RAINY DAYS & MONDAYS

Posted on March 22, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As a child I used to think of rainy days as a time to escape to my books.  I loved to read, and a rainy day was the perfect time to do so.  I also used to think that rain was the result of God’s tears falling over us and cleansing us from our sins.  Mom used to say that thunder meant that the angels were bowling in heaven.  It’s funny all the ideas we can conjure up when we think about rain and storms.

However, there’s nothing funny about the storms we experience in our daily lives. There really is no escaping a rainy day.  It’s all part of God’s plan to nurture the earth and bring forth fruit, but sometimes the storms become impossible to handle and we get flooded with worry. The things we hope for don’t always come to be.  Our prayers aren’t always answered in the way we want them to be. Our desires often give way to the needs of our families and many times there are not enough dollars to cover them.

I always wanted to dance in the rain, like Gene Kelly did in the movies.  What fun to stomp on those puddles and let the drops trickle down your face as you did a soft shoe down the lane.  In a way, doing so meant making something good out of a bad situation.  When we can accomplish that, with God’s help, we can really sing in the rain. Even the toughest of situations seem a little less difficult if you can find some good in them.  For example, you’re late for work because you couldn’t get the kids moving this morning.  It so happens, had you left at your usual time, you may have been involved in an accident that occurred along your normal route.  Or maybe your electricity went out because of the storm and a kind neighbor offered to store your refrigerated items in their home. Suppose your health is failing and you may even be facing death.  Someone comes to spend the day with you or do chores for you or simply prays with you.  The storms seem a little easier then.

Wouldn’t it be fun to be a kid again, don your rain boots and go splashing through the puddles?  God made rain for a purpose and maybe part of that purpose is to give us hope for a brighter tomorrow. So go on and enjoy the moment – the day – the rain. What’s stopping you?

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WORLD POETRY DAY

Posted on March 21, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Today is World Poetry Day. You will find most of my poetry has to do with my faith in God and all He has accomplished for me and the entire world. My earthly inspiration comes from my husband’s artist hand. We have been together for many years, and I think we make a pretty good team. That is because God has always been at the center of our relationship.

Poetry is just another way of expressing what we feel, believe, hope for, our goals and all the trials we face. It is the marriage of words and rhythm. Once in a while the words rhyme, but they don’t have to, if they come from the heart. I think some of the greatest poetry ever written are the Psalms in the Bible. They have a cadence – a rhythm – the makings of a song. With each crafted word, inspired by God’s own breath, we hear all the petitions of man along with his fears, confession, repentance and praise.

We all have the ability to be poets. Like any art form, it must be exercised to be perfected. Like any gift from God, it must be implemented. When we use it for His glory, He will bless the words.

GOD IS EVERYWHERE, by Kathy Boecher

When I grow weary from the weight of life,

When every step becomes a heavy strife,

There’s no relief, no respite for my load,

The path is full of obstacles untold,

Each pothole, crag and deep embedded crack,

Becomes too much for this old, weary back,

But God is there at every twist and turn,

To raise me up when troubles churn,

To take the weight and soften every sting,

To wash away my tears and make me sing,

He’s with me everywhere I go,

Since Jesus loved me, this I know!

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SUNDAY PRAYER

Posted on March 20, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

ART & INSPIRATION FROM KATHY BOECHER

Dear Holy, God,

You are the bright and shining star.  You make the birds to sing and the waters to spring up and rain pour down to nourish your creation.  My heart delights in your name.

I wonder sometimes, what you must think of this world.  How did we stray so far from your glory?  How did things get so messed up.  You created the earth to be a paradise for all its inhabitants and one act of disobedience set the wheels of sin into motion.  From that day forward, paradise was lost.  Still, you made a covenant with man, to send a Messiah – a mighty warrior who would wash away the filth of sin and bring all people back into your grace.

We certainly don’t deserve any special treatment.  We continue to infect this planet with the darkness of sin. Our wrongdoings are countless.  On our own, we’re clothed in one common denominator.  We will all die.  Yet, because you are also a graceful God, we can look forward to life eternal in the paradise you intended for us in the first place.

I know I will soon face death.  It is one of the inevitable facts of life.  I’m not afraid of death.  I’m more concerned with those I will leave behind.

