PAINTING IN A PUMPKIN PATCH . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This is an unusual autumn for us Minnesotans. We’ve been known to have blizzards in October, which leave us helpless and isolated. We’ve also experienced tornados and thunderstorms. This year we’ve been enjoying unseasonably hot and humid temperatures. All of which sets my allergies on fire. I am grateful I have air conditioning in my car and home. I look forward to getting the flannel out of storage and warm cuddly sweaters. While I wait, I am always finding another painting which characterizes Paul’s talent as an artist for all seasons. This painting was done with his class of plein air painters. The intimate little group would always come up with amazing art, especially when God was actively adding His paintbrush to the green trees and underbrush. You can see Paul’s hand in this photo, putting some finishing touches on an acrylic painting on canvas within a pumpkin patch.

Pumpkins orange and trees of gold will soon be gone and done,

No longer will the crimson leaves lay carpets at our feet,

Greens turned to yellow, brown and rust, God’s timeline has outrun,

Harvest has been gathered and stored, and winter soon we’ll greet.

Now skeletal branches swaying, dancing with grace and style,

Reminders of our mortal lives, telling us to slow down,

Enjoy the ride where it may go, and take it mile by mile,

Each day is a gift so live it, soon you will wear a crown.

God breathes in life for a purpose, and we’re a part of that,

We live to share His gracious love, we die to life once more,

Like seasons we change our colors, we learn how to adapt,

But God remains in His heavens, opening up the door.

When life no longer sustains us, we shrivel and we die,

We shed our skin and turn to dust, our soul is still alive,

What God’s Son, Jesus did for us, will lift that soul on high,

Through heaven’s gate we’ll walk right in, and we will never die.

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WHO WILL CATCH ME?

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Today I’ve chosen this sketch which Paul created on the spot. His sketches often demonstrate his strong faith and the sum of all the things that were going on in his mind at the time he created them. Looking at all the lines – going in different directions – winding here and there – creating a sense of movement, they also display confusion. There are a number of different paths leading to the secluded dwelling in the woods. That sanctuary seems like the final destination. When we feel lost and confused there are many roads we can take, but the one that gets us there is one that we don’t always use until it’s a last resort. How much simpler it would be if we went to that source first.

“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”  Isaiah 41:10

When every ounce of strength has been sapped,

When it seems that you can no longer go on,

When life kicks and punches you,

When there seems no hope for tomorrow,

Where do you turn for restoration?

Where do you go when your will has been crushed?

Where will you find relief?

When you’re lying on your back in complete submission,

The only place to look – is up,

Turn to your Creator,

The God of the universe,

Your Savior, Redeemer and Comforter,

He can mend broken bodies,

He can lift your spirit beyond expectation,

He gives you new life, new strength,

With Him, you will soar higher than the angels.

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COMING HOME . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This piece was done with watercolor pencil and watercolor paint at the Landing in Shakopee, MN on the Minnesota River. Paul participated in a reenactment of an 1800’s landscape artist from that time period. This place is covered with history. Being a river town, it soon began to fill up with buildings, stores, a school and church and homes for several who used the river for transporting their wares to other cities. Farmers, storekeepers, clergymen, families from various parts of the world came there to find their American dream. Today, this lovely addition to the Three Rivers Park System is a refuge from the big city life that churns and bustles nearby. Paul always considered himself an 1800s kind of guy. He loved the history of that time period and the persistence of the people to make a living just to stay alive. He would don his costume and spend a weekend with other reenactors, portraying life during that time in history. The painting was done as a testimony to one of the buildings in the park. The simplicity of lines, color, light and movement are a contrast to the lives of people today, They worked very hard to make a living. From dusk to dawn, time would be spent in the fields, milking cows, building houses, forging horseshoes, preparing a sermon or going to school for the young’un’s. I imagine life today would be completely foreign to what happened then, but someone had the foresight to preserve these communities so that we could view history in the making.

