PHOTO FROM PINTEREST – STORMS IN MINNESOTA TWO YEARS AGO
We’ve been in a short duration of what is to come in Minnesota. Storms pop up suddenly and often without warning. The skies can be brilliant blue with a faint whisper of clouds and immediately become filled with darkness and ominous cumulus formations above. Usually this leads to the month of tornadoes and extreme changes in temperature – which we’ve already experienced in April. In a way it’s like the patterns that fill our lives day by day. We can have bright sunshine and joy one day and be overrun with darkness and depression the next. We never know what will happen next. We can endure those storms by thanking God for placing these challenges in our walk. There will be storms – but they don’t have to defeat us.
Thank you, dear keeper of my soul, for giving me another day. Thanks for giving me opportunities to share your love with others. Thanks for your forgiveness each and every moment for things I have done and things I am about to do. Thank you for providing my sustenance for each day. Thanks for giving me a loving spouse and family. Thank you for allowing me the strength and endurance to carry me through. Thank you for loving me. Amen!
It’s not easy to find humor in the events of today, but I think it’s mandatory. Laughter has always been good medicine. Even the Bible talks about how important it is for us.
Proverbs 17:22 says, “A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”
That in itself is a good reason to laugh. Who wants dried up bones? I believe that God infused laughter into our humanity so that we wouldn’t lose hope. If we can find humor in an otherwise depressing situation, things don’t seem quite so bad anymore. One of the reasons I married my husband was that he had a great smile and he made me laugh. He had to – he married me. Our world is filled with so much bad news; it’s time to start laughing again. It may seem impossible to find anything to laugh about, but it is still a good remedy for a heavy heart.
This funny quote makes me laugh, because I’ve experienced it.
“I am thankful for laughter except when milk comes out of my nose.” – Woody Allen
Ella Wilcox said it in her poem “Solitude.
“Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth;
It has trouble enough of its own.”
If you are feeling down today, look up. But be careful – there may be a low flying flock of geese overhead. Happy Saturday!
No, I don’t have a Fitbit, but I recently discovered that I can see how many steps I take by going to an app on my phone. The first day, I felt really hopeless when only 250 steps showed up on the app. The fact that I didn’t carry my phone with me wherever I went might have had something to do with it. So, I decided to keep it in my pocket throughout the day. I was amazed when I reached 2000 steps. I thought maybe it had to do with the fact that my legs are short, and I need to take more steps to accomodate for that. Feeling a bit cocky, I told someone about my achievement, and they were eager to share the fact that they were up to 50,000 . To an old lady like me, them’s fighting words. I guess you could say I have a competitive spirit, even though I don’t demonstrate it often.
I’ve been doing the step counting for about a month now and I feel good about it. I’m more aware of getting the exercise I need, even it requires me to tap my feet more often, or dance while holding on to the countertop, or running in place for a minute or so. My trips to the mailbox also help, along with taking out the trash and getting from the house into the car, etc. I really rack up the steps on grocery shopping day. So, what if I’m hanging onto a grocery cart? My feet are moving. I walk into the store unassisted. I grab a cart and proceed through the aisles at a rapid pace, because this is definitely not my favorite thing to do anymore. I pack my own groceries. I wheel them to the car and place them in the trunk and unload them when I get home. On those days I’m doing over 5000 steps. I’m not very consistent, but I am moving and at almost 80 years old, that ain’t bad.
Aging robs us of many things, but if we put our mind to it, we can accomplish the seemingly impossible. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. If this helps you to be conscious of staying healthy, it’s a good thing. We might even slow down the process some.
I think we all go through times when we’re living in the middle of a huge mess. Maybe you didn’t have time to do the dishes. There are magazines from twenty years ago stacked in a corner. Your bed is unmade, the laundry is stacking up and you’ve forgotten to make lunches for your kids to take to school. It’s times like these when someone invariably shows up at your front door. Will you invite them in? Will you step outside to talk to them? Will you hope that if you don’t answer the door they will leave, thinking you aren’t home? We don’t like people to see the chaos we’ve created in our own lives. However, in the midst of all that chaos, there are many lessons to be learned and taught.