Please, dear, Lord, look down on your creation.  Have mercy on us once again.  I know you already paid the supreme price to forgive our sins, but we still need your constant attention.  Be at our sides as we face the unknown.  Be our guide and walk ahead of us – showing us the way you want us to live.  Walk behind us, lest we fall.  Support us with your truth, the Holy Bible.  You alone are our refuge and strength.  With you all things are possible.  Amen!

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THE POTTER & THE CLAY

Posted on March 18, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

It’s hard to imagine ourselves as a lifeless piece of clay or dead mass of rock, but when you see the final result – it’s an amazing piece of imagery.  We are in the Master’s hand.  He takes us and shapes us.  He sometimes has to push us to get us motivated.  There are days when he has to re-do us – not because He has made any mistakes, but because we are unwilling to surrender to His will.  If clay would be left on its own, it would stay the same forever.  With God as the potter –  we take on shape – we have purpose – we live. 

It isn’t always going to be easy.  We know we’re going to have obstacles.  Some days we think we’re finished, but the Potter has different ideas.  Some days we think we know better than Him and that’s when we have to be pushed down again and re-made.  As any good pot knows, there will be a fire to face at some point.  We will all have to go through trials in this life, but when we’re finished we will be ready – for eternity with the Master.

Isaiah 64:8  But now, O Lord, you are our Father;  we are the clay, and you are our potter;
    we are all the work of your hand.”

THE POTTER & THE CLAY

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

A lump of clay – no life – unanimated – uninspired,

Left to the hands of the Potter,

He pushes and prods with the strength of His hands,

He manipulates with the tenderness of His fingers,

And creates something beautiful from the unrecognizable,

He chisels details – two eyes, a nose, a mouth,

A human form, with flesh and blood,

He breathes life into newly formed nostrils with His own exhalation,

Then He sets it aside – letting His handiwork rest for a while,

Left to its own will and devices,

Alone,

No life,

Inanimate,

Uninspired,

The creation is led by its own desires and passions,

It wanders aimlessly through an unknown existence,

Without the Creator, it cannot think clearly,

Its mind is controlled by desires,.

Crashing,

Tumbling,

Falling,

Deeper into a pit of nothingness,

Alone and out of control,

Because it has not yet been exposed to the Light,

The Potter stops until His masterpiece is found,

He takes it into His loving hands,

He brings it closer to the Light.

He refines,

Warms,

Reshapes,

Remolds,

Inspires,

He erases the blemishes,

Polishes and finishes,

The Creation experiences the Light,

It feels the warmth,

Bends at the touch,

It is irresistible.

Through the Potter’s loving touch,

The clay now experiences eternal life.

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GOD’S RAINBOW

Posted on March 17, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

Many years ago, I wrote a musical play based on Noah and the Ark. It was called, “The Rainbow Promise.” In the final scene of the play, a rainbow appears to assure the people who were saved from the great flood, that God promises never to destroy the world with another flood. That symbol has been used in many ways over the years. On St Patrick’s Day, we often see a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. In today’s world it has been used for a variety of causes, but the first rainbow, set in the sky by God, Himself, is truly a promise that God will keep.

We could be in for storms in this life. Each one may seem worse than the past. Each one carries new burdens – depression – anxiety – anger – fear – discontent – but at the end of each storm, we can count on a rainbow from God. His promises are never broken. His Word is always true. The real pot of gold at the end is waiting for us in heaven. He made sure that the entire world would be saved from the infection of sin when He sent His Son to save it. The only condition is that we have faith and believe that promise. Those are also gifts from the Holy Spirit and not of our own doing. Jesus already died for every sin. The debt has been paid in full.

As I write these words, I can’t help but look at this story as make believe and happily ever afters, but the truth is, God has provided us with just that. The rainbow can be a reminder of His love for us and His fulfillment of His promises. No matter what the world throws at us, we have been redeemed and can look forward to eternity in paradise where there is no more sorrow, no more tears, and peace everlasting. The very first rainbow should help us remember that.

