THE ARSENAL OF THE OPPRESSOR

A few years back on a cold October afternoon, my husband was teaching an after school art class in a school cafeteria.  He had set up his “classroom” with individual stations for his students.  He did this in advance of the class so they would be able to dig in as soon as they arrived.  There was a fifteen minute gap before the class began, and some eager young teachers came into the room to post their anti-bullying posters on the walls/ They dumped all their materials on the only table being used at the moment – the one my husband had set up for his class.  He kindly told them that he had a class that would be starting shortly and asked if they could move their materials to another table.  They responded by saying he was bullying them.  They were dead serious in their response.  This is just a small example of how people have become bullies without even acknowledging it.

The month of October is devoted to stomping out the use of humiliation, shame and adding guilt to behavior towards one another.  There is a huge movement going on right now about showing tolerance, kindness and fompassion toards one another, while many continue to be the recipient of intolerable behavior.  The epidemic we’ve been dealing with for the past couple years has created a new kind of shield that most of us are beginning to wear.  It has nothing to do with masks or vaccinations, but the right to make a choice regarding our own health without stepping on anyone else’s toes.  There has been a huge campaign to shame people if they aren’t abiding by the mandates of the land.  People are being ridiculed – scolded – and guilted into thinking they are un-American if they don’t do what they’re told to do.  In a way the bullying has gone viral.

Our most vulnerable are under attack not only because of the COVID issue, but for ridiculous reasons that result from wanting to be noticed or having a will to being mean to each other.  Kindness is a lost art for some people and they prefer to be the center of attention by humiliating someone else.  This is not limited to children.  It moves quickly into the workplace as people feel that climbing the ladder of success requires stepping on people along the way.  As we age, the bullying continues.  You would think that people’s feelings wouldn’t get hurt after so many years of living, but they are considered to be vulnerable as well and sometimes even more so, because of their limitations. 

From birth to death we’re exposed to this kind of behavior.  Some folks can handle it better than others. As we age, some of those things are no longer important to us.  Either we’ve learned to live with them or we begin to tolerate the behavior because we’re not as sensitive to it anymore.  However, I believe that my generation suffers from being bullied as much as our youngest ones do. Maybe I’m being too simplistic about this, but if everyone treated each other as if they would like to be treated, it sure would eliminate a lot of problems in our world.  I believe our Savior, Jesus talked about that many times during His ministry on earth.

Maybe we need to start by getting back to the basics of human communication – face to face conversations – problem solving through team work – getting rid of pride and need to be the best – compassion towards one another – love.

“Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.”  Phillipians 2:3

 

 

 

 

 

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STAND TALL

“Dress for action like a man; I will question you and you make it known to me.  Will you even put me in the wrong?  Will you condemn me that you may be in the right?  Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his?”

To say the least, Job had to go through hell in order to find heaven.  He was consistent in his faith, but he had his moments –  just as we would under lesser circumstances.  Job went from prince to pauper in a matter of days.  His life of means was virtually crushed and he lost it all.

We worry and fret over things which we have no control over.  We  panic when the word COVID is mentioned.  We run in fear when we think our country is in the throes of terrorism.  We get upset if our internet service is down.  We spend a great portion of our lives trying to go it alone and  forget the One whose hand is in every aspect of them.

At the end of Job’s journey, he has been beaten by his losses – in great physical, mental and spiritual need – and has endured the advice of his “friends.  They tell Job that he must’ve have done some great wrong to turn God away from him.  Remember, God didn’t cause Job’s misery, He allowed Satan to tempt this faithful servant of His, because He knew what the outcome would be in advance  

Each time we go through even the slightest difficulty we may confront God in the same way.  Why me?  What did I do to deserve this?  When will my misery end?  In the final chapters of this amazingly poetic book, we hear God’s response.  If you have a chance to read these chapters, do so.  I can’t begin to describe the magnificent language.  God relays to Job, in His very expository words, the way the earth was created by Him – how He is in complete control of everything that happens in life, yet we’re responsible for our own actions.  We aren’t puppets waiting to be moved by the puppet master.  He included a free will in us before we were even born.

