N.W.BOYER…Christian Author

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Be Not Afraid

To any of our readers who may be struggling with a situation or some troubling difficulty, I share with you this song.   It was written by a young man struggling with God’s call to him to go into Christian ministry as a priest.  We all have our moments in life when we need God’s guidance.  Look to Him for the perfect way for you.

Be Not Afraid by Bob Dufford

Blessings


God’s Amazing Grace

Throughout the world, no song is more inspiring than the beautiful Amazing Grace.   In Christ, our Savior, His grace and forgiveness is a perfect gift to all mankind.

For your ever enjoyment and inspiration from Boyer Writes:

 


Surviving Brain Surgery

She is a redhead, filled with enthusiasm and a love of life. She was my neighbor in Virginia.  Little did she ever dream that she would have that lovely red hair pulled back 5 inches from her forehead to her ears, to allow doctors to make an incision and remove a large brain tumor.  This is her true story, written in her own words, to give encouragement to anyone facing a similar situation.  It is not an easy story to tell, but one that should be passed on to those who may lack courage or have difficult decisions to make in this regard.

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Looks Can Be Deceiving  by Patricia Paige

“When we meet someone for the first time, we immediately become aware of their appearance. We notice their height, their hair or their eyes. One such example is found in First Samuel Chapter 16. When Saul had lost God’s favor to rule over Israel, He sent Samuel on a specific mission. He traveled to the home of Jesse, and from his sons, God told him he would find “the chosen one.”

As Samuel looked at Jesse’s older sons, he considered their height and strong features, but God rejected all of them. He told Samuel that God does not judge someone by their outward appearance. He looks upon the heart. Samuel sent for Jesse’s youngest son, David: “And, the Lord said, Arise, anoint him; for this is he.”

When you look at me, you might notice my red hair, my blue eyes or my smile. Sometimes, looks can be deceiving. What God knows, but you cannot see, is that in August 2014, I had surgery to remove a brain tumor.

I’ve had headaches most of my adult life, including migraines. I didn’t believe the headaches I’d been having for the past several months were any different. These headaches would always completely disappear. My journey began quite uneventfully on a beautiful day in June. When I’d awakened that morning, I’d felt really energetic. Except for this morning, my hearing was muffled. Have you ever been swimming underwater in a pool? You hear the voices and laughter, but the sounds seem diminished. I continued my busy day. After accomplishing a few errands, I’d purchased groceries, and prepared an early supper. However, throughout the entire day, my hearing remained muted.

After my husband and I had eaten, I’d filled a plate and popped on the travel lid. My purse and keys were on the counter. Suddenly, I felt nauseated and started having stomach cramps. Later, I would look back on this event and realize this was God’s divine intervention in my life. If these symptoms had not occurred exactly when they did, I’d have been driving down a four-lane highway.

Thankfully, I’d gone into the small half-bath near the kitchen. Nausea only worsened as did the stomach cramps. When my massive seizure began, I was close enough to the wall to lean my head against it. Honestly, I don’t believe I could have remained upright at this point. My next symptom was extremely bright, revolving lights. Have you ever been to a carnival where colored lights are pulsating and blinking in a circle?

I never lost consciousness, but believed my head was literally going to explode. Searing pain raged throughout my entire skill. On and on the cycle continued with nausea, severe cramping, blinking lights, and headache. Several times I thought I was going to die. It would have been a release from the excruciating pain. I am so thankful to my husband for placing cold, wet washcloths on my forehead and back of my neck.

Why, you ask, didn’t my husband call for an ambulance? My symptoms were waxing and waning, so we both assumed it would be over any minute. Besides, some of our friends had recently suffered a nasty stomach bug, which had included a severe headache. A similar illness perhaps? As suddenly as the symptoms had appeared, they disappeared. I felt completely normal again. I could walk and talk without any problems. My speech and balance were fine.

However, this experience troubled me. Were these symptoms of something more serious? I phoned the office of a neurologist I trusted and had known for several years. In the meantime, I went to my family physician. My vital signs were within the normal range. When I described this frightening incident, he expressed concern. I told him of my upcoming appointment with neurology. He was relieved I would be seeking additional medical treatment.

My headaches were becoming worse; occurring more frequently. The neurologist thought I was having “cluster headaches.” She also ordered an MRI (brain scan) to rule out anything else.

Returning home few days later, I had a phone message from the neurologist. She asked that I return to her office early Monday morning. This was Friday afternoon so I knew it wouldn’t be good news.red headed woman2

“You have a brain tumor” are words you never want to hear from your doctor. My suspicion had become all too real. I just sat there and didn’t respond. I was in shock. She asked if I’d heard what had been said. She asked again. I shook my head signifying I understood. I sat motionless; silent.