An explosion of color pours through the negative spaces,

A new edifice, designed to add to the glory of the old,

Images of stained glass shards,

Intermingled with spatters of light,

Entwined with the movement of a paintbrush,

Morning displays its majesty,

Through the glistening light,

Enhanced by trembling shadows,

Dotted with motion, love and precision,

The brush dances across the canvas,

Colors blend,

The artist works diligently,

To create his art,

God takes it many steps beyond.

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OCTOBER SKY . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER@

October is here and along with it comes brilliant colors that transcend anything we can reproduce. God is in His creation throughout the year, but He seems to pull out all the stops when it comes to this month. The crunch of dried leaves underfoot – the faint smell of a bonfire and possibly S’mores – the shorter days and longer nights – all point back at a breathtaking summer and forward to the chill of the cold winter to come. This watercolor is a sampling of the beauty that God lays before us in October. Pumpkins appear on doorsteps. Halloween decorations are popping up all over. Aromatic spices of cinnamon and nutmeg fill the air and apple pies are in the oven. Flannel shirts will replace tank tops. Boots come out and flip flops are put away for another season. Take time to enjoy the blessings that God has given at this most special time of the year.

Ascending through a crimson sky, brilliant glory blazes,

Morning’s light so swiftly passes, into heavenly gazes,

Sunshine cuts through frosty woods, a peace in the afterglow,

Shorter days and longer nights, remind us of coming snow,

The glory and the splendor of the early morning light,

Defines the way we feel just then and carries us to night,

Shadows fall and daylight ends and the sunset disappears,

And wait we must for sleep to come; it has for many years,

And if we wake at morning light, or if life is ended,

We’ll possess October skies to heaven be transcended.

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FOREVER FRIENDS . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

When you reach my age, you find yourself more isolated from those around you. You long to talk to and be with old friends. Yesterday, I had the opportunity to spend a few hours with two of my high school friends from over 65 years ago. It’s so special to be with friends you grew up with. It’s like putting on a pair of old shoes that fit just right. We shared stories from the past. We talked about how those years progressed and got away from us. Life becomes so busy – so full of living – that we lose track of each other, especially when miles separate us. It seems that the years have not changed us that much. Of course, our bodies are in different shapes than they were, but the things we learned in those younger years have stayed with us. The foundation that our parents laid through God’s strengthening Word has remained a part of us for all this time. These two, along with Paul and me, were two sets of many in our graduating class that married. We went to a Christian high school where we learned more about God’s plan for us and our futures. I’m not sure how many couples there were, but all of them had long relationships with each other and the LORD. We can still look at death without fear, because of those early lessons we learned. God has prepared a place for each of us in His heavenly home, and we can count on a future that includes seeing them again in paradise. While we wait, we can continue on – even through times of difficulty – here on earth.


Life gets complicated,
Torrents of troubles rain upon us,
This brief time on earth is a mere whisper,
How do we withstand the storms,
How do we live through them,
How do we survive,
When life ebbs slowly away from us,
When friends and family pass away,
When financial worries overcome us,
When health issues surmount,
When it seems there is no end,
How do we survive,
We struggle to succeed,
Only to be battered down,
We strive to accomplish great deeds,
Only to be ridiculed,
We wonder how we fit into a world gone crazy,
How do we survive,
We’re amazed at the state of our youth,
We worry about the state of our churches and schools,
We fret over man’s inhumanity to man,
We mourn for the children of the world,
How do we survive,
God has a plan,
We know He is perfect,
He always delivers,
He won’t let us down,
Be still,
Know that He is God,
We will survive.

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WE ARE FAMILY . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

This is a familiar acrylic painting that Paul crafted over a period of time observing a family of Osprey as the went from one male and one female – to 3 eggs – to 3 chicks – to 2 fledglings and one loss. Their family developed over a period of months. Paul was on a study of sorts, with a few other observers. Each day they would meet at the Coon Rapids Dam, set up equipment to photograph, paint or just observe these magnificent water birds. They watched as the nest was crafted out of all sorts of things, including twigs and other objects to hold it tightly together as a resting place for the coming eggs that would be laid carefully and tended until the chicks hatched. There was even a dog collar embedded in the enormous nest. The expedition kind of went south when the men couldn’t come together on how to present their findings. Would it be in the form of a book? Would their observations be presented to other bird watchers? Not being able to reach a decision, they all went their own ways. Paul started with several sketches. The fun was had in the time together and the bond that these men made with each other and nature. The stories have been left untold, but I have a visual reminder of the event in this magnificent painting.

