We are happy to announce the publication of a fourth in a series of Christian devotional books.
RAIN ON THE ROOF is a perfect devotional for anyone who would like to increase in their faith or looking to find faith.
The thirty one days of readings include historical and real life stories, original photographs by N. Boyer, Holy Scriptures and selections from The Book of Common Prayer.
You may find this book available at the following locations: (CLICK to view)
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
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)
HE IS RISEN TODAY AND HE SHALL REIGN FOR EVER AND EVER. AMEN
“For I handed on to you as of first importance what I in turn had received: that Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures, and that he was buried, and that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the scriptures.” 1st Corinthians 15:3-5
Palm Sunday is part of the Christian worship and the season of LENT. This was when Jesus rode on a borrowed donkey and the people laid before Him the palm branches and cloaks …honoring Him like a King. A King was what they wanted to free them of all the oppression in their day. So much like we, in the modern world, look for a leader to save us from our miseries. We may be looking the wrong way, for Jesus knew he must die first for the sins of the world in order to give the world the chance for a heavenly kingdom of total peace with mankind and God, the Father, Creator of the universe.
Count Down: Day 6 The Triumphal Entry, Day 5 Last Supper and In the Garden, Day 4 Trial Day 3 The Crucifixion Day 2 In the Grave, Day 1 Glorious Easter…Resurrection Day
My friend, Ginnie, sent me an email telling me about a remarkable woman. She is known in Poland and is one of the Righteous Gentiles honored in Israel, but for many she is an unknown. Sentenced to death for saving lives is hard to believe, but miraculously she was rescued from prison.
PBS has done a full documentary on the life of Irena Sendler is what they had to say about the film.
“Irena Sendler: In the Name of Their Mothers is the story of a group of young Polish women, who outfoxed the Nazis during World War II and saved the lives of thousands of Jewish children.
Irena Sendler, a petite social worker, was not yet thirty years old when Nazi tanks rolled into Warsaw in September of 1939. When the city’s Jews were imprisoned behind a ghetto wall without food or medicine, she appealed to her closest friends and colleagues, mostly young women, some barely out of their teens. Together, they smuggled aid in and smuggled Jewish orphans out of the ghetto by hiding infants on trams and garbage wagons and leading older children out through secret passageways and the city’s sewers. Catholic birth certificates and identity papers were forged and signed by priests and high ranking officials in the Social Services Department so that the children could be taken from safe houses in Warsaw to orphanages and convents in the surrounding countryside.
The scheme was fraught with danger. The city was crawling with ruthless blackmailers, and the Gestapo were constantly on the look out for Jews who had escaped from the ghetto. “You are not Rachel but Roma. You are not Isaac but Jacek. Repeat it ten times, a hundred, even a thousand times,” says Irena, who knew that any child on the street could be stopped and interrogated. If he was unable to recite a Catholic prayer he could be killed.
Magda Rusinek tells us how she taught the children “little prayers that every child knows in Polish. I would wake them up during the night to say the prayer,” says the Sendler collaborator who had joined the Polish Resistance as a teenager. “And then I had to teach them how to behave in a church, a Christian Church.”
“They treated me like their own child,” says Poitr Zettinger, recalling how the sisters would warn him when the Gestapo came to the convent. “They would tell me when I should hide so I’d run up to the attic. I’d hide in a cupboard there.” William Donat, a New York businessman, describes the conflicts inherent in the extraordinary situation. “I was baptized and I was converted and, became a very, very strong Catholic. I was praying every day for perhaps a little more food and for Jesus to forgive me for the terrible sin that I had been born a Jew.”
Sendler and her cohorts kept meticulous records of the children’s Jewish names so that they could be reunited with their parents after the war. Donat was one of the few whose parents survived.
In 1942, as conditions worsened and thousands of Jews were rounded up daily and sent to die at the Treblinka death camp, less than hour outside Warsaw, Sendler and her cohorts began to appeal to Jewish parents to let their children go. Sixty years later, Irena still has nightmares about the encounters. “Those scenes over whether to give a child away were heart-rending. Sometimes, they wouldn’t give me the child. Their first question was, ‘What guarantee is there that the child will live?’ I said, ‘None. I don’t even know if I will get out of the ghetto alive today.”
Indeed, Sendler and her colleagues were taking an enormous risk says Wladyslaw Bartoszewski of the Polish Resistance. “No work, not printing underground papers, transporting weapons, planning sabotage against the Germans, none of it was as dangerous as hiding a Jew. You have a ticking time bomb in your home. If they find out, they will kill you, your family and the person you are hiding.” Magda Rusinek describes one harrowing escape with a small child. “The street was blocked so I ran through gates I knew were still open with him under my arm. And we just managed to get to the apartment when they blocked it. So it was seconds. Absolute seconds.”