She showed us an x-ray of the tumor. It was a moderately large Meningioma. This type of tumor grows within the first three layers (the meninges) that are located between the skull and the brain. Although they are usually benign, I would require surgery to remove it. When she asked where I wanted to go to, I asked, “Where would you send someone in your own family?” That’s how I was referred to the Chief of Neurology at a hospital accredited as a Level I Trauma Center.

The next few days were a blur. My headaches were more intense, and I was increasingly sensitive to bright lights. I’d wear my sunglasses even indoors. My family continued to be supportive, encouraging and funny. Hey, look, our daughter would say, “Mom’s wearing sunglasses in the house. She must think she’s a Movie Star!”

The following information is taken from a Facebook post: “Last night, I read the pathology report on Mom’s tumor. It gave the exact measurements. I used a ruler, pen and paper and made a sketch. Then, using the materials at hand, I fashioned a replica of it using many, many rubber bands. If you’ve met my Mom, then you know that she’s a short, small-boned, cute, redheaded woman. What I’m trying to explain is that this tumor is HUGE! No wonder Mom is keeping a bad headache.”

Two MRI’s and two neurologists have now confirmed that this tumor is indeed a benign meningioma . Next week, I have an appointment with the doctor who will perform the surgery. With his guidance, we’ll formulate a plan.

The surgeon was very professional, yet more than willing to take the time to answer all our questions. In my prayer time, I’d made a request of God. I’d asked Him to put me in the hands of Christians during my surgery. No one, not even my family, knew about my request. On our way out of the office, one of the associates touched my shoulder. She said, “You’re going to be fine. I’ll be in the room during your surgery, and I’ll be praying for you.”

Relief! Precious, wonderful relief. We were in the hallway before I broke into tears. My husband hugged me and said, “It’s going to be okay.” I explained the petition I’d made earlier. This is God’s way of showing me, “He’s got this!”

We were told to check the surgery schedule as we exited the hospital. The doctor who’d be performing my procedure did not have an opening until the middle or latter part of September. This was the first week in August. Waiting several weeks seemed like a very long time. I remembered that Almighty God held me in the palm of His Hand, and I was at peace.

I was on a “prayer chain” at my home church as well as several others throughout our community. These Christians were asking for my healing, and for the grace to see my family through this journey.

My health continued to deteriorate. My painful headaches were even stronger, and my energy level was beginning to drain. By now, I was unable to accomplish even the simplest of household chores. I began noticing that my balance was affected. Most days, I walked like I’d been drinking. I’d hold on to walls and furniture to prevent myself from falling.

One day I received a phone call from the hospital. It had only been two weeks since my appointment. The woman on the phone worked with the neurosurgery scheduling department. She asked if I wanted to have my procedure performed on August 22. Talk about a no brain-er (excuse the pun!) Absolutely!

As my husband and I sat in the surgical waiting room, we were joined by our daughter, granddaughter and grandson. This was the quietest my family has ever been. Usually we’re talking, teasing and laughing.

A nurse came to take me back, and told my husband and daughter they could join me after I was prepped. The hugs with my grandchildren were bitter-sweet because of the seriousness and uncertainty of brain surgery. Of course, I didn’t want to leave my family, but I knew where I’d be spending eternity. And, this was incredibility comforting. My family sat beside my bed. None of us knew what to expect. We were in a holding pattern similar to an airplane waiting for take-off.

My surgeon joined us and inquired if we had questions. The anesthesiologist arrived and introduced himself. Did we have questions? He then asked if they could pray for us. I don’t remember the words he said, but I knew they were heartfelt. It was surreal. Never before have I been so grateful to be a Christian surrounded by other believers.

According to my daughter, my surgery went well. Because I’d bled more than expected, I’d received two units of whole blood. I’d be in recovery, then ICU for several hours, transfer to a room, and finally discharge. That was the plan. In life, things do not always go as we’d anticipated.

When I first became aware of my surroundings in ICU, I was unable to speak. For a woman who has been extremely verbal all of her life, this proved to be difficult. As the hours passed. I became increasingly angry. My anger was not directed at God. My distress was due to my circumstances. I remember clenching my fist into a ball and pounding it on the bed. This could not have been beneficial especially since this was the arm where the IV was attached. I began shaking inside and sobbing. Tears were running uncontrollably down my cheeks. None of the nurses could tell us why this was happening.

Later that night, our daughter phoned a friend who teaches speech therapy at the college level. She explained that my condition was called expressive aphasia. This occurs when there is a disconnect between the brain and the mouth. The words I was trying to express were simply stuck in my brain. Apparently, when the brain is touched, interesting things happen.This would improve with time.