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WATCHING THE SNOW MELT

Posted on March 15, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

The days are much longer, the sun’s here to stay,

We’ve turned life’s cold corner and it’s a new day,

The once frozen waters are now clear and blue,

Earth covered with new growth and fresh sun kissed dew,

The sweet songs of springtime come from every tree

The long dormant branches, don buds that grow free,

The dark days of winter relinquish their hold,

A peace lies in springtime which never grows old,

The grass pushes forth and new life finds its way,

Through mulch and dead leaves it comes out now to play,

I sit here and wonder how life starts anew,

How death can evade us yet carry us through,

The darkness of days to a bright shining light,

I think then of Jesus and of His great might,

He’s cast off the shackles and burdensome load,

Our freedom He’s purchased, and made straight the road,

Perfection awaits us in Heaven’s sweet home,

Exploding as springtime, no more shall we roam.

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THE TRUE MIRACLE WORKER

Posted on March 14, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

Job suffered greatly, all in a matter of a few days. He lost all his wealth, his belongings, his house, livestock and land. He even lost his children. With each passing moment he watched as those things were swept away in an instant. His friends tried to convince Job that he had done something to anger God to receive such loss. As this once wealthy, prosperous, kind, loving man, sat in the ashes – body festering with boils – he had the faith in God’s true identity and knew that he would rescue him. He was completely aware that God alone was the Miracle Worker he needed.

Miracles were at the beginning of Jesus’ ministry and carry on to eternity. He continues to do miracles every day – even during hardships, time of pain and illness, days of oppression and war. His miracles are not always flashy. Sometimes we really have to look hard to find them, but they exist, nonetheless. With our eyes always open to them, we will experience the divinity of Jesus in our lives too.

His first miracle at Cana was done to show that Jesus was no ordinary man. He is divine. His disciples were amazed – His mother had faith in her Son’s divinity – the guests at the wedding were astounded to find the best wine being the last to be served. The miracle changed six jugs of water into more than 120 gallons of the finest wine that was ever set before man. There would be more of these astonishing feats. People would be healed from their disabilities, restored to good health, relieved of demons, even resurrected from death. These were not simple magic tricks designed to amaze the crowds. This was the hand of God Himself, interceding in the lives of mankind. The greatest miracle would come when this “man” Jesus, would suffer and die for the sins of the world and overcome death and the grave. We have that miracle waiting for us at the end of our days here on earth. God has promised that death will have no dominion over us.

“Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.”   George Bernard Shaw

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WHAT TIME IS IT?

Posted on March 12, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

Well, here we go again. Slaves to the guy who switches out the clocks twice a year. It seems we’ve been hearing about this time change to daylight savings for days now. The hype is exactly that – hype. I’ve discussed my thinking on this whole debacle over time, but it really has gotten quite amusing. The fact that my car hasn’t been driven much since November, I didn’t change the clock on the dashboard. In fact, it won’t be necessary now, so I feel like I’m ahead of the game.

However, when I woke this morning at 5:50 AM, I thought the time had already changed and it was really 6:50 AM. I then realized I was looking at my phone for the time and it wasn’t Sunday yet – so I went back to sleep until 8 AM. Tonight, I will change all the clocks on the various appliances. We have one old fashioned clock in the kitchen which still uses numbers and a dial to tell time. The battery ran out recently and I decided to take care of changing it tonight. It’s been 8:45 for about a month.

I keep trying to figure out why this whole thing got started and apparently it was designed for farmers to have more daylight to get their chores done. It’s kind of nice to have days that last until 10 PM, but for now we will have to wait a while for that. In the meantime, will it be dark when I wake up tomorrow for church? Most likely. For us Minnesotans, we get used to long nights from November to June. All of this is almost too much for an old lady who is already living on borrowed time.

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GOD, BE IN MY HEAD!

Posted on March 11, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

H. Walford Davies composed the hymn, “God, be in my Head,” and it was published in 1910. It has undergone some changes in arrangement over time, but the words remain the same. Those words sum up the Christian walk from birth to death and beyond.

This hymn says it all when it comes to our relationship with God. He should be in every aspect of our living from the moment we wake up in the morning until we lay our heads and fall asleep at night. We should be learning about Him on a daily basis, through His manual for living, the Bible. We should use our talents and gifts to further His kingdom.

In these times of great tribulation throughout our world – during the pandemic which still has us all a little shattered and undone – the weather catastrophic events which have wiped out property and possessions – an unprovoked war which we grow more incensed about each day – the killing of innocent unborn children – the pathetic drop in morality and giving in to temptation – the homeless, the hungry, the poor – it’s more than necessary that we return to our Creator, God who controls everything. As heinous as it all seems, it’s part of a much greater plan which will one day be revealed to us.