God tells Job to stand up like a man.  Poor Job!  His body was riddled with pain and anguish. He could barely lift his head in response to his Maker. God was challenging him again, but was He?  He was trying to get Job’s attention, because Job had been wallowing in self pity for some time now and his friends weren’t helping the situation.

We all need to be snapped to attention from time to time – especially when we are at the breaking point.  Through God’s power and majesty we will come to see His enduring compassion.  He saw our useless condition and paid the full price for our redemption.  If it weren’t for that, we would have no future in His loving, mighty arms.

Lord, forgive me when I forget that you are Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent.  Your hand formed the universe and you breathed life into everything.  You can do anything – even save a worm like me.  Amen!

 

 

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A WORLD WITHOUT GOD

Before the earth was, God was there.

He saw the darkness of the universe and all that was in it.

With only His voice, He said, “Let there be light,” and there was.

That utterance began the creation of the world.

The sky, the sea, the deserts the mountains, all shaped by His hand of perfection.

All abounding in His reflective light.

In that light alone – the Light of God Himself – there is hope/

As He spoke the words, the world responded, it came to life.

Has His voice been silenced over these several thousands of years?

Are we becoming a place of darkness again.

When the light is extinguished, there will be no hope,

Only darkness, barreness, despair, chaos and confusion.

Our days are numbered.

I want to live in God’s light.

Turn to Him with me and bathe in the glow of his majesty.

Soak in every droplet of His manifestation.

He is the light of the world and our only hope for peace.

He can bring illumination to the dark places and restore order from chaos.

He is the light of our salvation.

While the earth exists and throughout infinity, God is there.

 
 
 
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THANKSGIVING MONTH

Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that’s been sandwiched in to fill the end of the year calendar.  We don’t always stop to give thanks for the blessings we’ve received, but maybe it’s time we did.  Last month, October, the stores were filled with pumpkins and witches.  I found it difficult to find any autumn decorations, because Christmas was already on the shelves.  Now that Thanksgiving is just around the corner, Christmas has consumed the craft stores and there are rows upon rows of ornaments, Santas, Gnomes, cheery little elves, but very little sign of Jesus, the One who we celebrate on Christmas.  So do I sound like a complaining old grandma yet? 

Maybe I am, but I so long for those special days designated for a particular reason.  Yesterday was set aside for all branches of the military and rightly so.  Today, according to the Days of the Year site, it’s Happy Hour Day along with Chicken Soup for the Soul Day.  November is known to most authors as NaNoWreMo (National Novel Writing Month.)  Our church holds Thanksgiving Day services or night before Thanksgiving services.  We used to have a Thanksgiving feast the week before the actual day, but with all the changes that COVID brought, that is no longer possible. November is also popular to hunters of the white tail deer in Wisconsin and Minnesota.  We have gotten used to celebrating Thanksgiving at our house a week or so before the actual day because of celebrations at in laws, distance between us and working around the deer hunt.  This year we’ll celebrate on Sunday of this week.

We used to have turkey, stuffing, cranberries, sweet potatoes and all the trimmings.  This year I am opting for just white meat, which is what most everyone likes.  I may throw in a leg or two.  Instead of peeling potatoes, I will serve the instant version and the stuffing will be a doctored up version of the boxed stuff.  OK, when you get to be almost an octonagarian, you can fudge a little.  The rest of the goodies will come from the kids.  Thankfully we will not be watching football games or reading the ads for black Friday sales, but we will find time to talk and laugh and laugh some more.  

My novel is still sitting on the shelf, waiting to be reworked, even though I thought it was finished last November.  The sales for Christmas were never a big deal for me anyway.  I will give thanks for our armed forces every day of the year.  I will take time to prepare a semi-sumptuous meal for my family.  After it’s all done, I will thank God for allowing me another year filled with known and unknown blessings.  Thanksgiving shouldn’t be limited to just one day.