My tumor had grown from the left side of my skull toward the right. In fact, it had wrapped around the large cranial nerve in the middle of my skull. Think of it like an octopus whose tentacle is holding on tight. While my surgeon was unable to completely remove this part of the tumor, he’d gotten into close proximity. My brain needed to rest and reboot.

Because I couldn’t speak, the nurses brought pad and pen and asked that I write down what I wanted to say. I held these items in my hands, but I couldn’t write words. All I could do was to make attached ovals in a solid row. Row after row after row. Finally, I stopped trying.

I spent two days in ICU before transferring to what they referred to as a “step down” room. I’d stay there for the remainder of the week. At this point, I’d transfer to an inpatient rehabilitation center near the hospital. This was an intensive 7 day a week program focused on physical, occupational, and speech therapy. In the beginning, each of these were challenging. I had deficits in all three areas.

Occupational therapy proved to be extremely difficult. When offered a child’s large-piece puzzle with wooden handles to grasp, I managed to put together only three pieces. Twice daily the therapist would encourage me to work with my hands to improve eye/hand coordination. Problem-solving skills slowly started to improve and were more consistent.

Physical therapy concentrated on regaining my equilibrium, muscle strength and stamina. At this point, I was using a walker with attached wheels. Therapy incorporated the use of large balance balls, safe places to walk for short distances, exercises and stairs with railings to prevent falls. We had all learned and mastered these skills in early childhood.

Obviously, speech would be problematic. It would take time not only to learn how to communicate, but how to lessen the disconnect in my brain. Because I’d always gestured with my hands when I talked, occupational therapy was the missing link in regaining my speech. These therapies would continue when I returned home.

During this entire time, my vision had been extremely blurred. It was like trying to visualize objects or people through a thick fog. I was also experiencing drowsiness and fatigue. I’d accepted these as side-effects of my surgery. Thankfully, they were not!

The high dosage of seizure medicine they were giving me to keep my brain calm was reacting negatively with a muscle relaxer. I’d used it to relieve muscle spasms due to Fibromyalgia. I had not taken this particular medication in over a year, and then only once or twice daily.  However, my medical chart showed I was taking it three times daily. I explain this in detail as a precautionary tale for others. Review your medical records carefully with your primary care physician to correct any discrepancies before you are hospitalized. In any case, it is of utmost importance that your medical records are correct.

Arriving home, there were other obstacles. Patience has never been one of my strongest virtues especially when I’m in a hurry or stressed. It was difficult to remain calm, breathe slowly and deeply, then retrieve the actual word I wanted to express. Sometimes, I’d become angry and raise my voice. My poor husband was the target of all my see/saw emotions. Thankfully, he is a Godly man who really loves me. I’d say an entirely different word than the one I’d intended. Sometimes I’d just point to an object and call it a thing-e. Occasionally, this still happens.

When I first began my journey back to health, I did not realize it would take this long to recover or be so life-changing. These were the times that I found solace in the writings of Corrie Ten Boone: “When the train goes through a tunnel, and it gets dark, you don’t throw away your ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.”

I’ve always had empathy for people with cerebral palsy or those who have had traumatic brain injuries or strokes. Until my experience with expressive aphasia, I did not fully understand how challenging it is for them to try to speak. Now I do. Those words and thoughts remain locked deep inside their brains. Every day, they ride on a roller coaster of emotions. These brave people endure disappointment, frustration, anxiety and depression.

As a believer, I did not expect my life to be any easier because of my profession of faith. I did trust in God’s promise to never leave me. He is faithful as we continue to walk together down this crooked path called life.

I accept that everything that comes into my life is allowed by a good God. Why does He choose to heal some people and not others? I can’t answer that question. He alone can see into the future. God already knew I’d have a brain tumor, surgery and difficult recovery. I believe He has a plan and a purpose for each of us. I’m using the miracle God granted me as a testimony. It is my desire to provide inspiration and encouragement for those facing a similar or other serious surgery.”

Note from Boyer Writes in 2017:  God made a way for Patricia Paige to survive her brain surgery through prayer, family support and the medical team that skillfully brought her through to live a productive life. She is most grateful that the doctors understood her feminine concerns and left her red bangs to be brought forward so that people would not even notice that she had gone through such major surgery.

Whatever your challenges may be, give yourself to our Lord and ask Him to make a way for you to come through your difficult circumstances.

Boyer Writes footnote in 2019:  Patricia Paige was a pen name for a lovely person whose real name is Wanda Robinson. She wrote about this part of her life a number of years ago. God made a way, through doctors and support of family and friends, for Wanda to have five more years of life.  In 2019, she went to be with her Savior and Lord, Jesus Christ and her wonderfully supportive husband, Wade. It is in her honor that I re-post her writing.