We must be sure that our children, grandchildren and future generations learn to rely on Him too. The image of God and His love for us should be emblazoned on our hearts and imprinted into our souls. This should be something we do out of gratitude for what He does for us every day of our lives.

Thank you, Holy God, for your ever-present love. I don’t deserve it, but you give it freely. Be with me in every step I take today and every day. Give me strength, faith and hope in your promises. Let me never forget the sacrifice you have willingly given for me.

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INTERNATIONAL WIG DAY

Posted on March 10, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

I haven’t done one of these “days of the year” posts for a while, but since it’s InternationaI Wig Day along with “Throwback Thursday,” I thought my famous wig story might be appropriate for today. The actual event took place some time in the 1970s and the story has been added to over the years, but it never seems to get old and it’s pretty funny as well as true – with the exception of a fib or two. There is no moral to this story. It’s just meant to make you smile.

The Women’s Liberation Movement was in full swing. I was living in Appleton, Wisconsin at the time and my career was that of a stay-at-home mom. My sister was living in Minneapolis with a little one of her own. We both thought we were liberated, but the truth is, we were stuck in the throes of house and hearth.  One day, however, we did take a day off to go golfing together.

We packed our clubs into the car.  Mine generally sat in the dining room corner, untouched and dusty from lack of use.  We hired a babysitter and off we went to one of the most challenging of courses in my town.  I didn’t have time to fix my hair properly that morning, because of three children – need I say more? So, I popped on a wig, which wasn’t unusual in those days.  I was feeling rather perky and looked cute in my Florence Henderson, stylishly coifed, shaggy hair.  We decided to splurge and rented a cart.

I wasn’t used to such luxury.  I hadn’t golfed in over ten years.  I was out of shape, but my hair looked good.  It was the perfect setup for what was about to happen.  I was in charge of driving the cart, even though my sister paid for it.  There’s something about being the oldest that has its benefits.  The cart was in fair shape, but what we didn’t know was that the brakes weren’t.  As we flew down a hill to the 9th hole, I realized that there was no way we were going to stop unless we ran into something.

As usually happens to me in cases like this, my short 30-year life passed quickly before my eyes.  I thought for sure this was it – again.  I thought about abandoning ship, but that thought was interrupted by the invasion of a firmly planted oak tree, which became our resting place.  In that short period of time, all our golf clubs scattered – many of my children’s little toys which had secretly been hidden in the bag, were strewn across the green grass.  My wig was perched on my head sideways.  My sister and I pulled ourselves together and proceeded to gather our belongings as a couple young, burly men ran towards us.

Little did we know that they were part of the Green Bay Packers football team.  You see, the Packers have always been involved in community and many of them owned businesses around town.  They helped us set the cart upright and offered to drive us to the clubhouse, but of course there were no brakes.  We thanked them for their kindness.  One of them noticed the toys strewn about and asked if they belonged to us.  In that moment of being rescued by two professional football players, all I could do was say, “no!” After they left, my sister and I retrieved the toys and replaced them into my bag as she laughed hysterically and said, “Your wig is on the side of your head.” Of course, I was mortified.

This is just one of the funny stories my sister and I have shared. I guess I should write a book and call it “A Tale of Two Sisters.”

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SPRING BREAK 2022

Posted on March 9, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

The calendar reads March 9th, but there is still a foot of snow on the ground, the temperature is hovering around 14 degrees, the sun is shining and for many young people it is a week designated for celebrating the end of winter. Spring break brings thoughts of careless carousing and foolishness that is better forgotten, but I suppose it might be called a rite of passage.

When winter’s final grip releases her icy hold on us, it’s such a relief. Our spirits soar, our coats come off, mittens are hidden in the recesses of the closet not to be donned for at least a few months. We breathe in fresh air instead of the stale, musty, dusty stuff that has permeated every inch of our homes. Curtains open, sun bathes each room with warmth and comfort. Windows may be cracked an inch or two simply to wash away the smells of the past duration. Memories of blooming gardens seep into our minds.