A house is just a dwelling place, a place to sleep and eat,

A set of rooms to roam about, to gather and to greet,

Each filled with lath and plaster, with paint and other things,

It soon becomes inhabited and that’s when life begins,

The walls could tell us stories of who these people were,

By things they said, the hugs and joys and words that would occur,

Of broken hearts, of emptiness, of loss and loneliness,

Of joyfulness and goals achieved, of peace and happiness,

It’s  just a simple shelter made of brick or wood or stone,

But when a family lives there, it soon becomes a home.

Families come in all sizes and shapes. They become a working unit that can conquer many things through teamwork, memories, teaching the basics of God’s Word, sharing their faith with others, learning to love, share and encourage each other. In a world that has lost track of God and is searching for a solid foundation, the answer lies in the family unit and the collaboration of those that are part of it. We need God back in our families. That’s where His greatest work is done. He teaches us so much about life, love, faith, joy, peace & contentment. He loves us more than any human possibly can. As a new week begins, start to think about the power of God and His ability to make good even from chaos. He can do that through us.

“See what kind of love the Father has given to us to be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that they did not know Him.” 1 John 3:1 ESV

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SUNDAY SPLENDOR . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

We’ve been blessed with a run of amazing blue skies, fresh, crisp air and changing colors in my neck of the woods. It’s a perfect day for a Sunday drive. After a weekend of visits with family and a special one-year birthday for the little man who made me great – Gigi, has made me look forward to an afternoon nap. I don’t remember such an elaborate celebration for my grandchildren or even my own children, but this one has outdone the rest. It was so nice to send time with our S. Carolina family, those from Minneapolis suburbs and our church family. As I looked at all the cousins and aunts and uncles, I recalled such gatherings on my mother’s side of the family. Coming from a family of eight children, there was no lack of cousins. It was always such fun to enjoy these outings with them. God has blessed me in so many ways. Having a wonderful family that never lets you down is one of them. I’ve been pretty focused on the change of seasons this month. I guess it’s a reminder of things to come. Autumn is the doorway to winter and colder temperatures along with snows, blizzards, slippery sidewalks and streets, lots of accidents, and at least six months of it. I’d love for autumn to last as long as winter, but I’m grateful for the changes of four seasons. Variety keeps life interesting and full of hope for the future. Today’s watercolor was completed at Wargo Nature Center, where Paul worked as a naturalist for a few years. We also took many short road trips to this natural wonderland. The simplicity of watercolor always astounds me, because of the necessary control of the wet paint which is required for a beautiful painting.

Brilliant colors are fading fast, yet in their final glory,

New shades replace their glorious past, they tell a brand new story,

Then one last bloom glory displays, as leaves fall all around,

The bloom will follow to the grave, to rest deep in the ground.

The hues of autumn now ascend,  crimson red, brown, yellow, gold,

Like precious gems the sun will bend, the story then will unfold,

Enjoy the paintbrush of our Lord as brilliant colors He paints,

Amazing beauty is in store for those who patiently wait.

Thank you, Jesus, for this glorious autumn day. You exhibit every color of the rainbow in the realm of your creation during this time of year. Offering hues that only you can make. These colors will soon fade, and winter will come, but it’s up to us to remain positive in all circumstances. Prepare us for those winter months, as you present new beauty from different resources – ice and snow. Amen!

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AT THE RIVER’S EDGE . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This watercolor done at the edge of the Rum River is another reflection of Paul’s love of God’s creation. This river flows into the Mississippi and eventually down to the Gulf of Mexico. You can see the current pushing through obstacles along the way, squeezing in and out of unrelenting tree roots – over rocks and weeds. Life is like that with all its twists and turns – ups and downs – unknowns – striving to reach a destination that leads us home. The artist, Paul, found his way through 82 years of struggle, success, defeat, and more of the same, but always placed his trust in the One who created him. I miss this man but know that he is finally home. He left an amazing legacy through his family and his art. Soon the river will freeze, but the cycle will continue. Our first great grandson is celebrating his first birthday today – another one to love.