 


The Beauty of the Earth and God’s Creation

God’s Holy Word tells us many things about the Beauty of the Earth and God’s creation:

For by Him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through Him and for Him. And he is before all things, and in Him, all things hold together.  Colossians 1:16-17

Bless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord my God, you are very great! You are clothed with splendor and majesty, covering Yourself with light as with a garment, stretching out the heavens like a tent. He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters; he makes the clouds his chariot; he rides on the wings of the wind; he makes his messengers winds, his ministers a flaming fire. He set the earth on its foundations so that it should never be moved. …   Psalm 104:1-35

And God saw everything that He had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.  Genesis1:31

 

God’s love for us through His Son should make in us a freedom that is not known through anything else.

This music is for your week’s pleasure.

Video:  Peaceful music from Born Free by John Barry and the earth’s beautiful creatures.  Turn up sound.


Hard Things to Understand

We don’t usually like things we don’t understand…especially when those things become personal.  We want things to make sense, especially in our thinking about faith and beliefs.

The fact is that some parts of the Holy Scripture that hit a raw nerve and seem to be totally against the loving, compassionate God that we believe in, we recoil and would rather be like Scarlett O’Hara and think about it another day.

As an example, priests and ministers of most Christian churches have a Lectionary of Holy Scriptures that are followed weekly when preparing for the message given to the congregation. It is often difficult for a minister to follow faithfully these Scriptures and to find something to tell the people sitting in the pews that might have an inspirational meaning.  Some are quite difficult, such as this one: Luke 14:26

If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, even his own life, he cannot be my disciple. Whoever does not bear his own cross and come after me cannot be my disciple.”

Hate is a very strong word.  Did He really say that or did the translators of the Greek get it wrong?  We’d like to think someone flubbed up somewhere or is there an underlining meaning to these hard sayings that we are missing? Family people I know would do anything for their children, spouses and parents. Turning the back on any of them would be out of the question. Yes, there are family divisions, but it usually is not in order to serve Christ.  To say that this particular Scripture is a “hard one” is putting it mildly.

Stephen Dass, a priest and his wife are missionaries to the street children, teens and young adults of Sao Paulo, Brazil. He writes in part these words about this difficult teaching of Jesus:

“Jesus demands that we give up everything that we possess including our families. It sounds like Jesus is going against everything that the modern church has termed as “family values.” Jesus tells us that they are a hindrance to our salvation. No one in their right mind would think that these so-called “family values” are wrong, even the Pagans would agree with us. They (families) are the fabric of every society.

Nevertheless, Jesus always swam against the current of cultural norms. He challenged whatever our culture told us was right and good. Almost every saint in our church calendar took these words of Jesus literally and seriously. We can try to make it more amenable in order to deal with it. This attempt would only serve to dilute the intensity of the gospel. These words are what they are. Therefore, we have to do something about it.

Most of us are just common people. We are not saints like those in the past. We sense a responsibility to our family. We need to have possessions in order to survive in this world. Yet, we want to follow Jesus and take His words seriously. There are no easy answers… We need to think and struggle with these difficult issues. There are no easy answers. Perhaps, there are no answers at all.”

I think that this last sentence might hit the nail on the head.  There are some things that we will not understand.  Perhaps, the most simplistic way to phrase it is that Jesus doesn’t want anything…wealth, friends, family, vocations, or…ANYTHING to get in the way of a person following Him and the Gospel of love and salvation for which He died to redeem man.  If we are drawn away from Him by even the most treasured thing, we must rethink our relationship to it.

Christ was clear that “Where your treasure is…your heart will be also.”  Matthew 6:19-24 is not only the chapter of the Bible with “The Lord’s Prayer” but gives some stern warnings that also use the word “hate” which is a word so abhorred today.

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy,  your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are unhealthy, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!

No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.” (or any other thing that comes between you and Christ)

Ultimately we decide what and Whom we will serve. We choose the road we will follow. One of my favorite poems is by Robert Frost. His choice made a difference to him…and so will ours.  Give this some thought. 

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

 

Video:  Turn up sound


Amazing Grace

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Church of St. Lydia in Greece

To God be the Glory and we thank Him for His Amazing Grace.

For my readers’ listening pleasure!    Boyer Writes

Video:  Andre Rieu and Bagpipers


Is It Well With Your Soul?

In Christian services around the world, people sing the great hymn, “It is Well with my Soul.”   Most have no idea who the writer of the words was or what was his background.

Horatio Spafford

Phillip Bliss

His name is Horatio Spafford with music composed by Philip Bliss in 1873.

The question you may ask, after hearing about his life’s story in the video below, is how could he have ever penned those words?

 

 

Anyone who has gone through times of trial or the most disastrous events in their lives know that they have to find something or Someone greater to cling to in order not to lose sanity or their faith in God.