Interesting remnants of the long season pop up everywhere – the snake of a hose that never got rolled up in time for the first snow; the remains of withered weeds and overgrowth of un-mowed grass. The Adirondack chairs have now been designated as the Catarondack chairs, where the feral cats curl up and catch some rays.

King Solomon had a lot to say about the seasons in Eccleasiastes 3:1-8

“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:  A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.”

I’m not sure Solomon is talking about spring break, but I think he’s covered part of it. There is a season for everything – a time for all things – but God is the One who controls all of it. With that in mind, each season has a purpose in our living as well. They can represent each stage of life we go through. In the spring comes new life – new beginnings, freshness and promise. In the summer heat of adolescence comes the coming of age, the rites of passage and learning about ourselves and others. In the autumn we start to fade some. Our colors are still brilliant and beautiful, but our capacity to do much physically, is waning. By the time winter comes, our bodies have withered and are ready for heaven.

So here we are – another SPRING BREAK. The world continues on a wayward path. Wars and rumors of more abound. Hatred and anger run rampant in our city streets. Justice is demanded but not always given or received. COVID remains a threat. Gas prices will undoubtedly go through the roof. Still, we can rely on the fact that God is the One who controls all of it – and the end result will always be good.

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HOW CAN I SERVE THE LORD?

Posted on March 8, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

The arts have always been a wonderful way for us to express our thoughts and emotions and to use our God given talents to communicate them in one way or another. There are those who have the ability to share their ideas with the spoken word. The words can incite, excite, ignite or inspire others to action. The singing voice can uplift, delight and stimulate. The pen of the writer can create words to motivate, entertain or bring about change. The artist who creates pictures is taking us to other places with the use of his pencil or brush. Music has been known to soothe the savage beast and a dancer can use creative movement to breathe life into a piece of music.

We may not all be artists, musicians, orators or writers, but God has created us with certain gifts. Maybe you have the gift of encouragement. You might be good at building things. Your talents may lie in business or the medical arts. It is up to each of us to use what our gifts, to thank God for all He has done for us and further His kingdom. May He continue to use us for His purposes in this sinful world.

“Let none hear you idly saying, there is nothing I can do. While the lost of earth are dying, and the Master calls for you; take the task He gives you gladly; Let His work your pleasure be; Answer quickly when He calls you,

Here am I, send me, send me.”

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JESUS VS SATAN – ROUND ONE

Posted on March 7, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

It seems that most important events in the Bible take place in the wilderness and many of those same events occur over a period of 40 days or years. Jesus has just spent 40 days of fasting and prayer in a remote, desert place. During his time of preparation for His upcoming three-year ministry, He is weak and weary from His days in isolation. He has eaten no food, so His stomach is crying out for food. He is probably dehydrated, worn and weathered by the dry, dust filled desert and vulnerable. Vultures could very well have been hovering overhead. His prayers have been ceaseless and undoubtedly, He has not had any restful sleep during this entire time.

Certainly, His heavenly Father could have sent His angels to minister unto Jesus – to feed and provide for Him – to tend to His needs. Jesus, after all, was the true Son of God, but He was also human and His humanity and divinity were about to be tested. God’s purpose for Jesus was the plan He laid out for mankind on the day that Adam and Eve fell into sin. Jesus would become the living sacrifice, the unblemished and perfect lamb of God. Jesus would follow through on every step of that plan and win the victory for our inheritance into heaven. At this particular low point of his journey, He was about to come face to face with His adversary, Satan.

In this hour of temptation, Jesus was able to defend Himself with the Word of God. The devil knows our weaknesses and how to use them against us. Jesus was just another victim for Satan, because he obviously didn’t acknowledge Jesus’ divinity. He may even have thought that he had the advantage over him, by using that very Word to destroy Him. Ultimately his plan backfired and he departed from Jesus with his tail between his legs.

Jesus fought the devil in the desert and defeated Him with the Word.  He fought the devil on the cross and carried every sin – past, present and future – to the grave and punched the devil in the gut.  When He rose again on the third day, He laid Satan out with his power over death when His risen body left the tomb, He proved to the world that He is risen indeed.

The devil is still among and we constantly need to be on guard.  He comes in insidious ways so we need to protect ourselves from his arrows with the armor of God.  Using God’s Word is our sure defense – another gift.  With that, the devil doesn’t stand a chance.

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THE FINAL SACRIFICE . . .

