HOLY WEDNESDAY . . .

Posted on April 16, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

John 12:3 ESV “Mary therefore took a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume,”

I’ve already given Judas his time in print, but many consider Wednesday of Holy Week as “Spy Wednesday,” because Iscariot betrayed Jesus on that day for 30 pieces of silver. It’s possible that this occurred midweek, but this disciple had betrayal on his mind for a while. Maybe it occurred when Mary anointed Jesus’ feet with an expensive oil called Nard. Maybe it was before that, as he dipped his hands into the ministry’s treasury. We know Judas wasn’t the only disciple who was outraged at this act of love. But Jesus rebuked them and acknowledged the fact that she was doing this not only to indicate respect for Jesus, but to prepare Him for His coming burial.

A complete and perfect timeline for Holy Week has been attempted for centuries, but the point is that it was unnecessary for our salvation. Jesus knew what His mission was. He would teach, heal, encourage, inspire, train and lead His followers to the true Kingdom of God. He also knew that this would be His final week to complete this mission. He became angry. He would be accused. He would suffer. He would be found guilty. He would make His way to His death, carrying the cross that would hold Him. He would die an excruciating death. He would lay in the grave for three days and then be resurrected to life. That truth has managed to survive for many years. Jesus is still known as the Savior of the world and the true Son of God

Throughout this week, Jesus obviously knew what the outcome would be. He would go to the Mt. of Olives at the end of each day, to refresh and renew for the next day, when the crowds would return to listen to His words. They would meet at the temple or return to Bethany, the home of Lazarus, Mary and Martha. During one of those visits, Mary, lovingly anointed Jesus’ feet with oil.    The use of such oil was reserved for those deserving special honor.  It was also used for burial. She then dried His feet with her hair – an act of total submission and servanthood. One of those with Him at the house was the disciple who had already sold his soul to the devil.

Every prophesy regarding the Messiah was being fulfilled, from His conception to His death and resurrection. The sinless Son of God was about to lay down His life for the benefit of all those who believed in Him. He was the perfect sacrifice. He was God’s only Son. It was ordained way back in the Garden of Eden as God’s amazing plan for salvation. What a wonderful name is Jesus!

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HOW COULD HE?

Posted on April 15, 2025 by atimetoshare.me
The statue sculpted by Ignazio Jacometti (1854) represents Judas kissing Jesus Christ as a sign of betrayal.

It was Tuesday of Holy Week. Just like any other day, but plans were being put into place to capture Jesus and kill Him. In order for the plan to succeed, the Sanhedrin would collaborate with one of Jesus’ own disciples to make it happen. Even one who seemed pretty much in good standing with the man who was about to be arrested.

What was going on in his mind? A follower of Jesus for three years – keeper of the treasury – trusted disciple – led by the devil himself to betray the One and only Son of God. How could he? Why would he betray the man he had come to know as brother? Was the lure of thirty pieces of silver so strong that he couldn’t resist – even though He had God’s richest treasure within his midst? I can’t begin to imagine what Judas was thinking just before he entered the Garden of Gethsemane on that night.  How could anyone possibly explain what he was about to do?  In that moment he would walk up to his friend and betray him with a brotherly show of affection.  It was as if the devil crept into his soul and took up residence, but it was still part of the overall plan woven together by the King of Creation.  It had to be this way.

Judas Iscariot is mentioned a few times in God’s Word, but we don’t have a lot of background information. He was likely an educated man. He was put in charge of the money collected or donated as Jesus spread His message.

“But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (he who was about to betray him), said, ‘Why was this ointment not sold for three hundred denarii and given to the poor?‘  He said this, not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief, and having charge of the moneybag he used to help himself to what was put into it.“ John 12:4-7 ESV

This same disciple would be lured in by the leaders of Sanhedrin to turn Jesus over to them for trial. The cost was thirty pieces of silver – the average cost for a slave in Egypt during the time of the Exodus. They paid their blood money to Judas prior to obtaining Jesus’ arrest. Judas sold out his Savior not only because of his greed, but because Satan had already taken up residence in his heart.

The Bible states that Judas was a thief when he helped himself to the money designated for the poor, he wasn’t considered trustworthy. In a dark corner somewhere, I can imagine Judas lurking about in the shadows, waiting to be bribed into betraying a man he was supposed to follow and revere. The second those pieces of silver fell into his hands, he was lost. He would go on to hang himself in a gruesome death because of his shame – his conscience – his inability to deliver himself from temptation – or because it was a greater plan.