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IT IS OUR CHOICE

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

We cannot change our heritage, or the color of our skin,

We can’t determine what we’ll be on the day that life begins,

When we are born our souls live too, but we’ve not yet seen our God,

Our genes are set in DNA, red is the color of blood.

 

We breathe our first and scream out loud, the sound continues to  pierce,

Our minds react to what we see, our voices become quite fierce,

As life goes on the choices made will alter our point of view,

Will our voice outweigh our choices, by thinking it’s right to do.

 

We can’t control the storms that come, the obstacles that we face,

But if we start to listen again we are setting our own pace,

We all deserve a starting point, each voice has its own merit,

But if we simply shout and scream injustice we inherit.

 

We can’t control our lot in life unless we’re willing to change,

Our ears are a great vehicle for carrying that exchange,

The choices made within our youth can lead to revolution,

Sometimes it just means giving in, or finding a solution.

 

We can control what happens next, but it involves give and take,

Underneath the surface  of hate, a quiet voice will awake,

We listen for that peaceful word, a commandment pure and true.

To place ourselves in other’s shoes and love them as God loves you.

 

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GATHER MY TEARS, LORD

Psalm 56:8-11  “You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?  Then my enemies will turn back in the day when I call.
This I know, that God is for me.  In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.  What can man do to me?”

If I were to count the tears I’ve shed in the 79 years of my life, I would undoubtedly fill a lake rather than a bottle.  I’m one of those sensitive types that cries at the drop of a hat. It can be to a fault most times.  On the other hand, tears are a way for us to manifest our deepest feelings and when presented to God, they are like liquid prayers.  There are times when tears are our only means of communication with Him.  He already knows what our needs are. He knows everything about us – our failures and weaknesses, our strengths and victories.  He has endowed us with these emotional droplets to release the pain, to express joy or demonstrate compassion.  When words aren’t available to us, those tears are often stronger than words.

We can be judged as weak when we cry.  We can be accused of being too sensitive.  Many may condemn us for our lack of ability to stand and fight, but sometimes it’s the only way we can deal with things that happen to us.  Many times it’s best to walk away and not stir the pot anymore than it needs to be stirred.  Sure it is a form of escape and not facing into the problem, but it also gives you time to think before speaking.  The tongue is a whole different area where we tend to mess up.

Have you ever just gone into prayer with tears?  I certainly have. Many times there are not words to express what I’m feeling.  The pain may be too great to overcome.  The loss is overwhelming.  There seems to be no answer to our dilemma.  That’s the time when the Holy Spirit steps in on our behalf. He interprets our innermost thoughts to the Father in a voice that we can’t understand.  

I will undoubtedly continue to face my problems with a certain amount of eye moisture involved, but I know that God is there for me in all times, through all my longings and concernsm with every step that I take..  What a comfort to know that He’s in our corner even when we don’t have the right words.

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FURROWED FIELDS

A November sky, displaying clouds filled with dust particles shining like diamonds,

The perfect ceiling, suspended in space over a furrowed field of forgotten gleanings.

Deep ruts in the earth, carved by a machine driven by a farmer – a man or woman who loves the earth.

The caretakers of God’s Creation.

 

As the landscape is in a constant state of metamorphosis,

So are we.

We have been crafted by an amazing God, who loves His creatures beyond measure.

He watches over us as He surveys the unfolding lives He has already arranged.

 

In the original design, man was taken from the earth.

A hunk of clay – sculpted into a body – into which He breathed life.

Meticulously He fashinoned each cell, crafted each gene,

So that no two would ever be the same.

 

The ruts created throughout a life are deeply imbedded into our existence.

They exhibit themselves in the passing of time and age.

Our bodies wear out.

They cling to life, but the natural thing to come is death.

 

The body will wash away in the sands of time.

It returns to the earth from which it came.