Posted on March 6, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© The sculpture of the cross of Christ, exhibits the pain and suffering that Jesus willingly gave for our benefit. He died so we may live.

Blood flows from a beaten, smitten corpse, hanging on an instrument of torture.

This One not taking life, but giving it through holy, precious blood.

That is righteousness, bought and paid for the ugliest and most sinister of us.

Complete payment for all. 

The victory over death has been accomplished.

Refreshing,

Cleansing rain falls softly on an eager earth,

Thirsting for relief,

Longing for renewal and rebirth.

The tears of God bring respite for the dying soul,

He gave His only Son to fill a gaping hole,

The hole that widens every day,

When we forget to turn to Him and pray,

As branches dance and lightening fills the air,

I think of Him who takes away each care.

We see the need for God’s power to inspire us once again,

To cleanse our hearts and wash our dark souls in His refreshing rain.

When bruised and injured we do fall, before our Father’s throne
And look upon the lamb once slain for all sins to atone,
Our pain is nothing next to His, our wounds are all but naught.
The blood He shed, His torturous death, were all with insult fraught,
But still the Son of God went forth in dignity and strength,
He took our place and bore the cross until His dying breath,
Three days went by. He shunned the grave and rose to life again.
He did this so I too could claim a life in heaven with Him.
Sweet Jesus you have walked the road that I deserved to go.
You did this oh so willingly and You knew just what to do
So when I’m feeling battered and pulled in many ways,
Remind me of the walk you took and please accept the praise.

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I’M A THEATRE JUNKIE

Posted on March 5, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

I think it began when I was three. Mother enrolled me in ballet, tap, jazz and baton lessons – thinking I would someday become the next Shirley Temple.  I learned to step, shuffle, ball and change before I knew my ABCs.  I failed at baton twirling, but felt the need for such a skill probably wouldn’t serve my future career anyway.  After about a year of lessons, I felt qualified to go on to Broadway.  Instead I gained gratification for my show business career, by holding backyard productions – complete with a full set of curtains (a pair of sheets clotheslined next to each other), concessions of homemade lemonade and popcorn and a wide variety of talent, taken right out of my circle of friends.

I became the youngest director of my time and lost several of my friends in the process.  Show business is like that.  Here today and gone tomorrow.  Still I persevered.  Soon I had a regular troupe of about five kids that agreed to follow my direction.  The concessions were a hit at least.  I started with the classics, rewriting them into funny renditions of the old fairy tales we had grown tired of.  It was time to put a new spin on things.

As I progressed through elementary, the stories began to pour out of me.  By the time I reached eighth grade, I was an old hand at it.  In fact, all my Saturdays spent at the movies continued to spark ideas for new renditions of old or redone stories.  When we were assigned the task of writing a play for English, I put pen to paper and created a masterpiece.  At least I thought it was.  It consisted of a cast of thousands, exquisite costumes, a hundred elaborate sets and I was convinced I’d receive an “A” and be well on my way to my first Academy Award.  My teacher put a damper on any such thoughts, by telling me it was creative, but would be impossible to produce.  I was crushed.

I guess you could call me a theatre nerd – or one who was born to entertain, but it was much more than that. It was the only team sport I was interested in.  I call it a team sport, because it indeed is the result of several people working together for the end result.  This is when it finally hit me.  I didn’t have to be a jock. My less than adequate physical status wasn’t necessary for this task.  It was a way to express myself through words, actions and personal dynamics.

This is why I do theatre.  This is why I’m addicted to the art form.  Though I am soon to be 80, I still can find a use for this passion of mine.   When we grow old, we don’t need to stop living.  I will undoubtedly die while directing a show, writing one or teaching a group of kids the basic skills of acting.  That’s why every show is special – why every performer contributes to the success of a show and why it gets imbedded in your blood.

THERE’S NO BUSINESS LIKE SHOW BUSINESS!

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TO SOAR WITH EAGLES

Posted on March 3, 2022 by atimetoshare.me
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

The glory of the Lord is painted throughout His creation,

Wafting down from the heights of heaven as an eagle,

Upon whose tremendous wingspan touches every cloud,

Carving through granite mountains with the touch of a finger,

Glistening in the silver lined clouds,

Reflecting across still waters,

Racing through the wind to places of majesty,

This is God’s handiwork,

This is His voice,

His Touch,

His view,

His creation,

Only He can make a mountain,

Only He can piece together a valley,

Only He can fill empty spaces with refreshing water,

Only He can create colors of such beauty,

Only He.