God knew what would occur. It was all predestined before Judas was even born. We could sit in judgement of this man and his weakness, but we are all guilty of betraying our Lord at one time or another in our own lives. How could we?

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TURNING THE TABLES . . .

Posted on April 14, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

The day before had been a day of excitement and glory for Jesus. He was hailed, the King of the Jews. Though honored as a king, Jesus entered the city in humility on the back of a donkey. One day, they were laying palm branches at His feet and praising Him with loud songs of Hosanna to the King. The next day things started to change. As He entered the temple, a new side of this normally quiet, gentle and peaceful man erupted.

There were thousands of citizens present that day, along with many from outlying areas of the city to celebrate the Passover – the time of remembrance of the Jewish deliverance from their oppressors in Egypt. Every year pilgrims would make the journey to the Holy City to make their sacrifices. The streets were lined with animals, money changers and vendors. It had become a time not only of sacrifice, but one in which to make huge profits.  Jesus had seen this the last time He was in Jerusalem.

Merchants of all kinds were within the temple gates – those who sold animals and birds – food vendors – and purveyors of memories for the people to take home with them. When Jesus saw it, He became enraged. The holy house of God was no longer a place to worship, but a huge market place. His face became reddened with anger as He began to turn over the tables. He said to them,

“It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’ but you make it a den of robbers.”

His anger turned into rage as he dismantled every evil activity from the place. God is definitely a jealous God. He wants our full attention and Jesus was showing those folks that what they were doing was nothing short of idolatry.  The leaders of the church weren’t happy about this either, since they would receive a percentage of what the merchants made.

Jesus displayed His anger to show the power of God – to show His humanity – to show His disappointment – to cleanse the temple of all wrongdoing. By so doing, He was opening Himself up for all kinds of questions. Many asked who this man was. What authority did He have to do such a thing? He even referred to His Father as God.

He awoke the next day and was hungry. Yes, the Son of the most high hungered. He was not only God, but God in human flesh – with the same nature of man, but without sin.
He approached a fig tree to gather some fruit for His breakfast, but there was none.  He then cursed the tree and it withered before their eyes. The disciples wondered how this could be and Jesus informed them that even they would be able to move mountains with prayer and faith.

The next few days, the Sanhedrin would be a busy place. The power behind the Jewish religion would now begin plans on how to get rid of this heretic. To them Jesus had become a threat to the church and its teachings and He needed to be done away with.

Our Heavenly Father doesn’t like to see corruption in His dwelling place, but as with all things in a sinful world, evil exists and over time that which was pure and true becomes tainted and smothered. This is why the world needs Jesus. He is the only perfect sacrifice for our sins. Without Him we are condemned to live in a darkened life. With Him all things are made clean again. This is the perfect time to thank God for the price He paid for our redemption. Then, with grateful hearts we’re capable of turning away from those sinful ways into the Light of the world.

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KING OF KINGS . . .

Posted on April 13, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

A few years ago, I wrote a series called, “MARY’S JOURNEY©.” This section describes Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem. The Hebrew word for Hosanna is Save Us. Most of His followers looked on Jesus as the Messiah – the one who had come to save them from Roman oppression – another King David. Jesus proved to be a King, but His kingdom is not of this world.

He had an air of royalty about Him, even though he was not arrayed in purple or crowned with gold.  His mighty steed was a donkey – not what you’d expect for the King of Creation. The donkey is a beast of burden. The animal was carrying the One who would soon bear the burden of all sin on His own back. Still in the warmth of that arid, Spring Day, Jesus was praised by His throng of admirers as the Messiah – the One promised from the lineage of King David.  They were convinced that this king would relieve them of all their problems, give them back control of their city and allow them to rule again in their promised land.

Their cries of “Hosanna” rang through the dusty streets, drowning the sounds of sacrificial lambs, goats and other offerings for the Feast of the Passover.  Palm branches were laid at His feet.  The sky was a clear, azure blue – not a cloud to be seen.  The warm sun shone brightly on the scene as the crowd’s enthusiasm swelled.

These adoring fans had followed Jesus for the past few months. They listened to His words of peace and love.  They watched as He fed 5000 men with only a handful of fishes and loaves.  They saw Him heal the sick and dying and even heard that He had brought some back from the grave. They could see there was something different about this man – something extraordinary.