Dad has been working two jobs so that mom can stay at home with the kids. He’s exhausted most of the time, but when he comes home and finds them all asleep, he doesn’t fail to kiss them goodnight and tuck a surprise under the pillow. It might be as simple as a penny or a stick of gum, but it’s a memory that will live with those children for a long time.
Mom has been working overtime as well. Not only does she have a house to take care of, but there are places to transport the young ones, grocery shopping, lawn work, vet visits, medical emergencies or a discussion with a schoolteacher about a poor grade. She is also required to maintain the family budget, provide nutritional meals, make sure everyone is healthy and maybe even have a few minutes to herself. When it’s time for the day to end and the housework is still undone, she has time to talk to the children about their day – their grades – their fears – and give lots of hugs and positive thoughts. I doubt they will even realize the dishes are still in the sink, but they won’t forget her desire to care for their needs before her own.
We all would love to have the perfect home – with no dust bunnies under the bed – with everything in its proper place – no chaos or confusion – the ideal setting for a family. Or is it? The messes will always be there, but the relationships won’t. Take time to focus on how you can best help your family and the little things that they’ll remember forever.
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER – ARE THERE HAPPILY EVER AFTERS?
If every day held fairy tales and happily ever afters, Our lives would soon grow boring. We’d be hanging from the rafters. So, God gives us all challenges through every single day To know that He’s beside us, in each and every way.
Those tests can often leave us feeling lost and all alone, But if we just rely on Him, He’ll take us safely home. Where happily ever afters are the menu for each day – Where peace and full contentment keep us longing for to stay.
So, as we trod this blackened road of pain and great despair, We can be sure that Jesus knows and tends to every care. So, trust that He’ll be with you. You will never walk alone. He came to pay for all our wrongs from His great heavenly throne.
His bruised and smitten body lay quiet in the grave, He gave His precious blood for me and all the world to save, There are no words to thank Him, to give love in return, God’s promise is fulfilled, within my heart does burn, The words are ever etched within this heart of mine, My sins have been forgiven, by God’s own Son divine, I wait for Easter morning, with confidence and hope, To see Him resurrected gives me a way to cope. Sweet Jesus waiting there. Your love will never fail, I put my faith in You. No other can prevail.
I recall the times when we would get all dolled up for Easter. Even the term, “dolled up,” is kind of telling. We put on our best. We wore brand, new clothes, shoes, hats, gloves and other adornments to celebrate the resurrection of the King. Like most traditions, those days often pale in comparison to the perfect message of Easter. No matter how we come to church, no matter where or how we worship, we are all coming to praise Jesus for His gift of eternal life and freedom from the guilt of sin.
Resurrection Day is the most glorious day of the church calendar, but it’s also imprinted on the hearts of everyone who believes in God’s amazing grace and love for the entire world. The hosannas and alleluias will fill the air. The timpani will sound, the trumpets will blare, there will be beautiful flowers on the altar and songs of praise will ring out all over our world. The “noise” of Easter can’t hold a candle to the peace that it gives us. Jesus went uncomplaining forth – He suffered on a cross – He spoke to His followers and even forgave those who were putting him to death. He breathed His last and died – yes, He died. On the third day, He overcame death. He came back to life in a glorified body, with only the scars on his hands, feet and side. Those remained as proof that He indeed is the Messiah. The suffering was over. Jesus, Christ was risen – risen indeed!
“When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, “Fear not, I am the first and the last, and the living one. I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of Death and Hades.” Revelation 1:17-18
EASTER BLESSINGS TO ALL OF MY BLOGGING FRIENDS. MAY THE LOVE OF GOD REMAIN IN YOUR HEARTS AND MINDS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR AND GIVE YOU ETERNAL PEACE!