Rushing water,

Surging as it crashes,

Over broken rock,

And fallen trees,

Twisting and turning,

Undulating like a serpent,

Snaking its way through the forest,

Life giving water,

Flourishing with vitality,

Imprisoned by its boundaries,

Still following the path,

Carved out for it,

As in humanity,

On a collision course with life,

Obeying all the rules,

Doing our best,

Trying yet failing,

Melting down,

Stumbling,

Falling,

A catastrophe waiting to happen,

Within life’s disaster,

Our Savior walks with us,

Guiding our course,

Lifting us when we can no longer stand,

Supporting through all adversity,

The same Creator who made the river,

Allows us to crash and fall,

Yet guides us to still waters.

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CHASING THE LIGHT . . .

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL T. & KATHY BOECHER©

An early morning in autumn shows the beginning of change. A reminder that the glorious days of summer are drawing to a close. Still, God provides another taste of glory with His own paintbrush – coloring the landscape with shades of burnt umber, cadmium red and lemon yellow. There is an art unknown to mankind within that pallet. He mixes colors, adds lights and darks, plays with movement through the wind and breathes a final hurrah to this amazing time of the year. We know the cold days of winter are in the future, but these days of change are to be enjoyed by everyone. God made this place for us and in autumn He pulls out all the stops.

An artist follows a journey of his own,

Travelling down the road less wandered trying to catch the light,

Searching desperately for the right subject matter,

A vagabond living in the moment, on an expedition,

He sets his easel, makes ready his paint,

A virtual studio out of the back of his truck,

He attaches a canvas, fills his palette with color, and waits,

For just the right light, just the right dazzle on the water,

Just the perfect stillness and glimmer,

And then it begins.

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY LOVE . . .

TO MY BEST FRIEND, THE LOVE MY LIFE, MY SOULMATE:

Today it will be the 268th day since the day you entered heaven. It’s also a day we looked forward to each year. It would’ve been 61 years of anniversary celebrations for us. The photograph taken a year ago, as we took one of our precious road trips, is a reminder of the loss I continue to feel. It was a day much like today. The skies were clear and clearest blue. Morning dew had settled on the grass – creating a sea of diamonds, and a misty glow, As I look at this empty bench today, it’s hard to recall the two of us sitting there together. The memory of your smile – the touch of your hand as we looked at the water and talked about our lives so far. Your laughter is gone from our home. Your constant positive attitude no longer fills the empty spots in my heart. I know your journey was difficult at the end, but you never gave up trying to hold us all together. In thinking of these past 268 days, it still seems like a dream in which I’ll wake up and find you beside me again. I know that day will come when God rejoins us in paradise. Without you I know life will go on until then, but I do miss you with all my heart. Thank you for leaving a legacy of beautiful art to remind me of the treasure you held in your dancing fingers. As someone once said, “He paints faster than his brain will allow it to catch up.”

Your memory lives on through your work. I am blessed by your constant and diligent faith. You encouraged me in times of darkness. You set an amazing example for our children through your witness. I love you still, with all my heart, even though this anniversary day will be hard without you here to celebrate.

Thank you, God for the amazing life I had with this man. Thank you for being the cord that joined us so tightly for so long. Amen!

“And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.” Ecclesiastes 4:12 ESV

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WHO IS IN THE DETAILS . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER@

The phrase, “The devil is in the details” was derived from an earlier German proverb which actually translates into “God is in the details”. As I look at the above pencil rendering of a study Paul completed when traveling in the mountains out west, there is an abundance of puzzle pieces in the work. If you look closely, you will see things, real or imaginary, that makes you wonder if it was intentional. Paul liked to hide things in his artwork so that those viewing it might find them or create their own vision of what was hidden. In our daily journey, I am so glad that God is in the details. He has already planned our lives for us. We, of course still make our own choices using the brain power He’s given us. Things may not fall into place the way we plan them, but we can depend on God to give us the direction we need to go on.