Mary watched as her Son paraded through the rugged streets.  Her heart pounding with emotion – thoughts of excitement and pride at His current popularity.  She remembered as three distant Kings came to visit her new child with unbelievably expensive gifts. It all confused her at the time, but as she thought about it now, the truth was being made clearer by the minute.

She thought of the words of the angel, Gabriel, “ He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to Him the throne of His father David and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of His kingdom there will be no end.”   Could it be?  Were these words at last being fulfilled?

She knew that it was just a matter of time when all of her fears and doubts would be addressed.  This time of Passover was the perfect setting for the true Lamb of God to make His entrance.

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CELEBRATING PAUL . . .

Posted on April 12, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Today we celebrate the life of Paul Boecher – Son, Brother, Husband, Father, Grandpa, Great Grandpa – Entrepreneur – Business Man – Idea Man – Problem Solver – Art Teacher – Artist – Air Force Mechanic – Encourager – child and servant of God – Friend – Man of Many hats and interests – and more. He changed lives with his inner humility a nd strong relationship with His Savior.

We will start with a traditional memorial service at our church, followed by food and celebrating at the theatre I’m associated with. I am hoping there will be many stories to share about how this man affected so many in his almost 83 years. He left a legacy of art, but more importantly he never waivered in his faith, even when all seemed hopeless. I know he has already been welcomed into heaven and God has greeted him with His loving arms. I can’t wait to be reunited someday, but I will miss this wonderful man until that day.

We’ve traveled many miles along this thing that we call life,

At first two friends we came to be, and then a man and wife,

We’ve had our share of ups and downs and sometimes insides out,

We’ve argued and made up again so often I can’t count.

We entered into marriage thinking we could conquer all,

We never gave a second thought that we might sometimes fall,

Our hearts were filled with hope and love. God was at the center,

He led us through the best of times, He was the perfect mentor.

As we approach our final years, I’m sure of just one thing,

That God is in the midst of us, He’s caused our hearts to sing,

And even when our souls were crushed, when trouble entered in,

We knew He was surrounding us, we knew with Him we’d win.

The world continues to battle as wars are fiercely fought,

It seems like Satan is winning, his snares invade our thought,

But God has won the victory and sin has lost its hold,

We’ll die with that one conviction; His love has made us bold.

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OUR ROAD – TOGETHER . . .

Posted on April 11, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

I A journey through a lifetime of ups and downs over a period of sixty or more years, doesn’t happen much anymore. Maybe it’s because the easy way out is to simply walk away. When you make the commitment to love each other forever, it isn’t a temporary promise. When differences occur, you work them out. When problems arise, you talk them through. You share, compromise, adjust your way of thinking and if you have a shared relationship with God, you go to Him for answers and advice. Start by praying and going to His Word, the Bible, from the start. Marriage is an amazing journey when you follow through on your original promise to love one another. Then it becomes easy to do the same with others.

“OUR ROAD, TOGETHER,” By Kathy Boecher ART By Paul Boecher©

The sun slowly sets, leaving glistening rays upon still water,

We hold hands and think about tomorrow,

We plan,

We dream,

We hope for answers,

For wisdom, discernment, dependence on our God,

Some days we seem to approach a wilderness,

No plans,

Shattered dreams

Unanswered prayers,

It seems at times that God is no where to be found,

But then the glow of His presence is felt in the skies,

The water,

The trees,

The reflections,

We can be still and know,

That He is there,

That He is God,

That He has this!

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BEAUTY IN SIMPLICITY . . .

Posted on April 10, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This painting depicts a simpler lifestyle. There’s something about growing up on a farm that puts a certain balance in life. Competition isn’t an option. Hard work and integrity are. Putting in a twelve-hour day is a necessity not a means to gaining more wealth. Families are bonded by their working together, eating together, having fun together and living life together. God is usually at the center of a farm family, because they know the power of prayer. As we wind down this last week of Lent, repentance has been heavy my mind. Our sins requires a Savior, because we are incapable of getting rid of them on our own. Again, God came to the rescue. He took our sin and placed it on the back of His Only begotten Son. The perfect sacrifice. The Lamb without blemish. God with us, who took on human flesh to experience our condition yet without sin. The hoards of people who sang praises to Jesus when he entered Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, would quickly change their tune a week later. They were looking for a worldly king, but God had a better idea as He usually does. He put His creatures first. There are so many ways we can imitate Christ and his humble servant attitude. I believe that if we each do a random act of kindness each day, we’re following His lead. Not doing those acts because it’s being added to our list of good deeds, but because He loved us first and this is our way of thanking Him for His gift of salvation.