It dies, yet it will go on,

For those who know God.

 

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IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I’d take back those words that’ve hurt you
And you’d stay

I don’t know why I did the things I did
I don’t know why I said the things I said
Pride’s like a knife it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes

Written by Diane Warren\

Picture it.  The vocal artist of the eighties, Cher, standing before an audience, dressed in risque costume, belting out the lyrics to “If I Could Turn Back Time.”  This became one of her trademark songs and revived her career in the late 1980s. Now that I’ve created that image in your mind, you will probably be humming the tune and singing the words yourself for the rest of the day.  I love planting ear worms.

Of course we can’t literally turn back time, but what would you do if you could?  During our return to normal time and the dismissal of daylight savings time, we have an opportunity to capture the lost hour which has eluded us for several months.  Did we even notice it was gone?  Does it matter?  I hate the time changes, especially the one in fall.  I’m completely off schedule at this time of year anyway, and adding another hour to the confusion is almost more than a sane person can take, but who said I was sane?  

Maybe we should collect all those lost hours over the years, so we could find enough time to do over some of the things we messed up on.  It certainly can’t be accomplished in one hour.  We can’t mend a relationship in an hour.  We can’t reclaim words said in anger or without thinking?  We certainly can’t redeem ourselves from all the mistakes we’ve made over time.  Many of those errors in judgment are often forgotten about or shelved for the rest of our existence.

I would love it if we could go back and erase the bad stuff from our past.  Unfortunately, we don’t have the power to do that, but God does.  He knew before the creation of the world what the plan for our salvation would be.  It was already in the blueprint.  He is the only one who can change our past and restore a future with Him. 

So the clocks were changed again for a time.  I still have trouble changing the one in my car, but maybe I’ll just save that hour for next year.  If I continue to do that, I might find myself with an entire day to do over.  In the meantime, I’ll trust that all my past and future mistakes have been washed away by the Creator of the Universe.  

“Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.”  J.M. Barrie “Peter Pan”

 

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NO SMALL PARTS

Constantin Stanislavsky once said, “Remember, there are no small parts, only small actors.”

Where do you fit in to the scheme of things? I always told my young performers that each of them was an important piece of the story we were trying to portray – without their participation, the story is incomplete, no matter how small the part may seem.  That doesn’t mean much to the kid who counts the number of lines he has and compares them to others. We want to be equal to the others – on the same playing field – as good as or better than.

However, each of us is part of something much bigger than we are. If you consider how a business runs, a government, an orchestra or anything that involves multiple talents and abilities, you will see that each one involved in that enterprise has an important contribution to make.

Some of us have great organizational skills while others are more inclined to handling the people management issues. Some folks have wonderful visual abilities and can create ideas just like that. Some are more capable with numbers or the mechanics of things. What ever skill you have, don’t ever underestimate or underplay the importance of your part in the big picture. It’s up to you to discover where your talents lie and then make good use them.

Do you know that God knew exactly what you would become long before you were even conceived? He has a plan for each one of us and He wants to partner with us to accomplish the work He has set before us.  We all have the same opportunities in life, whether we’re rich or poor. We can overcome adversity, disabilities, having dreams shattered. We can accomplish amazing things, but we can’t do it alone. As soon as we recognize that we are part of something greater than us, doors will open – changes will occur – relationships will improve and all of this will draw us closer to the one who made it all possible in the first place.

Walk on, with God and you’ll never walk alone.

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NO GREATER LOVE

LAST SIGNS OF AUTUMN, PHOTO BY KATHY BOECHER


A tiny droplet of water clings to a dying leaf – hanging on for dear life,

Soon it falls into oblivion into the waiting earth below,

The tears of a child sets off a chain reaction of frustration, helplessness,

Defiance, insecurity and a plethora of emotions,

Only to be replaced with a smile big enough to consume the hardest of hearts;

You fall in love – once – again – another time – again,

Each time you believe it’s the real thing, the only thing,

Life changes you, your opinions, your goals,

You fall out of love.