Our world is filled with puzzlements of stories yet untold,

Each simple piece will fit somewhere, the complex are pure gold,

Each facet has a shape and life, with joy taking its place,

Joyul to be a part of things, dependent on time and space.

A puzzle, story, a painting, ways we express ourselves,

But soon they become useless things, leaving dust on our shelves,

The pieces that make the work whole, together make it grand,

If we could join all the pieces, just think how strong we’d stand.

We are worth so much more to God than puzzle pieces or pawns on a chessboard. He loves us without any strings attached and gave the greatest sacrifice to bring us back to Him. Now is the time for us to make that choice.

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WAIT ON THE LORD . . .

ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER@

This oil pastel gives the impression of an oasis – a place of rest and refreshment. Nestled within the mountains in the background and surrounded by pine trees, sits a small body of water that will bring refuge and revival. We’ve heard a lot about revival these past few weeks, especially since the assassination of Charlie Kirk. According to the media our nation is returning to church, praying and digging into the Word of God, the Bible. This is a good thing – right? What does it take to get people to come back to God and His teachings and His will for our lives? Is it murder, assassination, hatred, sin of any kind, confusion, chaos and crime? What more can the devil throw at us before we turn back to God? Our journey on this planet is not going to be easy. Jesus told His followers what was ahead for them if they believed in Him and trusted that He was indeed the Son of God.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew 11:29 ESV

Those words carry great weight. Following God will bring criticism, anger, frustration, attacks, unbelief and maybe even your life. Think about the price Christ paid for us on the cross. By the time He reached the cross, He was already bleeding profusely. The Roman Scourge was designed to cut through flesh and make the beating as painful as possible. As he carried the weight of His cross through the streets, He was spat upon, ridiculed and humiliated. Yet He pressed on even as insects infested His wounds. He did that so we would gain eternal life and God’s protection here on earth. He died, as we will die. Yet, on the third day He came back to life as we will also do when we follow Him.

The Jesus narrative isn’t new. It usually comes when people have had it with society, government morality and any number of things. Returning to Christ is easy, but staying with Him often gets lost in the shuffle. This should be a lifetime commitment, which begins in the family and continues through adolescence into middle age and finally as we become senior citizens.

The course will not be easy, but so worth it. If you are confused right now and not sure what to believe, I urge you to start reading the Bible. Visit a church and make sure they are preaching the truth. Study with other Christians. Lean on each other, but don’t forget to pray. The LORD wants to hear from everyone. His door is open 24/7. He loves you so much that He died for you. Do not be led astray by false teaching. The Gospel gives us hope for the future, but the law is necessary, so we know how much we need a Savior. Christ fulfilled the law for us and freely gave His life so we would receive His kingdom.

THANK YOU, JESUS FOR ANOTHER DAY!

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A SHORT STORY – THE BIG BAD WOLF . . .

There once was a shepherd.  He was a caring young man, who loved his flock and enjoyed his time with them.  He’d spend hours, sitting and watching over them.  While he sat and watched, he enjoyed the fresh, clean air of a misty morning sunrise. colors from those rays would penetrate the darkness and announce a new day.  At night, after a long day off tending sheep, he would be treated to purples, reds and oranges creating new colors in the sky. This was the typical life of a shepherd.  He was responsible for the whole herd.  No time to wile away the hours. He was on duty 24/7.  There wasn’t time to take a bath either, so many of the town’s people avoided him when he made a trip to resupply. Shepherds were on the lowlife list, because they lived as vagabonds and gypsies.  This shepherd didn’t mind being rejected.  He had a whole flock that loved and depended on him.