It was the Sabbath day – a day dedicated to rest and meditation. Jesus’ body had been interred in the tomb of a rich man. Time would not allow for preparing the body for burial, because the Sabbath required no work of any kind.
It was a fact that Jesus lay dead in that grave, but the leaders of the Sanhedrin wanted to make sure that the body wasn’t stolen by His followers – which would create even more of an uproar. They remembered that Jesus spoke of rising from the dead. If His body disappeared, it would open a whole new can of worms. They went to Pilate and asked that extra security be placed at the tomb so this wouldn’t happen.
Where were Jesus’ followers? We know that John took Mary, the mother of Jesus to his home, but what about the rest of them. Peter, after his denial of Jesus, must’ve felt great remorse and went into hiding fearing for his own life. Judas, the betrayer had already committed suicide. What about the rest of them? Surely, they must’ve recalled the words of the Messiah as they sat at the last supper together.
“Very truly I tell you, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy. A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world. So with you: Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy.” John 15:20-22
Those words were spoken only two days before. They were uttered by Jesus to give his disciples hope and peace of mind for the events that would follow. I imagine all they had in mind was grief at the loss of the One they called, Messiah. They were confused, frightened, anxious, depressed, really afraid for their own lives. Aren’t we much like them in that way? When our faith is challenged – when ugly things happen in our lives – when there seems to be no future – our first inclination is to run away. Our God is omniscient, which means “all knowing.” We can’t hide from Him. We cannot run away from Him.
As we ponder the happenings of Holy Week, let’s remember that our fears and anxieties will soon come to an end. As Jesus foretold – “I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy.” A new day is coming. The day of Resurrection. Don’t let anything take away the wonderful joy of that message.
Our world is filled with sadness – depression all around, Where can we turn for comfort when there’s none, The darkness draws around us – no respite can be found, We search for answers but they never come.
The days close in upon us, we feel that no one cares, We walk in darkness and in hopelessness, We lose our will to carry on, our eyes are filled with tears, We think we’ll never be free of the mess.
It’s then that God will rescue, when we are laid down low, And come before His throne with saddened hearts, He grants us His forgiveness, our sins He will let go, The sting of death no longer He imparts.
A child will come and lead us, His promises are real, The work has been completed through the Son, Our God will not forsake us, through all the things we feel, With Him we can face life with joy and zeal.
He came to earth to save us, He then became a man, Experienced things that we now suffer through, He was also there before our time on earth began, And soon He will return for me and you.
I never quite understood the meaning of the words, “Good Friday.” What’s good about it? Today we’ll hear sermons and watch movies depicting the horrendous torture and death of Jesus of Nazareth. We will experience the pain of the lash, the crown of thorns, the humiliation and crucifixion of an innocent man. Our minds will be filled with thougths of death by execution, blood spilled, betrayal, denial and followers running away and hiding. The whole story is filled with disturbing and dark images. Why Good Friday?
“In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” John 1:1
God was there at the beginning of time. He loved the world He created and continued to do so throughout history. Even though the first sin occurred in the Garden of Eden, God also gave Adam and Eve the promise that He would provide a Savior to take away the indelible mark of disobedience. This Savior would be flesh and blood like every other man, but He was conceived by the Holy Spirit and thus was without sin. He was both God and man. As we read in the Bible, the history of the Israelites was filled with laws and expectations of obedience to God. Time and time again those laws were broken, and the people drifted away from God. Still God remained faithful to his chosen people and eventually sent the promised Savior, Jesus – His one and only Son.
It was all part of the divine plan of salvation that Jesus come to take the sin of the world upon His own shoulders. He would carry that load to the cross for our sake. He didn’t have to do it this way. He was God, after all. He chose to show His unconditional love, by humbling Himself and allowing His holy self to be humiliated, scorned, beaten and killed for our benefit.