Saline fills the eyes and tears result. Tiny capsules filled with emotion waiting to be released.

Self worth can be squashed in a second, with just a word, creating a mountain of anxiety and angst.

Is there anyone who can wipe away the tears?

Is there no one who feels our pain?

Will our tears ever be erased, never to return?

While we walk this planet, hearts will break.

Tears will fill swollen eyes.

Life will go on.

But there is a love much greater than we can ever know.

A love that has no boundaries, conditions or expectations.

Just pure unblemished love that transcends the ages.

The love of God is available to all.

It’s freely given.

Because you are loved by the Creator of the Universe.

He treasures you as His own child.

He loves purely.

He asks only that you believe,

Trust,

Have faith in His plans for you.

Surrender.

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STRONGHOLD

“May the glory of the LORD endure forever; may the LORD rejoice in his works, who looks on the earth and it trembles, who touches the mountains and they smoke!”                    Psalm 104:31-32

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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TURKEY DAY

It’s only three weeks until Thanksgiving – three Thursdays from now – less than a month away.  Thanksgiving at my house usually runs anywhere between November 1st and November 30th.  For years (far too many to count) Thanksgiving Day was just another day for me, as the men in the family would trudge off to Wisconsin for the white tailed deer hunt, male comradery, sitting in a tree and feasting and fun on Thursday.  The past couple of years have changed all that.  The hunt has kind of slipped into times passed and our family has blossomed out to the point of sharing them with the other sides of their families.

I remember the Thanksgivings of my youth.  The table was set with fine china and crystal.  The fancy silver needed to be polished free of the tarnish that had set in.  Food was days in the making.  Pies and special breads and treats were made in advance. Turkey was stuffed with delicious dressing and all throughout the week, sensational smells danced through the house.  The day arrived.  Televisions were shut off, football games were put on hold and for almost an hour, we passed the potatoes, soaked in the tastes and eye candy and conversed with each other.  A perfect meal – yes.  A lot of thanksgiving – not so much.  The meal, the table and the festivie flavor was the center of attention.  The meal was generally rushed through so a return to the game could occur.  Not much different than today.

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessings – words from a Thanksgiving hymn I learned as a child.  Our blessings are so often overlooked in lieu of the blessings we;ve already received.  This holiday has become the precursor to the holiday shopping season, but many folks have started that tradition way back in July.

So is it so hard for us to take one day to put the focus on the gifts we’ve so richly been endowed with?  The most important being the greatest gift ever given to mankind – salvation by grace alone.  In the next three weeks leading up to the celebration, it might be fun to write down one thing you’re thankful for and when you gather for your turkey dinner, read your individual notes to each other.  It might take a little longer to get through the meal, but think of how long it took to prepare it.

“God so loved the world, that He gave His own beloved Son, that whoever believes in Him, will not perish, but have everlasting life.”  That might be a good place to start.

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NOVEMBER SKY

There is nothing like getting out in nature to clear away the cobwebs and dust of every day living.  Problems that are left behind are soon forgotten as you traverse through God’s beautiful creation.  I’m beginning to understand why my husband is such an outdoor nut.  Each week we get in the car and find a new destination.  The ride is usually no longer than a couple hours, but it’s enough to rejuvenate and exhilarate the senses. 

Yesterday’s journey took us on a longer trip.  We spent about five hours exploring the final remnants of Autumn.   The skies at this time of year are amazing.  Clouds filter the sun and rays bounce carelessly along the horizon.  Splashes of color still remain.  Fields have been plowed, but a trace of what once was still exists.  A patchwork of green, gold and browns now replace the fields of corn, soybeans and wheat.  The bronze and deep crimson oaks are now in sight and a few brilliant aspens are still hanging on – most leaving a carpet of brilliance below their branches.  The chillier temperatures create tiny shards of crystal, refracting a rainbow of color into the clouds.  It bounces off the water and dances in ripples across the expanse.  When you need to get away from the world and all the chaos and disorder, get in the car and take a drive.