One day a wolf sat in the darkness of the forest waiting.  He was hungry.  His mouth drooled as he watched the sheep play among the fields of grass.  He noticed one little lamb who stood all alone, rejected by the others.  He thought it strange that this young lamb was all alone, but it made his job a whole lot easier.  He lurked in the darkness for just the right moment and then he pounced.  At last, the long-awaited meal was in his reach. The lamb screeched as the wolf carried him off by the nape of the lamb’s neck.  He purposely broke one of the lamb’s legs.  This would make sure that he couldn’t escape even if he tried. 

The shepherd realized almost immediately that one of the sheep was missing. The sound of the injured lamb reached his ears and he knew immediately that one of his flock was in danger. Forget about getting any sleep that night.  The shepherd grabbed his slingshot and a few stones and set out for the forest, leaving the rest of the flock alone and vulnerable.  That one little lamb, who had been isolated from the flock because he didn’t fit in, was now being searched for by the only one who ever loved him.

The wolf heard the shepherd approach as soon as he opened his mouth wide to devour the little lamb.  The lamb was oblivious to the terror that awaited him but realized his situation when the throbbing pain in his leg reminded him.  The pain was great. The little lamb was broken and wounded, but his heart remained strong.

The shepherd found them and took up his staff to scare off the wolf.  He then loaded his slingshot and a rock sailed through the air and killed the villainous wolf.  The dedication of the shepherd for his sheep far overshadowed his skill.   The shepherd won the battle by wounding the wolf severely.  

The little lamb scurried to his master.  His leg caused him great pain as he bleated all the way to his waiting arms.  The shepherd scooped him up and they returned to the rest of the flock.  He continued to hold the disabled lamb close to him until the leg healed.  From that day, the lamb remained close to his master.  They became as one, united by their love.

As our world is in this state of chaos and confusion, and fears begin to fester, our minds may turn in a different direction.  We wander from those who control our destiny. We think we can make it on our own, but we need help.  We need to look to the one who protects.

The Shepherd in the story is Jesus.  He’s our guide.  He watches over us in troubling times.  He will never leave us – even when we’re overcome with desperation – when we don’t know what will happen next – when all seems lost.  He’ll come to our rescue when we feel all alone, broken and sad.  He was willing to sacrifice his own life for the safety and benefit of his flock.

As you wonder how long we will be exposed to difficult situations, hatred, murder and evil, remember the One who loves you more than Himself.  We don’t know how long this will go on.  We can’t be sure of the future in a darkened, sin filled world.  Life will get back to normal when we place our trust in the Good Shepherd.  That is no fairy tale!

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THREE TREES . . .

ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©

The watercolor I’ve chosen for today comes from a sketchbook, but I think it deserves a frame. Seeing these three trees reminds me of the great price Jesus paid so that you and I could enjoy the benefits of paradise and live eternally with Him. Death no longer has a hold on us. We can be confident, like the thief who asked to be part of that kingdom, that through Jesus, all our sins have been crushed,

Three trees stood firmly planted upon a mountain high,

They served as guarding sentries that reached up to the sky,

When time was ripe and days drew near, the ransom would be won,

The tree that stood between the two, would hold God‘s own dear Son.,

Each cross would serve a purpose, to fulfill the prophesy.

The promise of redemption would hang upon a tree,

Two were common criminals, but Jesus bore no guilt,

He hung for six short hours, ’til all His blood was spilt,

One of the guilty criminals, knew this was God’s own Son,

The other mocked and laughed at Him, the judgment had begun,

The paschal lamb was sacrificed upon that middle tree,

He died so that new life would come, He died for you and me.

The trees have long been tossed aside, their purpose has been served,

The sinless Son took on our sin, a gift we don’t deserve,

He came to seek and save the lost, it was the only way,

For us to enter heaven’s gate, our sins were swept away.

But that was not the end of it, He rose again to life,

He conquered death, gave us that gift, defeated Satan’s strife,

So we someday can see His face, and know His loving touch,

And walk beside this Holy One, who gave us all so much.

The price has been paid. Our sins have been forgiven. Now we have an obligation to share this amazing news with others – by demonstrating Jesus’ love – by doing random acts of kindness – by following His example – by shedding our fears and boldly proclaiming what He has done for all people. The world is longing for this truth.