For years, the people offered sacrifices to God as a means of atoning for their sins, but none of those oblations would suffice until the worthy lamb of God, Jesus was offered up on the cross. That’s the reason Good Friday is so good. Instead of focusing on the cruelty of that day – or the bloodshed – or the mocking of an innocent – let’s think about the love God poured out, by paying the price Himself. What a magnificent, loving, sacrificial, unconditional perfect God we have. He gave the ultimate sacrifice by laying down His life for us. He rose again on the third day, so that we could be assured of the same resurrection after our own death.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
As the days wore on leading up to the Passover Feast, Jesus continued to teach. It seemed to Mary that He was more urgent in His message. There was so much He wanted His followers to know and yet He knew that His time on earth would soon be over. He had so much that He needed to tell His disciples and so little time to share it all.
As the leaders of the Sanhedrin plotted against Him, Jesus sent Peter and John to arrange for the last meal they’d share together. As Jesus traveled back to Jerusalem from Bethany, He knew full well that He was walking into a trap designed to silence Him forever. He went forth, like a great warrior ready for His battle for the redemption of humanity. It was after dark when He arrived with the others. They entered the upper room where the Passover Feast awaited them. Since it was the custom to wash feet upon entering a house, Jesus prepared the water and started to wash His disciples’ feet.
They had just walked two miles from Bethany, through the rough terrain and into a city now inhabited with thousands. The streets were cluttered with filth and their sandal-clad feet were now covered with scum. Still Jesus insisted on washing their feet. It was an act of a servant, but also another opportunity to teach His followers. He wanted them to know what was expected of them as His disciples – to care for each other in deepest humility and love. He then proceeded with the feast – again a mysterious act of submission. Jesus was offering Himself as the final sacrifice and this was how He was teaching them to honor Him after He left them. He spoke of the betrayal and denial to come from Judas and Peter. He knew they wouldn’t be able to stay awake as He prayed in Gethsemane. He knew Peter would cut off the ear of Malchus, the soldier. He knew His band of brothers would desert Him when He was arrested. He knew He’d be bound, spat upon, flogged, harassed, humiliated and suffer death on the cross. He knew and yet He went bravely forward as the sin-free, unblemished lamb. He knew that the sacrifice was the only way to fulfill God’s covenant to the world.
He realized that He was about to face a court of those who hated and feared Him. They would call Him a heretic, a radical, a fool, a blasphemer. He would endure the scourge as it tore through His flesh. He knew what was coming. Yet He went forth as the long-awaited Messiah.
His mother would weep in the darkness of that night, because she also knew.
At first his heart was filled with excitement to simply be with Jesus. Like the rest of the disciples, the message appealed to him. He had grown up with the promise of a Messiah and this Jesus seemed to fill all the prophesies written about Him. Like many of his brothers in the faith, He didn’t fully understand God’s plan. Jesus’ words resonated with an authority that commanded their attention. Their world was full of rebellion over Roman rule. Poverty lined the streets of the common man. The time was ripe for these words. What Judas didn’t understand was that Jesus was not an ordinary man. He was the Son of God.
Being the treasurer of the group, Judas always had money on his mind. How would they feed all the people that had gathered? How would they supply themselves with the necessary gear to survive the elements? When Jesus had his feet washed with expensive nard, Judas considered it a waste of something that could easily be turned into quick cash.
We often look at Judas with disdain, but he was truly a product of his environment – as all of us sinners are. By being so focused on the material things he missed what was right in front of him. He had God with him – right in his midst – and he didn’t recognize. We aren’t much different. We may go through life without thinking about Jesus and the importance of what He did for us. We get wrapped up in the things of this world like money, politics, doctrine, government, material things and we simply put Jesus on the back burner, when He should be the main focus of our lives.
When the devil entered Judas’ thoughts, he was overtaken by greed and betrayed the One who had come to save the world. When Satan gets into our heads, we do the same. We need to put our total focus on the One who has already conquered sin and guilt instead of our own selfish needs. So, let’s cut Judas some slack. We aren’t much different than he was. We need Jesus to intercede for us.