Thank you, Lord, for the seasons – for the beauty of your creation – for the gift of life here and eternal life,  If this world is even a small fraction of a glimpse of eternity – I can’t wait.  Amen!

 

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SIT & WAIT

Back in  2014, I wrote a musical play based on the story of Esther from the Bible.  This beautiful book reads like a fairy tale, where a lovely young woman is chosen to sit beside the ruler of the most powerful nation of the time. She is selected for her beauty by the King. She has already been chosen by God to fulfill His plan for His people. During this story, we never hear God’s name mentioned, but it is apparent that He has been woven carefully and meticulously throughout the text.  God has a plan for all of us.  Right now it would not seem so, with all the chaos going on around us, but even in our darkest hours, He is right there with us and will deliver us into a better place eventually.  The love story in Esther is not only between a man and woman, but between us and our God.

These are the lyrics I wrote for the song “WAITING” from the musical version of Esther’s story, “SUCH A TIME AS THIS,” with music by Sarah Siegler.  I think the words are indicative of the times that we try to wait and understand God.  We will never fully comprehend His wisdom, but everything He does is for a purpose.

My God, you have placed me here for a reason.

I don’t know what it is.

I wish I knew your plan for me.

I know I should be patient,

but my mind is filled with fear.

I sit and wait and wonder why.

Why have you chosen ME to be in this place?

Am I the one who must make sure that your work is done?

I know that with you I can do anything.

I will always trust in you.

You are the God of my people.

Just help me to understand what you would have me do.

I’s hard to wait, Lord –  it’s so hard to wait.

I give to you my all.

Use me as you will.

I trust in your direction for my life.

I know I am  your instrument

and you will guide my way.

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CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

  Our morning devotion had to do with Psalm 121:1-2

“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
  My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.”

After a night of neighborhood noise and Halloween haunting, we finally went to sleely,pnly to awake to an ambulance approaching the door of our neighbor who just returned from the hospital two days ago.  Immediately after reading the words to this Psalm, we looked out our window and saw a red sun rising on the horizon, creating a silhouette of black trees against a crimson sky.  Tears began to flow as I thought about the mountains we continue to climb even at our age.  

I found the above painting by my husband, Paul Boecher and some poetry to add to it for today’s post.  It seems there is a constant range of mountains ahead of us, even as we come to the end of our days.  We’re struggling with old age issues, unable to manage things we used to take for granted – trying to stifle the creative juices and take it easy – losing ourselves in memories of what used to be and will not be again. Sitting on the precipice of 80 is much like standing on a tightrope and hoping you can maintain yourself through the journey ahead.  You’d think the mountain climbing would be over now, but it isn’t.  True comfort and peace is not to be attained upon this earth.  It’s guaranteed us when we pass from terra firma, but in the meantime, we continue to climb with each dying breath.

Clinging tightly to the lifeline that has sustained us through the years, we look to the Word of God.  We know this life is only temporary and it soon will pass.  Eventually the gates of heaven will open wide and we’ll be ushered into perfection.  Until then, we continue to climb towards that goal.

TRUE PEACE BY KATHY BOECHER

We search in vain for a place empty of confusion,

All the trappings of the world bring no relief,

The noise of life overtakes us.

We run to the mountains for serenity,

We hide in the meadow near a quiet stream,

We sail away from the pack to be alone,

But the sound of a jackhammer penetrates the silence,

The voices of anger rage around us,

The tempest of fear stirs within us,

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

The Prince of Peace.

We search in vain for a place empty of confusion,

All the trappings of the world bring no relief,

The noise of life overtakes us.

We run to the mountains for serenity,

We hide in the meadow near a quiet stream,

We steal away from the pack to be alone,

But the sound of a jackhammer penetrates the silence,

The voices of anger rage around us,

The tempest of fear stirs within us,

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

The Prince of Peace.

