones.  The extension phone was my favorite, especially when the kids had extra long conversations and made it impossible for me to use it.  I often would break into one of those dialogues and state that the limit had been reached.  Of course I was the bad guy for a while, but it did establish a precedent.  I was still the parent.

A few years ago a teacher in our area gave her students a choice. They could take their final exam, but they could opt out if they surrendered their cell phones. You would think this was a no brainer, but almost all of them chose to give up their phones for a week.

Her whole point was to get the students to realize there was another world beside that expensive piece of plastic. Her tactics worked. Kids began to communicate again. They didn’t have to take the exam, but were given additional assignments to maintain their grades, but the greater lesson learned was how important it is to have a real face to face conversation.

What a great teacher!

This summer might be the perfect time for parents to institute a similar option. By freeing them of those instruments you will be opening new doors for them.  They can get some physical exercise by riding their bikes – walking to their destination – swimming – cutting the grass – helping an old lady weed her garden.  They might offer to babysit for a neighbor for free.  Doing a task to be of assistance without getting anything in return is a great confidence builder. Anything that involves interaction is great for future team building and problem solving.

I know this might sound drastic to some and even brutal to others, but you will be giving one of the best life lessons ever. You don’t have to confiscate the phone for the entire summer, but I am willing to bet they won’t be relying on them nearly as much when school resumes.

The reason we have summer vacations is to renew physical bodies and refresh them for the work that lies ahead.  Now if I could just practice what I preach.

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DEALING WITH TOXIC PEOPLE

 

 

 

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Toxicity is described in the dictionary as something poisonous, extremely harsh, malicious or harmful.  It’s something we are seeing more and more with the use of the Internet, social media and lack of self control.  When we come up against someone who exhibits toxic behavior, our natural instinct is to confront them, defend ourselves or walk away.  We’ve all encountered toxic people – a classmate, someone we work with, a boss, a family member – maybe we’re the ones who are toxic.  Whatever the case, nothing good seems to come from these confrontations.

Some toxic people are narcissists.  Some have a low self image and need to prove themselves.  Some are power hungry, angry, unhappy or have been abused by another toxic person.  So how do we live with them, work with them or have a relationship with them?

When Jesus spoke His sermon on the mount he was setting up a list of guidelines for how to live.  Previously it was said to love your neighbor and hate your enemy.  Jesus said, “Love your enemies and  pray for those who persecute you.”  This probably made no sense at all.  When someone attacks we think we need to fight back, to defend our rights and honor.

When words are printed in the form of a text message, a tweet or a comment on social media, those words are permanent.  We can erase them, but the damage has already been done once the publish button is hit.  In our world of instant everything, we’re saying and writing words without thinking.  Too often we don’t even realize the effect of those words until it’s too late.

Face to face encounters are even worse, because we tend to act and react in the moment and words fly out of our mouths that we never intended to say.  To be a true follower of Christ, our actions should be that of a servant.  That doesn’t mean we should become a doormat for another person’s rage, but we should first show compassion rather than flying off the handle.  When we resort to the same tactics we’re giving the exact reaction they want.  That just feeds the drama and encourages more negative behavior.

When our integrity and work ethics are being challenged without cause, it isn’t easy to simply walk away or not respond.  Name calling, bullying, lies and anger run rampant in our country.  So what should we do?  Pray for them.  As hard as that may seem, it’s what we’re commanded to do.  The power of prayer is amazing.  It can heal broken bodies, restore relationships, give us hope in times of trouble and it can change hearts – even the hearts of toxic people.

 

 

 

 

 

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CLEARING UP THE CLOUDS

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ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
When days become diluted with the busyness of living,

It messes with our vision, as if closing all the blinds,

Our thoughts become polluted, our lives are unforgiving,

Our heads become befuddled, and shadows fill our minds.

 

The light that sweeps the darkness from our confusing state,

Cannot by coins be purchased, will not be found by hiding,

It’s light that comes from Heaven and it leads us to its gate,

We see that light in Jesus and His precious love abiding.

 

His Word is our connection, His promises are true,

He carries us through sadness, pain and loss,

His life He laid down gladly, He died for me and you,

There is no more confusion, just focus on the cross.

 

Psalm 119:130 “The unfolding of Your words gives light; It gives understanding to the simple.”

 

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