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Some people may never quite get to a point in faith to say “It is well.” The author of this hymn also went out on a limb in his personal beliefs. Nevertheless, in the end, his great song has been a lifeline to many as they find out that Christ is the only answer to our sufferings because He knew suffering well.

Here are the words to It Is Well With My Soul by Horatio Spafford.

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know
It is well, it is well, with my soul. 

Refrain
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul. (Refrain)

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! (Refrain)

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. (Refrain)

But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.  (Refrain)

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
A song in the night, oh my soul!  (Refrain)  ( from Wikipedia)

Here is Horatio Spafford’s story and the tune to his song.  (turn up sound)

May you be blessed in your soul.


New Devotional Book by N.W.Boyer

As a Christian author, it is my joy to share a book that I have recently written.  My latest devotional book is called Around the Corner. 

The reason for that title is because throughout my life there have been surprises “around the corner” that have given me inspiration and understanding of people throughout the world.  These stories, events and thoughts are what I want to share with my readers.

Divided into 31 days, the daily reading has not only stories of adventures, joys and “Things that I have learned”, but also Scripture readings and prayers. It also includes some of my original art and photography, which also are my creative thoughts.

It is my hope that you will enjoy Around the Corner, in book form or on Kindle, for your inspirational reading.  If you like either, please pass this blog post onto your friends and family.

Click here:   Around the Corner…paperback edition 

 Around the Corner…Kindle Edition

Around the Corner Front Book Cover

 

 


The Cross…A Symbol of HOPE

It has been some time ago that the world, through their TV channels, watched the spire of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris fall into the blazing fire and smoke below.  Yet, a cross that hung in the cathedral survived.

It may be time now to think about the power of the cross as a symbol of hope.  The cross is not a symbol of hope fo everyone. Yet it is powerful, whether they think so or not.  There may have been some who rejoiced as the cathedral burned because they wished any symbol of Christianity to be destroyed. Just as terrorists wanted the World Trade Towers to no longer be the symbol of economic power, their evil minds set out to destroy them.  Symbols, in themselves, do have power to renew our minds and thoughts to something that can become even greater. That is true of the two symbols that are written about in this blog post.  The cross being our greatest hope…not wealth, but faith.

A Cross was erected from the rubble of 9-11

In place of those fallen towers, where thousands died…Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu and many others with faiths… as well as atheists and agnostics, a great new tower was built. A grand memorial to all who died and suffered that terrible day now stands deep in the belly of the new, grand building.

We remember also over 2,000 First Responders who have died or sick years afterward from illnesses that came upon them trying to reach the victims. This has led President Trump to sign the 9-11 Victims’ Fund to those still suffering.

Tragedies often bring about in the human spirit a desire to rebuild, to remember and to fight against such atrocities and those who propose them.

First Responders in front of St Paul Chapel

St. Paul Chapel became a resting place and prayer for first responders.  (Associated Press)

Instead of shocking, deliberate attacks, such as those on the World Trade Center, Pentagon or the intended attack on the White House, a few are accidental as the burning of the great Cathedral of Notre Dame.  The world was dismayed for another reason as we recognized the value of a great work of architecture that had stood for over 850 years, having taken 200 years to build. It was a prize of history, being one of the most famous Gothic cathedrals of the Middle Ages. This church was not only a symbol of Christianity but of the culture and the magnificent antiquities of France.

 

In the Cathedral of Notre Dame hung a cross, which was only exposed after the fires were put out.  Miraculously, it still hung as did some of the magnificent stained glass windows.  The French are determined to rebuild this great church and in doing so, we also can believe that it will be a revival of a great symbol of renewal, endurance, and hope.  The world needs symbols of hope and none is more powerful than the cross and the great buildings in which a cross is lovingly placed.

Recently, I saw a video of a church standing on an island in Japan. Inside was a great cross, stained glass and though the island is now almost deserted, the church still survives in an unlikely place.  Someone build it years ago and it is a symbol of their faith.

Fire ruins of the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris

For all Christians, the real symbol of hope was never burned in that terrible fire in Paris…the great cross of Christ.  That cross, shining bright, amid the ruins of the cathedral, sent the message around the world that the cross of Christ is the true symbol of hope for the world.

Yes, the cathedral will be rebuilt eventually, but the message of Christ in the cross will still shine after the burned rubble is cleared away.   The message it brings is forgiveness, a renewed life, and the promise of life eternal through Christ, the Son of God.

The message in the clearing away of the rubble of the Twin Towers in New York City is that out of the ashes rises the great Phoenix of hope, freedom, democracy and renewal. Even in that terrible attack, St. Paul’s Chapel next door to the towers was not destroyed even though the debris fell all around it.  The 1st President of the United States, George Washington, worshiped in this church.