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TURNING OLD INTO NEW . . .

Posted on April 9, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Some of the smaller river towns in Wisconsin and Minnesota were thriving communities at their start. Much of the lumber industry relied on these rivers to transport their products from the north woods to the larger mills along the way. Paul loved painting in these quaint little towns. Mainly because many of the original structures are still there. They’ve been upgraded of course, but are still beautiful in their architecture and a reminder of the past.

The shop in this painting is a sampling of how old can often be restored and reused. Today, Coco Bello is an interior design company which also turns old into new. We walk this earth and our bodies are used, overused and abused to the point of very little hope for renovation. However, we continue to trust in God’s promise, even when we’re falling apart. His promise that even when our hair turns gray and our bones dry up, we will be restored into new bodies. No more pain. No sadness or depression. No worries, anxiety or fear. Death has no power over us, because God’s own Son made it possible for those who believe in Him, to reach heaven by His merit alone. There is no greater love than that which God pours on His people. When he looks at us, he no longer sees a sinner, but His own sinless Son.

Days of our lives go swiftly by. We travel this world for a while.

We walk without fear we leap and try, but soon we lose our smile.

The tests make us weary and sad. The cost seems too great to go on.

We start to feel useless and bad. The melody slips from our song.

Still, God walks beside us each day. He knows that our struggle is great.

So, trust Him to chart every way. To guide you to heaven, just wait.

His love is sublime, He treasures your time, His love is so pure, He had to endure.

The pain of a cross, to carry our loss. When He looks at you. You know it’s true.

Your sins are as white as the snow. To heaven you surely will go.

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I FELL ASLEEP COUNTING MY BLESSINGS . . .

Posted on April 8, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

I’m posting one more today, because yesterday was one of those days I simply have to share. My journey over the past few years has been one of many tests, many joys, a huge amount of memories and the loss of my husband. These are things that tend to send us into a tailspin or can provide us with proof that God is working all things for His good.

Yesterday morning, as I got ready for my morning of babysitting, I forgot to put my brand new hearing aids into my ears. I realized it half way to my destination. I could’ve have turned around and retrieved them, but I so enjoy being with my great grandson of six months, I didn’t. I figured I don’t yet understand his language yet, and it really wouldn’t make any difference to him. I had a great morning with the little guy and forgot all about my memory loss. When I left, I went on to do some grocery shopping. I shuffled quickly through the store picking up necessary items and some not so important things. I packed the goods into my car and drove off. When I arrived home, I realized I didn’t have my purse. I left it in the grocery cart! I raced back to the store in hopes of finding it, since my whole identity was in that bag. The carts had all been moved inside and my heart sank. I decided to go inside and ask if anyone had turned in a purse. All this time I was thinking who does that anymore. When I reached the service desk, my blood pressure must’ve been screaming off the charts. Instead, I found my purse had been returned, with all my identity intact including $8 + change. What a relief. My body temperature was now rising so I removed my coat and thanked God for continuing to watch over me,

Back home I went. Went to open the door to the house and realized I didn’t have my house keys. I retraced my steps. Called my granddaughter to see if I’d left them at her house. By now I was sweating bullets and wondering where my mind was. I was able to get ine because my grandson is living with me now and was home. Eventually the keys had fallen out of my coat pocket and were wedged under the seat. Thank you again, dear God.

It was a perfectly horrible day, yet I withstood one peril after another, not because of anything I did. It was all in the hands of God. Everything is. Even when the ugliest things are going on all around us, there is still hope, because God has this.

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ICONIC SIGNS OF THE CITY . . .

Posted on April 8, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This painting of the iconic Gold Medal Flour signs, which are visible from the Mississippi River, stand as a beacon of sorts for those nearing the town of Minneapolis.  One of the major industries in our town has been the manufacturing of flour and flour products.  The grain silos upon which the twin signs stand, act as a welcome to the metropolis made famous by one of the main brands of a product known throughout the civilized world.  For over a hundred years, it has been part of our city scape.