 

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MARTIN LUTHER MEMES – REFORMATION STYLE

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IS REFORM NECESSARY?

The Christian church is under attack today, just as it always has been. The Word of God is being challenged daily and rewritten for man’s advantage. When God inspired His human scribes to pen the words He wanted them to pen, He promised that they are His words – not those of sinful men. The words are hard to swallow sometimes. They might even seem old fashioned and foolish to some, but they are the divine utterances of our holy, living God.
 
Today the Bible is assumed to be just another book with some ideas for good living; some perceptions by a group of narrow minded folks who have nothing else to boast about. Isn’t it funny how the Bible remains a best seller? There must be a need for reading what it has to say. Over time and with the help of the devil and his legions of followers, the Word has been corrupted as much as has the church. It’s time to defend it once more. We need to make sure it remains the same today as it was when it was first placed in man’s hands. We must use the entire book, not just bits and pieces of it. If we don’t, we don’t get the whole message. God is very clear in what He has to say to us.
 
Let us arm ourselves with the truth He has given us. This is a battle we can win, because God has this.
 
“The Word they still shall let remain, nor any thanks have for it;
He’s by our side upon the plain with His good gifts and Spirit.
And take they our life, goods, fame, child and wife,
Let these all be gone, they yet have nothing won;
the Kingdom our remaineth.”
 
Martin Luther  “A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD.”

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HALLOWEEN IN MY HOME TOWN

Since I live in the Halloween Capitol of the World, I’m required to celebrate this day.  I’m not a believer in ghosts and goblins, even though the city of Anoka is known to have several of them residing within some of the older buildings.  They make a big deal about Halloween here in my home town.  There are at least three parades along with pumpkin tossing, bobbing for apples, hayrides and costume parties of all sorts.  Funny thing is, when I went to purchase some fall decorations, I was lucky to find some.  Most of them have been shelved for the year and are now replaced with Christmas decorations.  I suppose Valentine’s Day stuff will be showing up on Black Friday.

This year I imagine there will be tons of little monsters roaming the streets, looking for a free handout.  Like their parents are going to love the dental bills that will resilt in a few months.  Usually we only get a handful of children knocking on our door.  There are many churches now offering Trunk or Treat events to replace the problems that seemed to occur before.  Now folks decorate their cars, get in costume and pass out candy in a safe environment.  It may not get them into the church, but bribery has worked before.

I know all about costumes. I used to make lots of them as a director of childrens’ plays.  I had accumulated quite a collection of wigs, hats, shoes, apparel from different time periods.  Up until a couple of years ago, I had retained most of them.  Over the past five years, I’ve managed to get rid of most of them, but just when I give a bunch of stuff away, people begin to request costumes from me.  Maybe they’ll get the hint eventually.

Last year we faced unusual circumstances when it came time for Trick or Treat.  A new spook showed up in our country and it set the nation into fits of fear and isolation.  The threat remains, but somehow, people are tired of being restricted and are gathering in huge groups again  I pray that it won’t create future problems, but there comes a time when we must set our fears aside.  God doesn’t want us to be afraid.  He promises us peace from all the cares of this world.  Still those evil creatures that carry gloom and doom on their shoulders find it hard to give up.  They delight when we’re down in the dumps.  They rejoice when we give in to fear.  Don’t let them win.  

And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
his rage we can endure,
for lo, his doom is sure;
one little word shall fell him.

Martin Luther, “A Mighty Fortress is our God”

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HALLOWEEN BLOOD TEST

POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER

A few years ago, I was scheduled to have a blood test at my clinic.  It was the day before Halloween so I wasn’t too surprised to see the staff dressed in costume, but I had a little scare when the phlebotomist came in to take my blood.  She was dressed in vampire garb and I had second thoughts about staying there.  Halloween is like that.  It can scare the bejeebers out of you, or unleash a creative spark.  From that experience, I decided to have fun with it and wrote the following poem.