It was not the first time, however, that this Christian church had escaped being destroyed.  In the first days of the American Revolution, the invasion of British troops sparked the Great Fire of 1776, which destroyed 432 structures in New York. The fire spread to St. Paul’s Chapel and very nearly overwhelmed it, but a bucket brigade managed to squelch the fire.  It is now named as the oldest surviving church in Manhattan.

Symbols are important in our lives.  Some are international, national, or even personal, but they are often a message of joy, inspiration or hope.

(ABC News tour video)  Important:  In order to hear sound on the video, you will have to unclick sound symbol.

https://abcn.ws/2VYew0o

 


Life is not always fair….FIGHT BACK with God’s Help

The troubles we encounter sometimes bring us to wonder if there is any way out. Life, in many cases, is not fair.   Standing our ground; never giving up hope, and sometimes just plain fighting back is the only way.thinking it through

I recently saw the video below and it reminded me of this fact.  In this case, a baby elephant had been separated from its mother and was attacked by a large number of lions.   It is breath-taking to watch.   He is a tough little guy and the odds certainly are against him.  Nature is harsh and relentless.  Survival is not always possible in nature, but within the animal and in man there is the God-given spirit to fight off the offender and not only survive, but to live…truly live another day.

Isn’t that the case with difficult situations?   We just have to “tough” them out.  Solutions are not always easy.   To find a solution may be through our own searching or through the help of others…but there usually is an answer to the heart-ache or trial that besets us.  Whatever yours may be, don’t give up. Remember, there is usually someone wanting to help you by lending a hand.

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In our video, the 14 lions attack an elephant from behind…climbing on the elephants back…trying to bring him down. You may notice that the elephant had a strategy.  He led the lions into the water…chasing them back…dropping back into a safer area…and continuing this fight time and time again. Toward the end of the film, the elephant’s strategy has worked, but he returns to the same place of danger. We are left fearful that he will be attacked again. Perhaps one thing we know is that if we are moving away from the dangerous things in our lives and then return again to the same place, it may not be the smartest move.  I’ll have to tell you that it was reported that in the end he was reunited with his elephant family.

The lions attack from behind and hang on, hoping to wear the elephant down. Isn’t it the case when life’s troubles attack?  They often come from behind when we are not expecting them.  As they hang on, we are made weary or even in some cases become sick from the anxiety.   Troubles may be something of our own makings, such as a wrong decision or even drug or alcohol abuse. Then again, it may be family or work difficulties.

The “fight back” is not revenge or plans to get even, but one that will get the “monkey off the back”…(or the lion in the elephant’s case)  and to find peace and rest. Some things you can’t change for they are out of your hands. If this is your situation, stop beating yourself up about the matter.   God knows far better than you how to change something that you can’t.  Therefore, seek Him out in your thoughts and prayers.  Put your life in His hands.

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Beautiful Gregorian Music

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Durham Cathedral in England

“The Gregorian chant is the oldest musical manifestation of the Occident (countries of Europe and Americas) and it has its roots in the songs of the old synagogues, since Jesus Christ`s times. 
The first Christians and disciples of Christ, were converted Jews who, persevering in prayer, continued to sing the psalms and songs of the Old Testament.  As the Greeks, not Jews or Romans,  were also becoming Christian, elements of the music and the Greek-French-Roman culture were being included to the Jewish songs. “

As the birds have been singing outside my window this Spring, I enjoyed hearing God’s little creatures sing along with this peaceful Gregorian Chant.    For your listening pleasure …for peace and joy!

 

 Illumination-Peaceful Gregorian Chants– Dan Gibson’s Solitude

VIDEO  (Turn up the sound. There is a slight delay in the opening…so give it a moment. )


New Devotional Book with Photography and St. Paul’s Words

 

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After a trip to Greece this year to follow the “Footsteps of St. Paul”, the inspiration came to share my photography and words of Holy Scripture that St. Paul spoke to the early churches.  He and the men and women during the years of spreading the Gospel through missionary journeys suffered greatly the persecution that eventually led to his beheading in Rome.  Because of them, we have the writings of the Holy Scriptures today of the good news of the Christian faith.

Follow with me now some of his words to the Jews in the Synagogues, the faithful in the churches and to us, the modern day church.  I have included archeological finds and ruins as well as the amazing monasteries of Meteora.

This devotional is now available on Amazon in paperback and e-Book form.

Click here to view new devotional book

All books written by N.W.Boyer for adults and children (click on each book for more info)

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CHRIST IS RISEN!

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HE IS RISEN!  HE IS RISEN INDEED.

2019 has been a year of great sadness around the world with disasters, wars, people fleeing oppression and other events:  the burning of one of the world’s great Christian cathedrals and the deliberate burning of black churches in the U.S.  Our soldiers still serve and die on foreign fields. There are a great many things to be concerned about in our world.