Let’s remember our own daily betrayal of Jesus through our thoughts, words and deeds. Let’s ask God for forgiveness, and let’s be confident that our sins have already been forgiven. May He then give us strength to live our lives for Him.
As I was doing my weekly grocery shopping the other day, I was amazed to find a whole section devoted to Easter bunnies, chocolate eggs, peeps, sugary treats, cavity makers and artificial grass – along with baskets of all sizes and shapes filled with toys and more sweet stuff. Maybe it has something to do with growing older, because when I was a young mom, the Easter bunny was a big part of this most holy of days.
When our children are growing up, why do we feel we have to sugar coat everything? I mean it’s the same with Christmas and other Christian observances as well. Anything wrapped in chocolate becomes our focus. The truth of Good Friday isn’t pretty at all. It’s raw and ugly. The suffering Savior, bruised for our iniquities died. He was buried in the secure tomb of a rich man. He overcame death and foreshadowed our resurrection through His own.
Again, maybe it’s because I’m aging ungracefully. My ideas about Christian holy days has deepened over time and I get a little miffed at the thought of my salvation being covered with jelly beans and chocolate eggs. Maybe it’s because I can’t afford to indulge in those special treats and gifts as much as I once did. Maybe it’s because our world has forgotten what was involved in that original Easter morning. Instead of being shrouded in empty burial cloths, we’ve chosen to view Easter as the coming of spring.
What is Easter all about? Is it all about me? Is it all about celebrating? Is it just another day? Is it about fancy clothes and gorgeous spring flowers? Is it time for another extravagant feast with special food and over indulgence? Yes to most of those questions. Unfortunately, the most important of Christian holidays has been commercialized into just another flashy, marketing extravaganza.
Truly, Easter is all about JESUS! HE is the One who took on the sin of the world. HE did so willingly, because of His love for us. HE suffered, was humiliated, broken, pierced, spat upon, tortured, bloodied and abandoned by God. HE endured all of this so we wouldn’t have to. HE died. HE conquered the devil and fulfilled the covenant between man and God. HE ROSE AGAIN ON THE THIRD DAY!
Take time this Easter weekend to think about why we Christians are so happy about this amazing grace. Ponder the cost. Get down on your knees and thank Jesus for what HE has done for us and bring on the Alleluias.
I’ve witnessed the birth of new life – watching as those precious, little lungs take their first breath. I’ve experienced holding my own breath as my little ones grew into adults. I’ve observed each step of their development with anticipation, worry, yet seasoned with love, joy and pride. That experience taught me to be patient, loving, caring and humble.I’ve lived my life seeing characters unfold before me. My mind has become a library of sorts – holding a treasure of representatives of the human race. Some are stellar members of society. Some are dark and broken. What I see is how much we are all alike – trudging through life with hidden secrets, fears and needs.
I’ve observed a young, homeless girl, jumping cement highway barriers as if she were leaping hurdles on a racetrack. She is like a speck in a sea of concrete, but moves like an antelope in the wild. I see this child as a survivor, yet pray that she will eventually find some measure of peace in her life.Yet, maybe she has for the moment.
I’ve considered a blind man as he walks with his unleashed dog – tossing a Frisbee in the air for the dog to catch and waiting for him to retrieve it and bring it back to him. The two are inseparable and totally dependent upon each other. I wondered who was leading who.
There are those within the walls of a church – who hold secrets that need to be dealt with. They come to the church for solace not realizing that everyone in that building is in need of something. I wonder what would happen if one day everyone opened up to each other, rather than trying to blend in to the crowd.
I have known those who can’t move forward, because they are locked in a way of life that they can’t change. I’ve been aware of those who go through physical pain and wonder if it will ever end. I’ve seen the caregivers and the strain that is placed on them as they unselfishly help others. I’ve gazed in wonder at the rich and famous. Through my own experience of having both wealth and poverty, I have found that there really is no difference in the two. Problems as well as joys occur in either sector.
There are the public figures, who often are placed on pedestals, destined to fall – The scholars who put their faith in science and knowledge – the skeptics who believe in nothing. There are those who profess to trusting in God but are pushing to make it on their own.