Paul spent the majority of his career in the advertising industry. He was trained in college to be a graphic designer. He interned at a printing firm and found out the basics of that industry. He learned how to set type, keyline and clean up finished work. He learned all aspects of different industries and agriculture through on hands training in the field. His inventive brain could come up with ideas on the spur of the moment as he would sketch as the client laid out his plans for his campaign. He was known for his speed and accuracy. I guess you could call him an icon in the ad business. Icons are no different than the rest of us. They just work a little harder and strive for excellence. Paul did that without even thinking about it. I know he wouldn’t want to be referred to as such, but he definitely was an entrepreneur.

Firmly she stands on the water’s edge, brilliantly lighting the way,

Beckoning travelers to stop and stay, greeting them day by day,

This sign once stood lightless, but those who knew, restored her again to view,

Proudly displaying the product’s name, it was again made bright and new,

So when you approach the river’s edge, be on the lookout for her,

An icon of past days  and future so bright, sweet memories  she will stir.

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PUTTING THINGS INTO PERSPECTIVE . . .

Posted on April 7, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

I’ve often said that aging is not for the faint of heart. Getting up in the morning is the first challenge. Making a mad dash to the bathroom is second on the list, but next shock is looking at the mirror and wondering what my great grandmother is doing in there – staring at me with her stoic, wrinkled face. Our perspective changes on everything begins to change. This weekend I received my first set of hearing aids and a whole new world has opened to me. My point of view is still changing. In fact, when I turned on the vacuum cleaner, I thought I’d blow my brains out with the noise. I can now hear things I never heard before.

An artist relies on a sense of perspective as well. When painting a landscape with a path running through it, the size of the path will grow as it gets closer to the viewer. A building is even more difficult to get the right perspective. All of the angles, sizes and shapes have to be taken into account. Paul was a master of bringing those things to a canvas. His perspective in life followed the same path. He could examine a situation, work through it in his mind, get advice from his Creator and put things into action to find solutions. Putting God first was his mantra and he followed that until the day he died.

So, as we grow old, we have a mountain of information and wisdom to share with others. Using those skills can build a strong future for our younger generation. Our legacy is really not about what we do on earth, but how God can use us to further His kingdom.

Our lives begin in innocence, we are too young to know;
But even in those fledgling years, we choose the way we go.
Our minds are bright our will is strong.
We think we know what’s right and wrong.
Our very hearts grow black with sin, our souls drift to and fro.

We can’t escape the grip of sin. It grows within our heart.
It’s like a cancer moving in and tearing souls apart.
There’s not a thing that we can do.
Our fate is sealed, our death is too.
Our path is filled with darkness, we have no place to start.

Our God showed love omnipotent. He sent His own dear Son.
To pay the price for my misdeeds – salvation He has won.
There’s not a word that I can say,
For burdens lifted every day.
My soul was purchased with His blood, the work has all been done.

How can I thank you, my dear Lord, for everything you gave,
So I will too in heaven live. My soul from sin is saved.
I give my heart and soul to you.
There’s nothing else for me to do.
I’ll praise your name forevermore – my sin is washed away.

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IF TREES COULD TALK . . .

Posted on April 6, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL T. & KATHY BOECHER©

Today might be a nice day for a drive or walk through a park. The sun is getting warmer and even a slight breeze would invigorate the soul. It seems we come closer to our Redeemer when we find ourselves in a natural setting. This painting was done plein air at Snail Lake Park. I’m assuming in the fall months. The grass is still green, but the leaves are turning. In the seasons of life, we go through many changes as well. Eventually we die, but there is the promise of new life after death. When we lose one we love, it seems like part of us goes back into the earth as well, but God tells us that we have a room waiting for us in heaven. I wonder if it will be surrounded by trees.

Trapped beneath the rugged surface,
A protrusion of gnarly bark and battered limbs,
Hidden within the depths of darkness,
A face sullied by nature,
Yet deeply entrenched with character,
Wrinkled and shriveled over time,
Scraggily,

Cragged,

Rutted,

Hellacious,

The years have overtaken,
A million voices it has heard,
The passage of time does not deter,
Still capturing rays of the sun,
Still suffering under gale force winds and driving rain,
Witness to all that sin has done to this world,

It weeps,

It bends,

It rebounds,

It lives again,

I wonder what stories it would tell,

If it could talk.

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TRANQUILITY . . .