Nevertheless, we turn our hearts this Easter Sunday to the Great Hope for the world in the resurrection of our Saviour, Jesus Christ. On this Easter, we rejoice in the glorious hope for through His giving of Himself that we may be saved and the looking for His return to the world.

The grave could not hold Him.  Hallelujah!

Blessing to all Boyer Writes readers!  N.W.Boyer

(VIDEO: Turn up the sound)   Hallelujah Chorus

 


Music for your Relaxation

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.  Phillipians 4:6

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Underneath the Facade

Who would have dreamed a matronly, middle-aged Scottish woman could have the nerve to leave all behind, forgetting her appearance and walk onto a stage to sing for a better life?   Susan Boyle did.  The sneers and raised eyebrows were quickly put to rest when she opened her mouth to sing.  God had given her a great talent and she was going to let all know that what was under the facade was not what one could see…but if they listened, they could hear it.

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Isn’t this so true of the way we look at people?   We look on the outside, but God looks at the heart.  He also bestows on people many gifts that can be used for His glory.  Some people find that gift and use it wisely.  Others never venture into the unknown possibilities…and the gift goes unused.

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One day I drove to see a man that I had been told was a great stained glass maker.  Wanting him to make something for me, I ventured out onto a long road that seemed to lead to nowhere.   Soon I saw a little hut and a man who looked like “old father time” walked out.  My first instinct was to just drive away.  Had I done that, I would have missed some of the most beautiful glass work I had ever seen outside of a cathedral.  When having a conversation with him, I learned that he prayed for his customers and God always brought him enough people to pay his bills and live comfortably.  He loved his little place in the woods where he could produce for others beautiful glass art of which he had a great talent.

So it was with Susan.  She never felt at ease with people, but she did with music.  Her background had given her little self-confidence, but her music did.  That was how she was able to rise above it all and face the audience with her talent on that first night on stage with the world watching.  After the pressures of winning the talent show became too much, she had to back away for a while.   Crowds of people, media comments and the burden of it all drove her into seclusion to find a renewed health.  Once again she overcame and her albums of beautiful songs hit top sales.

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Susan says, “ I’m a champion for those who don’t have the confidence to do things and don’t have a voice; the ones people tend to ignore…” 

Find your gift…for all of us have something that God has given us. Seek it, pray for it…and use it.

It is my pleasure to present Susan Boyle in a tribute to her remarkable life.    Enjoy!

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A Visiting Professor’s Observation

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It is interesting how someone can come to the United States and have a completely different perspective on the word “democracy.”  We, who live here, become used to how things work in our free society.  The thoughts of a foreign visitor, who is used to a much different society,  brings a new dimension to the very meaning of the word…democracy.  We ask the question then…

“How much does religious freedom play as an encompassing part of democracy?”

 A visiting Chinese professor may have great words of wisdom concerning this matter. Clay Christensen, a professor at Harvard Business School, found friendship with this visitor, who was on a Fulbright Scholarship to the United States, and shares with us his words.   Pay close attention to his final statement.  It is quite chilling.

Short Video:  Please turn up your sound and click the link below:

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A Christmas After Thought

Christmas has come and gone, but a wonderful blogger friend of mine in England sent me a post about the choir that sang of the birth of our Lord Jesus at St. Paul’s Cathedral.  Stephen Liddell, author and tour guide,  is a blogger with over 3,000 followers.  He waited in line for two hours to get into St. Paul’s to hear the King’s College Choir of Cambridge.   He said that it was “well worth it.” 

Christmas may be over, but I just had to share this same song from a previous year.  Our prayers for the New Year should be that the message of “Oh Holy Night” and the Savior who came will help our world to be more peaceful in the year to come.

Video:    (If the video shows unavailable, click “Watch on YouTube” link given.)

Happy New Year to all

 


Christmas Day…and the Reindeer

Christmas Eve was silent as a baby was born in the manger.  He was wrapped carefully by his mother, Mary, in faraway Bethlehem.   Here in the United States and around the world, many families go to church on Christmas Eve to sing “Silent Night” and to remember this special event.

Afterward, parents tucked their children safely in bed…hoping they would go to sleep… as they wait for a special visit from Santa Claus.  The stockings are hung and the presents are hidden under the tree.
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Santa must be very tired when all is said and done. Guiding his sleigh around the world on Christmas Eve was no easy job.  What every Santa needs on Christmas is to find some peace and rest.  Here on earth, the presents he brought have been unwrapped. The aromas from the stoves cooking Christmas dinner drift around the houses of the neighborhoods. We know the elves have closed up shop, but it leads us to wonder about something else.

“When Santa finished driving his sleigh to the homes of all the good little boys and girls around the world, what did he do with the reindeer? 

On Christmas Day,  Santa let his reindeer have some fun.  He took them to the races!