My day started out on a rather weird note.

I was met at the lab by a girl in black coat.
There was blood on her hands and her hair was a flutter.
She rolled up my sleeve. Not a word could I mutter.

I could tell she had recently had a brief taste,
And I knew that my blood test would not go to waste.
She then drew my blood with her knife in its sheath.
She smiled and said thank you with vampire teeth.

I think she was hoping for more to show up,
As she added my specimen into a large cup.
But I have to admit that she did make me nervous.
I suppose she’ll get fired for poor customer service.

Since that unusal experience, blood tests were put on hold for a whole year and I was surprised to find I wasn’t in as bad of shape as I thought I was.

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RENAISSANCE MAN

The late Middle ages was a time of political intrigue and turmoil – much like the atmosphere today.  Yet within this turmoil, a new world was slowly taking shape.  For centuries, the common people were governed by the ruling class.  Democracy was non existent.  The church played an important part in all of this, because of its extreme involvement in the lives of the people of that time.  Truly, the only thing they had to hang on to in times of distress, was their religion.  The religion of the day had become corrupted over time, by the church itself and its many “fund raising” activities.

The people were being sold a false sense of security when they purchased “indulgences” which would guarantee a shorter time in purgatory for those who had passed on.  The very rich would find their salvation in buying relics from the church.  In other words, they were buying their families a way into heaven.

In Rome, artists like Michelangelo, Da Vinci and Raphael were focused on realism and employed the use of scientific study in anatomy to create works that would live on in time forever.  Architectural design included mathematical calculations and study of ancient building techniques to create newer and better edifices.  Da Vinci experimented with different types of mechanical devices. He chronicled his studies in medical dissection, water flow, movement and aerodynamics – all of which laid the groundwork for future study in those areas. The use of both the analytical and creative sides of the brain were being put into use.  The world was coming back to life after a deluge of disease and death caused by the Black Plague.

There was an awakening in exploration and discovery with the expeditions of men like Columbus and scientists like Galileo and Copernicus, who went on to prove that the earth revolved around the sun and was part of a much larger universe.  Falling off the edge of the earth was no longer an option.

In England, a man was putting words together as had never been done before.  “What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!” William Shakespeare – Hamlet.

In that same place, Henry the VIII was in the midst of his own fight with the church.  His battle had to do with divorce, which is what he needed in order to marry the woman he loved or lusted after – Anne Boleyn.  This led to a reformation and the establishment of the Church of England, which he would preside over instead of the pope.

In Germany, a man named Martin Luther struggled daily with the weight of his sin.  His conscience would not leave him alone.  No matter what he sacrificed, no matter how much he prayed or beat himself – his sin remained.  He knew that God was righteous and that’s what scared him.  During his lifetime he suffered with various physical ailments, including kidney stones, (another reason I can relate to this guy) constipation, bouts of depression and anxiety.  He was just a man – like you and me, but he changed the way the world thought and how they related to a righteous God.

This time period included the invention of the printing press as well – the tool of the day to get the word out – much like the Twitter of the Reformation.  We have even more sophisticated tools available today to spread the truth of God’s Word. So when you put it all together, the timing was perfect for a reformation.  

It’s time for another reformation – a revival of what once was – a return to the God of our fathers – Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.  The truth of the matter lies in God’s Word and the honesty of it.  We can believe completely in the Bible, because it is the inspired Word of God and God does not lie..  The Old Testament shows us our sinful nature and the New Testament shows us God’s plan for our salvation – a Savior, Jesus, Christ.

We’re still coming out of a plague.  Staying isolated has given us new ideas, inventions, a new Renaissance spirit.  We need to look at where the church is going and if God’s truth is still evident in its teachings.  New technology makes it easier for us to study online.  Eventually the fellowship will return, but the main thing is that we don’t let the church and the purity of the Bible go into isolation too.  It’s time to get out the hammer and nails.  Let’s do this!

 

 

 

 

 

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