The addict, the thief, the murderer, the prostitute, the bold and brazen are in the same category as the benefactor, the motivators, encouragers, the preachers and teachers. We all have one thing in common. We’re imperfect. There is no amount of makeup, plastic surgery, botox, body building or weight management that removes imperfection. Only God can do that.The other truth is that we will all die one day.
Solomon observed his life in the book of Ecclesiastes. He had it all, yet felt life was meaningless – that there was nothing new under the sun. He had wealth, status, everything that man strives for, yet it wasn’t enough. The word Ecclesiastes actually translates into meaningless. The world is broken. We muddle through it, often without hope. We go through life and at times are confused. We experience life in ways that don’t satisfy and leave us empty. Yet we have hope if we have God in our lives. He can fill us up in ways that the world never can. He will restore us, mend us, lift us up and walk with us on this earth and He has prepared a perfect place for us in heaven. On that promise, we can depend.
Thirty-three years before, Jesus was carried in His mother’s womb on a donkey. The donkey is a beast of burden and so this is telling in a way. Our Savior, King would humble Himself by doing this. He would not come in glory, like his ancestor, King David. There would be no magnificent stallion or all the trappings of a king. He simply entered Jerusalem for the Passover on a working animal – one which often carried heavy loads.
This was to fulfill the prophecy written long ago about His entry as the Messiah: “Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey. (Zech 9:9)
It was necessary for Jesus to humble Himself in this way – not only to fulfill the prophesy, but to come as a servant – a sacrifice that would take away the sin of the world. That sacrifice had to be the unblemished lamb, without sin. God rode that donkey to carry the burdens of every human life – past, present and future. He didn’t have to do it this way. He is God. He could’ve commanded His angels to proclaim His entrance with pomp and circumstance, but He took our baggage on His own back so that we wouldn’t have to. By doing so, He became not only our Savior, but our brother, our confidante, our Lord, our Redeemer, Savior and King. Because of Him, we have a close relationship with our Creator. We’re part of His family and will someday take part in the inheritance of His kingdom.
As we celebrate this special day, let’s remember that God’s plans are always designed for our good. He s sacrificed Himself, so that we wouldn’t experience damnation. He gave His life so that we could live. This is the ultimate sacrifice. Hosanna – the Messiah has come!!!!!!!
They had arrived outside the city of Jerusalem. Jesus and His band of brothers made the journey for the annual Passover celebration. They were tired from the long journey, but Jesus was well aware of what would soon come to pass. He would send some of his followers ahead to arrange “special” transportation for their Rabbi. As the Messiah surveyed the landscape, He had to be thinking of the coming days. Tomorrow, the very people He had come to save, would open the gates and praise Him as their King. Within less than a week, He would be arrested by the same people, rebuked, tortured, spat upon and pinned to a Roman cross to die.
He knew that this was the plan His Father had made for the salvation of all mankind. It was His reason for being here all the past 33 years. Tears began to well up in His eyes as He looked off in the distance at the holy city and spoke these words:
“Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes. For the days will come upon you, when your enemies will set up a barricade around you and surround you and hem you in on every side and tear you down to the ground, you and your children within you. And they will not leave one stone upon another in you, because you did not know the time of your visitation.” Luke 19:41-44
Are we ready to welcome Jesus as our King of Kings? The time is ripe for His second coming, but will we recognize Him as the true Son of God and true Man? Will we praise Him today and toss Him aside in a few days – or will our relationship with Him thrive and flourish? The next few days will be filled with mixed emotions. We’ll hear about the price Jesus paid for our transgressions. We’ll be humbled by the fact that God Himself took on our burden of sin. His love is unconditional, yet as He said in His sermon on the mount – we should not only hear and believe His Word but put it into action and live our lives accordingly.
The price for our salvation has already been paid. Because of our devotion to Jesus, let us live as He would have us do.
As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension.
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