What races?   The reindeer races in Lapland and Finland, of course.  Want to see?

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OUR READERS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!


Countdown until Christmas Eve…Day 2

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The voices of the Three Tenors presented for Christmas by Boyer Writes

In Vienna, a concert in Vienna of traditional and sacred Christmas music featuring Pavarotti, Carreras, Domingo.

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Countdown until Christmas Eve…Day 3!

Hurry, hurry, hurry! Off they go to shop for that last minute, special Christmas present! Crowds gather in the food court to get a bite to eat after a long, exhausting day.    Ordinary people sitting with not-so-ordinary people, who are about to share their love for Christ in concert….not in a church…but wherever one may be…even a shopping mall.   See the surprise for the unsuspecting…bringing the focus back to the real meaning of Christmas. Well, why not?   It may be the only sacred music heard by many.  The Holy Scriptures tells us to “Go into all the world…”

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Countdown to Christmas…Day 4

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A real birth…a real Child born of a Virgin…a real Savior of the world.

Music video and dramatization   Turn up sound   (Josh Groban)

 


Countdown to Christmas…Day 5

Boyer Writes presents Christmas music for your inspiration.

O Come, O Come Emmanuel

 


Acts of Kindness

President George HW Bush called for a “kinder nation” and from time to time we will see evidence that there are many kind people in the world.  The shame is that most stories we see on TV or on the internet are of the violent and outrageous.

I began looking for some actual videos of kindness…or pictures to prove that it does not matter to what nationality or race one belongs…KINDNESS is kindness…and it crosses all boundaries.

I read about a woman on an airline who had a crying 2-year-old and a 5-year-old.  A woman offered to help and hold a child throughout the flight.  The mother was so grateful.

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A woman holds a little boy for a mother flying with 2 tired children.

I understand this well in that I had three children on an airline from California to Florida.  My daughter, who was a baby, cried off and on the entire trip. My sons tried to ignore it and curled up on the floor to sleep. That, in itself, was a no-no.  I’m certain the other passengers were beside themselves with hostile thoughts, but no one wanted to reach out to help and make things better.  We all lived through it…but barely.  One does not realize that it is sometimes impossible to silence a tired, upset child who is used to his/her routine, safely back at home in the bed.

Another act of kindness was a young 13-year-old  who went outside in the rain with an umbrella to help an elderly gentleman get home.  There is definitely hope for the next generation.   This young man made his mother proud…and he should be also.

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I happen to be an animal lover.  It is easy to love all animals.  It is not so easy to love the down and out who may or may not have made their own bed and are now lying in it.  Nevertheless, these are exactly the kind of people to whom Jesus Christ reached out …the beggar, the harlot, the unclean and pathetic.  He calls us to do the same…not just during Christmas when we have a warm, cheerful heart… but always.   We may be the only face of “Christ” that they will see…or the only hands and heart that shows God’s love.

 

Below is a video that calls for people of all walks of life to reach out to a fellow human being…or an animal that is in distress.   Saving a life or making one just a little better is what we need today…this Christmas…and always.  Bring your kindness to someone today.

Mathew 25:40  “…Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as you have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, you have done it unto Me.”

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Belief…and the magic of Christmas

Christmas is a time of celebration and belief…belief in the true Christmas when the Savior of the World was born…belief in the joys that surround Christmas.  Many of these joys come in different forms.  It may be the decorating of the Christmas tree with all the old ornaments that have been carefully put away for another year.  It could be baking of a special pie or the wrapping of a present for a special person.  The choirs that sing our once a year music and the garlands and wreaths that are hung… bring a light and hope to  our lives and in our churches.  Some of those lights are bathed in sunlight and swaying moss from the trees, as here in my home state of Florida or in the beautiful snow-covered churches further up north.

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Trinity Episcopal Church in Mt. Airy, N.C. Winter snow of 2018

Some say that Christmas is for children.  We know it is a special time for them, but the true meaning of Christmas is for everyone.

“For to us a child is born, to us a Son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”  Isaiah 9:6 

To have the faith of a child…to be able to hear the ringing inside a small bell when grown-ups have ceased to hear it because of disbelief…is the theme of one of the most loved and cherished of Christmas films, The Polar Express.    available online

Recently, my husband and I sat down and watched the entire film.   It had been many years since we had seen it, but the “magic” was still there.   Tom Hanks plays various parts with different voices, which is analyzed in the video below to the meaning behind the characters presented in this great film.

At this special season, Boyer Writes would suggest that you gather your children or grandchildren around to enjoy the full-length film.  You are never too old to bring the joy of belief into your life.   In today’s world, we all need to seek to believe in the sacred meaning of Christmas and also in the joys and magic of Merry Christmas that we may have left behind in our childhood!