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HARD WORK NEVER HURT ANYONE . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

Paul Boecher was known for sketching ideas for future paintings. Many of those sketch books he created were used for that purpose, but these two are reminiscent of another time and a different way of tilling the soil and harvesting crops. Undoubtedly, they were done at one of the many reenactments he participated in. Farmers were among the many early settlers in Minnesota and Wisconsin during the 1800s. Today’s farmers have updated equipment; many have sold off acreage for profit; some have turned into mega-farms supported by large corporations. That being said, the farmer often doesn’t get the credit he deserves for helping to feed the people of our country and provide forage for horses and cattle. I was not raised on a farm, but I spent many summers with my maternal grandparents and saw firsthand what was required of them.

The Bible makes many references to those who spend their lives and bodies working hard every day. In the following verses, the Apostle Paul tells the early Christians to become lights in a dark and corrupt world. Maybe we should all heed those words.

“Philippians 2:14-15 “Do all things without grumbling or disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation among whom you shine as lights of the world. (ESV)

Instead of a poem today, I’d like to offer a prayer for our nation. Dear, Heavenly, Father, you have given us resources for provision in abundance. Those who spend their labors by the sweat of their brow are the core of our country. Lately we’ve witnessed all kinds of evil behavior, mindless killings, enraged minds and unhappy people. Some struggle with mental problems from various causes – all the way from drug or alcohol abuse to fake news and a surge of technology that puts way too much information in the brain to handle for the average person. You and You alone are the only One who knows what will happen today, tomorrow and in years to come. The plans for these days were made long before the world was created. There is also an abundance of hatred, evil and darkness covering our planet, yet there are many who still hold to your precepts. I pray that you will inspire us to follow your early disciples’ example by being lights to a darkened world. You will make it happen, because you can do anything. I pray this and all things in the name of your precious Son, who conquered death and assures eternal life. Amen!

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HE’S WATCHING YOU . . .

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This watercolor has so much detail, down to the bridges, the pathways, the faraway structures and those nearby. Brilliant colors also appear and blend to create a stunning rendering of a lighthouse. God sees all the details in our lives. He hides in them, ever having His eye focused on each individual on this planet. He is all knowing (omniscient,) all powerful (omnipotent,) and is everywhere at the same time (omnipresent.) This is undeniably a difficult concept for us to understand, but that’s because He is God and we aren’t. Those traits could be considered threatening but look at it this way. He knows you – inside and out. He understands where you’re coming from. He will never leave you. He will protect you from danger, harm and the evil forces that inhabit the earth. He may be watching you but He’s not like Big Brother. He loves you enough to die for you.

Hiding deep within the brush, covered and barely seen,

The troubled heart can never hide from God’s eternal touch,

We walk through life boldly, until our sin overtakes us,

We run away,

We can’t face it,

We tremble in fear because of it,

We come to the point of no return,

But still, we cannot hide,

God’s care for us is beyond our comprehension,

He walks every step with us,

Taking our hand through each day,

Carrying us when the load is unbearable,

Protecting us from the slings and arrows of life,

Do not run away,

Run to Him.

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LOOK TO THE SKY . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This watercolor has me stumped. Since I no longer have my in-house naturalist to tell me, I can’t figure out what kind of duck it is. I searched Google and there are so many different species of waterfowl in Minnesota. Maybe it has to do with the thousands of lakes we have in my state. I looked for ducks with fluffy heads – those that had a longer beak with a hook shape on the end. I’m still puzzled. All I can tell you is this is a duck on a lake, painted with watercolor, plein air. If anyone can educate me, I’d much appreciate it. Aside from that, I have no lack of beautiful artwork to look at, even though I can’t identify everything about it, it always brings a smile to my face.

Since times have been so toxic lately and people are hurting, grieving, unsure, confused, depressed and on and on and on – I thought a post about looking to the sky for answers might be in order. Jesus encouraged His followers to do just that in Matthew 6:27 “Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”

When things seem as though they can’t get any worse, there is only one source to focus on. God has provided for all creatures, great and small. He will never leave us. He protects, guides, intercepts danger, clears the path, has a plan for our lives. We must not forget that He is still in control, no matter how ugly our world becomes.