Posted on April 5, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

As I scroll through Paul’s art, I feel he is with me. It’s always been a connection for us. He painted and I wrote. The words were easily inspired, because his work always gave me a sense of peace and tranquility. In so many ways, our life together was a matter of collaboration. We shared God at our center. This made it possible for us to get through the rough times without too much scarring. We enjoyed all the arts which gave us something in common. We liked to laugh. In my memory are moments of rollicking laughter, inopportune chuckles, LOLs when no one else saw the funny. We grew up together, having known each other from the age of 13 to 82. We went through rough times as well as profitable times. God had our plan arranged before we ever met. In these pieces of art, I have found a solace because so much of this man is in the work. I can no longer hug him. The days of conversation and laughter are gone, but I can’t erase the memories. Today’s painting is similar to many others, but the beautiful sunrise over a turquoise lake is breathtaking.

Life and all its rigor, anxiety and friction, comes to a screeching halt when you find that tranquil place that gives you complete peace.  It can be held in words written on a page, the sounds of nature or the music of a classical masterpiece. Or it can be a memory of a place once traveled – a site untouched by human hands which has endured the test of time – a place where only you and God exist together in harmony.

Psalm 91:2-6 ESV “I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.”

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PEACE IN THE VALLEY . . .

Posted on April 4, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

It seems at times that there is no place to go when life is throwing brick after brick at you. We scurry through this life trying to figure things out – trying to fix things – looking for answers. We may even think that we have the issue solved and something else happens to shake our world. In Psalm 23, God tells us that we can take refuge in Him. He will calm our fears and give us hope. He can even solve those problems that we can’t begin to handle. This painting shows how our sanctuary can be found wherever He abides and that’s everywhere. He is our “go to” place where we can leave our cares on His shoulders.

A peaceful mist hangs over the stillness of a chilly mountain lake,

Covered as with fairy dust, the beclouded vapor permeates,

The cool blue water reflects an autumn morning,

Light bounces off trees, causing them to dance in the breeze,

Soon all that will remain is the shadows of winter,

Snow will fill the valleys,

Ice will hang in branches where leaves once lived,

The scent of pine fills the air,

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GOD’S INTRICATE DESIGN . . .

Posted on April 3, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

God’s design is so amazing. Just take a moment to feast your eyes on it. The indigenous people of America were very much aware of this. This painting is an example of the Northwest Coast people. Paul was intrigued by their art and many of his sculptures reflect that. With each season, change is all throughout nature. God’s amazing design is everywhere. With the coming of spring, birds are making their way back into our environment. His eye is on the smallest and greatest of them. Today, as the sun rises, thank Him for His handiwork. Each line, curve and detail is important to the finished product. Yes, there is darkness in this sin filled world, but look closer and you will see the majesty of God’s masterpiece.

A tree stands firmly in the ground, though ancient yet unworthy,

Its life has spanned a hundred years, its limbs cried out for mercy,

The sun has withered, burnt and scorched, the wind has taken its toll,

The snow filled skies and frosty air are God’s quality control.

In spring new life will come again as leaves bud forth in glory,

A canopy of green appears creating a new story,

In fall the tree must undergo another painful trimming,

As leaves of crimson, gold and rust upon the ground are swimming.

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SIGNS OF SPRING . . .

Posted on April 2, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL T. & KATHY BOECHER©


A gentle breeze winds its way through a treed canopy,
Taking a trip along the water’s edge,
Clouds begin to collect in angelic form above the lake,
A peaceful setting, filled with people walking the perfectly landscaped path,
Artists interspersed throughout,
Where each of them casts his own interpretation upon an empty canvas,
While onlookers draw their own conclusions,
Soon the gentle, drifting clouds connect,
A raging storm ensues,
A mad dash to collect belongings and hit the road,
A spring day in the life of the itinerate artist

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OPEN SKETCH BOOK

Posted on April 1, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL T. & KATHY BOECHER©

A gentle breeze flows through the trees as people stroll along the water’s edge. Clouds gather above the lake, creating a tranquil scene filled with artists painting on their canvases and observers forming their own ideas. Suddenly, the clouds unite, leading to a sudden storm. Everyone rushes to gather their things and leave, capturing a chaotic moment in a summer day for the traveling artist.