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ASHES TO ASHES

Posted on March 2, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

No one likes to acknowledge that they will die. It’s one of those things we try to keep in the back of our mind until a friend or loved one passes away. It raises its ugly head when you receive a difficult test result from the doctor. We’re reminded of it during this season of repentance as we think about the great sacrifice Jesus made to pay for our sins so we can be with Him in heaven.

Today is Ash Wednesday – a day when we’re reminded of the cost of our salvation. Ashes on the forehead is a reminder of that cost and also give us time to repent of all our wrong doings and sins. Some will give up something important in their lives – something that has controlled them for a while – something that takes them away from God – something that we’ve grown accustomed to over a long period of our existence. It is necessary for us to repent before God will grant us forgiveness. We must first put our faith in Him and trust that He has our lives in His hands.

No one likes to admit their wrongs. We don’t like to be reprimanded, reminded or forced into submission. God doesn’t want that for us either. Our sins have already been forgiven through the final sacrifice of the most holy, unblemished lamb. However, our God wants us to be like the woman who was accused by the Pharisees of adultery – and told by Jesus to go and sin no more. This time of repentance is for us a time of grace which God gives us to admit our guilt, ask His forgiveness and go and sin no more.

I used to have a computer that enjoyed pointing out my mistakes.  The beast of a box would chastise me whenever I made an error.  It would verbally scream, “it’s not my fault” at the slightest flaw.  That infernal machine put up with my yelling back at it, “Yes, it is!” for a number of years. Sin is like that.  We make a mistake, and a little voice goes off in our heads to tell us about it. We’d rather not be reminded, so we throw the voice away or muffle it with self-righteousness.  We try to cover up our wrongs with good deeds, but none of that is going to get rid of the sin. That little voice within us (our conscience) is like a trigger, sounding an alarm.  It’s an alarm we need to pay attention to.

Today, as we observe Ash Wednesday remember that we are all mortal and will experience death, but because of a loving God, we will receive eternal life through Him.

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WHAT’S NEXT?

Posted on March 1, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

This world of ours – it’s a mixture of cultures, filled with different races, consumed with material things, longing for success, desirous of power and filled with greed. When all those things combine, there can be chaos. When it looks like there’s no hope – when desperate situations in other parts of the world are sewn into a patchwork of mixed messages and it’s up to us to decipher what is true and false – when fear of a disease or illness takes over our every thought and makes us ponder what comes next – when we see division within the boundaries of our own country and there’s nothing we can do about it – there will be confusion, anxiety and depression.

If you feel the weight of one more heavy burden being placed on your shoulders today, you are not alone. Life on planet Earth hasn’t changed much over time, we are just confronted with it in every second of our day. When another bomb is dropped, another difficult medical report is received, the death of a dear friend is revealed, our tendency is to collapse under the weight and give way to a feeling of being overwhelmed and beaten.

A couple thousand years ago, Jesus left His heavenly throne in heaven to carry that burden for us. He, being the Son of God as well as God Himself set out to pay the ultimate price for those burdens. He suffered for us – taking our place, bleeding for us, dying for us, suffering humiliation and scorn. He was laid on a cross and hoisted up by Roman soldiers who had no concern for who He was. Those who were called His disciples deserted Him, leaving Jesus to face a bloody death on His own. While He suffered on that cross, He provided for the future care of His mother. He admitted one of thieves hanging next to Him into Heaven. He showed His humanity in his thirst and pain. He forgave the world from every sin – past, present and future. He submitted to the will of His Father. He willingly gave His life so we would be set free.

He still carries our burdens as we experience the trials of living. When He rose from death on Easter morning, He claimed victory over the devil and sin. When He ascended into heaven, He paved the way for us to join Him someday. Nothing on this side of eternity is going to ever be perfect because sin still exists, but Jesus overcame the world and is waiting for us to join Him in paradise. That is news you can count on, because it comes straight from God.