Clouds go dancing through the sky – painted for our pleasure,

Elephants and angels fly – on canvas without measure,

The great expanse can turn to dust – its face will fill with rage,

But when the clouds display their grief,

The tears wash clean each page,

We too can be like clouds on high, when life does overtake us,

We find release in tears we cry, we pray that God remakes us,

He hears our cry and washes clean the sins that sap our life,

His life for ours, His love unseen, will take away our strife.

Look heavenward, keep eyes on Him, don’t bend to Satan’s lies,

If God can keep His creatures safe – He’ll give to us His prize.

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WASHED CLEAN . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Yesterday was a first for my church. A farmers’ market was held in the parking lot. I would say it was a success as there were several vendors and the rainy weather held off until it was over. It was a first for me too, as I participated by selling some of Paul’s watercolor art. When we make plans for outdoor activities we never know for sure what God has in mind for the weather of the day. In this case, the rain that was predicted took a break for a while.

I got a chance to chat with some old friends and new and spent a nice afternoon outdoors. The morning was reserved for a rehearsal of our next Jewels of deNial performance. By the time I got home – through the deluge of rain which so perfectly waited – I felt both exhausted and exhilarated. Keeping busy as an elderly widow, has its benefits, but often I forget that my body doesn’t always keep up with my mind. I slept until 9:30 AM, which was a first for me in a long time. The rain of yesterday has forced many leaves to fall to the ground. Today looks like it’s raining leaves. Whatever the season – including the seasons of life – our God is there all the time. Thank you, Jesus for another day.

Shades of grey, crimson and yellow dot the landscape with a magical mist,

Covering a multitude of sins,

I wonder if this is how we look to God?

Covered with a veil of repentance and grief over past sins,

Shrouded in a hazy net of gauze,

Undistinguishable,

The hidden,

The burdened,

It has all been washed away in the blood of the lamb,

No longer are we seeped in darkness,

No longer in fear,

God has forgiven us all through His own Son, Jesus,

Let His love shine through us and bring that light to others.

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THE FRUIT IS RIPE . . .

ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER@

“and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

The painting shown today was painted plein air at the Parley Lake Winery.  It is a lovely place to visit, with art on the grounds, along with animals, grapes and tasty wine.  The grapes are ready for harvesting.  Are we ready to be part of it?

When our hearts grow weary from the bondage of sin,
When our souls cry out for rescue,
When life continues to hand us another brick,
And requires more than we can endure,
When we feel we can no longer carry the burdens,
When heaviness weighs upon us like a ton of baggage,
When failure haunts and hunger grows,
This is when we become ripe,
This is when God begins His best work in us,
Like grapes on a vine, ready to burst forth with flavor.
With juice for the best of wines,
We are being made ready for perfection,
Do not mourn the days of suffering,
They will bring forth delightful fruit.

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SEEDS SOWN . . .

ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

Time for another black and white piece of art. This demonstrates Paul’s ability to capture contrast, lights and darks, detail and movement. All encapsulated in one space. When we think about Autumn, the colors are what come to mind. God has taken out his best paintbrush and filled nature with a rainbow of hues. We can never match these brilliant shades, but isn’t it wonderful that God does it for us? Trees that once created a canopy of green are descending to create a carpet of gold, red and orange. Each leaf has its own design – veins spreading out seeking nourishment – they wither and eventually go back into the ground from which they came. It’s my favorite season, but it does come with the promise the long season of winter. Each of the seasons are part of God’s creation, which gives us a glimpse of what paradise will be like.

Colors of autumn – scarlet, amber and gold,

God’s palette enlivens the fields we behold,

Each seed that was planted, its fruit has been sown,

A bountiful harvest among dirt and stone,

His Word bears good fruit, a banquet sublime,

Waits for us in heaven when it becomes time,

But while we continue to walk on this earth,

His truth to the world will offer rebirth,

Time soon will run out – there’s much work to be done,

Tell the world about Jesus and the victory He’s won.

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