The inspiring part about going through some of Paul’s sketchbooks, is finding his little notes or observations or prayers. He noticed the little things in nature. I remember him telling about one particular class he taught to young children regarding ants. He had them sit in one place and watch as a colony of ants would move about – their intensity and great work ethic. They sat patiently for a while. Some of them lost interest, but those who persevered were met with an abundance of surprises. Those who continued to watch noticed things like little cities, or houses, or storage units. Their imaginations were coming to life and Paul’s lesson on taking time to observe the little things was hitting home.

Take time today to watch, listen and observe. God has His eye on the whole world. Imagine what he sees. If we take just a few minutes to meditate on what is being said or done, we can open the door to a million miracles.

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JESUS MY KING

Posted on March 31, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Our God is inconceivable in every aspect of life. He is the King of Creation, Lord of Lords, the One and only True God. His love is beyond our human comprehension. He is Master of all things. This simple painting, framed in natural elements, shows the human vision of what God does every minute of every day. The light He sheds upon our world is the same light that guides us through it. He didn’t have to die for me, but He did.

You are my Lord and King. Without you I am lost.

My praise to you I bring, for paying the great cost.

You died upon the cross to save a wretch like me.

You suffered pain and loss upon that dreadful tree,

You gave your life for me, and others who believe.

You died to set me free. Your truth I’ll never leave.

Help me to mirror you; to walk within your light;

To share all that you do – your power and your might.

You’ve given me your Word – a manual for my life.

With it I now have heard the answers for my strife.

Prepare my heart for you. Let me your servant be.

May everything I do, reflect your love for me.

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A BRAND NEW DAY . . .

Posted on March 30, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Paul was part of a daily study of an osprey nest at the Coon Rapids Dam park several years back. There were about four guys altogether, who met each morning to bird watch. They kept copious notes and took hundreds of photographs as Paul set up his easel and palette. Being the naturalist that he was it wasn’t long before he had laid the underpainting and made notes as he watched. The project lasted for more than a month from the beginning of the nesting process, the laying of eggs to the new life that finally sprang forth. Paul was a stickler for detail, because every little bit of a painting tells a story. He took note of the different sizes of the birds – the expressions on their faces – the pecking order – even the details within the nest. You’ll see a dog collar, which was scrounged by one of the mature birds to hold things together. All that remains of that adventure is this painting and many unused notes and photos. The memory lingers, however, of a few guys getting together in nature and enjoying the view.

The osprey will return each year to the same nest. I wonder if that particular one is still there.

The dark days of winter have finally passed, a new day awakes with the sun,

The earth now gives way to the greening of grass, the squirrels are all on the run,

A robin is perched on a sweet budding branch, a cardinal sings beautiful tunes,

A newly tilled field lies awaiting a chance, to enjoy the sun’s long afternoons,

From dormant, dead soil, springs new life once again, sweet flowers explode in the rain,

The water from God benefits the terrain, and gives all  that it needs to sustain,

The process of life, makes us blessed like the earth, with seasons of unending bliss,

The story begins at the time of our birth, there are days that we’d rather dismiss,

We cannot escape trouble, it’s part of the plan, to test and refine us each day,

To strengthen our growth in life’s tenuous span, to trust in our God as we pray,

No more will we lay in that backbreaking ground, a new life awaits in the end,

Upon our last day, we’ll inherit a crown, given by our sweet Jesus, our friend

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ADDING COLOR TO A DREARY DAY

Posted on March 29, 2025 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Here’s another example from one of Paul’s sketch books. I’m assuming it was done with ball point pens. Paul would often draw a sketch for future use in a painting. He had the knack of being able to show movement in his works just by adding a line or curve or two. You can almost feel the wind blowing on this little farmstead and the chill of a March morning displaying grey skies. When days like that occur, it’s time to spend some time with God in prayer.

WHEN ALL WE CAN DO IS PRAY

Why is it when we come in prayer
We just don’t have the words to share?
The struggles still continue on,
Our hopes diminish and are gone.

We lift our voices, but we fear
That God’s too far away to hear.
We grow impatient and cannot wait
We think our problems aren’t that great.

Our ego soon gets in the way.
We think that we don’t have to pray,
But God knows all our needs and cares;
He wants to hear our inmost prayers.

He sends His spirit to our side,
To speak in words we cannot hide.
He goes to God to intercede,
In royal language does He plead

So, take your troubles to the Lord.
Don’t worry over the right word.
He loves to hear from you each day.
Don’t feel inadequate – just pray!

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