Our walk each day is often filled with tangles, twists and turns,

We try to forge a clearer path, for safety our heart yearns,

Each fork can lead you to success, each branch can hide the way,

You struggle with the smallest things, you’re not sure what to say,

The road holds many stumbling blocks, you fall and then you rise,

The darkness of a late-night walk, can muddle up your eyes,

If you don’t follow all the signs, you may stray off the way,

You need someone to walk with you and hear the words you say,

It all becomes much clearer when we trust in the true God,

He shows the way and leads us home, wherever we may trod,

He lifts us when our legs grow tired, He calms our every fear,

He carries us when we can’t walk, He wipes away each tear,

The darkness may surround your steps, but He is always there,

To shed His light upon your way, to take away each care,

Put your faith in God, the Father, He’ll never let you down,

His Holy Spirit comforts you, His Son gives you a crown,

Eternity will be your prize, when this life is long gone,

Just trust in His sustaining love from dusk until the dawn.

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

 

 

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IS THERE SUCH A THING AS GOOD GRIEF?

Posted on February 28, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

We know that grief is a very common emotion among us humans, yet when we’re experiencing it, there is nothing anyone can say or do to keep the tears from falling – the heart from longing – the mind from remembering. Our Savior, Jesus, knew all about grief. He wept when his friend Lazarus died and yet he waited to go to Mary and Martha for a little while. When he got there, He cried with both of them and proceeded to raise Lazarus from the dead. I often wonder how Lazarus felt to awaken from his death and come face to face with Jesus. I’m confident that will be the case with all believers who pass from this world. We will meet Jesus on a very personal level, because he alone has made it possible.

Recently we’ve lost many friends due to COVID. There have been those who passed because of natural causes, or it was just their time. Part of that has to do with the fact that our friends and relatives are growing older along with us. Some have passed quietly while others fought bravely until the end. We never know for sure when our final breath will come, but we can be sure that it will come one way or another. The grief and pain we feel when we lose a friend or relative is something that can’t really be described in a few words. There are many stages to go through, according to the “experts.” The “experts” can’t predict how the tears will fall unexpectedly at inopportune times. The “experts” can’t heal the pain inflicted as you recall times spent with your loved one. The “experts” can’t explain away the heartbreak you experience as you go through this process. Those who hope in the Lord will also grieve, but they have something to give them peace in their loss. That is the perfect promise of eternal life with our Brother, our Savior, our Redeemer, our King, our Jesus. He will be there when we rise, just as he was for Lazarus, welcoming us into his kingdom with wide open arms and tears of joy.

Eyes welling up with tears,

Hearts broken,

Aloneness,

Empty,

Cold,

Bitter,

Angry,

The light fades,

Days grow shorter,

Winter captures your world,

Sleep comes,

Followed by depression,

Fear,

Loss,

All these will soon pass away,

Life continues, even when death comes,

If you believe,

If you are connected,

If you know what God has accomplished for you,

Eternity awaits,

In the darkness,

One light,

One small glimmer,

Faith growing,

Confidence building,

Life will go on.

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

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WHEN ALL WE CAN DO IS PRAY . . .

Posted on February 26, 2022 by atimetoshare.me

As we look at our world today, we could get angry, frustrated, hopeless and even vengeful. What we tend to forget is that there is a much greater power that exists – a power that transcends all human understanding. It is the power and greatness of God. He is the One who created the world. He had nothing to do with messing it up, but because of His love for His creation and us, He had a plan of rescue. We have access to him in times of peril. We can ask for His help when we need Him the most. He will deliver us from the evils that surround us. Even though it seems that everything looks totally hopeless, He is there to lift us up – to encourage – to comfort – to heal – to understand – to answer our requests.

So, do we wait until there is no other choice but to pray? Do we feel we can control the mindless acts of a power-hungry dictator? Do we think we know the answer for injustices, unfairness or political intervention? Do we think we can go it alone? God certainly doesn’t need our words. He knows exactly what’s happening and has a plan to make something good out of it. Yet we try to involve ourselves in the solution. The best way to get involved is to turn to Him in prayer. He wants us to depend on Him completely and the best way to do that is to turn it over to Him. He, in His divine wisdom, has already figured it out.

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!

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER

Don’t underestimate the greatness of our God. He can part the seas. He can move mountains. He can deliver us from our sins. He saved a wretch like me. HE CAN DO ANYTHING!

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