Sendler describes, as though it were yesterday, how the Gestapo came to her apartment on her Saint’s Day, October 20th, 1943. Desperate to hide the list of hidden children and their Jewish names, she looked out her window. “There were two Germans walking around. Nine were coming up the stairs.” At the last moment, she tossed the list to a friend who hid it under her arm. Irena was taken to the notorious Pawiak prison where she was tortured for refusing to give up information about her co-conspirators and their work. She escaped as she was being led to her execution, thanks to friends who had managed to bribe a guard at the last moment.
Irena and her colleagues continued their work. With the help of the Polish Resistance and some 200 convents and orphanages in the city of Warsaw and throughout the countryside, they managed to save the lives of at least 2,500 Jewish children.
Suppressed during the Communist regime in post-war Poland, and for decades afterwards, Sendler’s story finally comes to American audiences through interviews, rare stock footage and evocative re-creations shot on location in Warsaw. A few years shy of her hundredth birthday when interviewed by director Mary Skinner, Sendler’s lucid account of her life and work is a testament to the human capacity for moral courage in the face of depravity and evil during history’s darkest times.”
Below is a preview of the documentary. To order the full documentary, see this link: COMPLETE DOCUMENTARY FILM of IRENA SENDLER
We in the 20th century rarely think of those who endured…eaten by lions; burned at the stake; crushed by heavy stones because of their religious beliefs. After them, great cathedrals were built to honor God and those are often mostly empty today except for a few who come to pray or for the many who come with a tour guide to marvel at the architecture and the stained glass.
What has it cost to give us the religious freedom that we enjoy today? I use the word, “enjoy” because unless we are a Coptic Christian in the Middle East or in some other remote areas of the world, we do not have to worry about being persecuted for our beliefs. We can go into any church, synagogue, or masque and worship. This leads us to wonder if we will indeed be spared from persecutions …since we treat it so lightly.
How often do we read and reflect on the writings of Fox’s Book of Martyrs? Not only Christians men under Nero, but Jews under Titus suffered for their beliefs.
How little do we know about the death of the early Christians and disciples of Jesus? What do we know about men of more recent times who became martyrs for their faith?
- William Tyndale
- Master John Hooper
- Ridley and Latimer
- Thomas Cranmer
- and many others
When my husband and I were in England and Scotland, we visited York. There we visited the little chapel in The Shambles dedicated to the martyr Margaret Clitherow.
Margaret lived in the 16th century when there was great turmoil between Catholics and Protestants. She was married to a man of influence in the community who tolerated Margaret’s strong faith. Having been raised as a Protestant, she converted to Catholicism and was imprisoned many times for hiding the priests who were being persecuted. Unfortunately, it depended on who was on the throne whether persecution and fear for one’s life was a common problem. Queen Mary persecuted the protestants. Queen Elizabeth had Catholics imprisoned and executed.
Margaret was loved by the people of York. She was not only a young mother with a family to look after, but was willing to endure whatever came her way as she reached out to help those in danger of their lives…primarily at this time, the Catholic priests. . It was said that Margaret would slip out of her house at night; go to the gallows..praying for the victims and return to her home. An Act had been passed that to shelter anyone accused of heresy would be considered high treason and punishable by death. Margaret knew her dangers. In March, 1586, her home was raided and she was arrested. Included in her charges was not only her harboring priests, but that she had sent her eldest son out of the country to study with the intention of becoming a priest.
As the wife of an influential man, she had attended many elegant banquets at Guildhall, but now it became her place of trial. The court judge gave her the sentence, ” Margaret Clitherow, …you must return to the lowest part of the prison; stripped naked; laid down your back upon the ground and as much weight laid upon you as you are able to bear…and so continue three days without meat or drink, except a little barley bread and puddle water and the third day be pressed to death; your hands and feet tied to posts, and a sharp stone under your back.”
When visited in prison by a Protestant minister, Margaret said, “I am fully resolved in all things touching my faith which I ground upon Jesus Christ and by Him I steadfastly believe to be saved, which faith I acknowledge to be the same which He left to the Apostles and they to their successors from time to time, and is taught in the Catholic Church and through all Christendom. And by God’s assistance I mean to live and die in the same faith. For if an Angel came from heaven and preach any other doctrine than we have received the Apostle biddeth us not to believe him.”
Margaret sent her hat to her husband (signifying him as head of the house) She sent her stockings and shoes to her daughter, who was twelve. (signifying for her to walk with God)
As the heavy stone weight was placed on her, she called out “Jesus, Jesus have mercy on me.” She then died at age 33. Her road was short…but throughout the ages, the martyrs have paved a long road of faith with tears, blood and love.
In Spring, we see the buds on the trees and then the flowers. In the Fall, we see the cycle of life once more with the trees going into a time of rest…just to begin the cycle of life once again. It is the same with other forms of life and in each case it is a miracle given from God, the Creator.
Much was said about the new birth of a king to be recently. It was as if the world stood still for a few days…waiting…waiting. There was finally rejoicing as the new parents showed this new, fresh life for the first time. Yes, his baby boy may make a difference to the world, but somewhere another of God’s creatures is giving birth with no fanfare at all. None the less, it is a beautiful thing to behold and we are once again amazed at the way the body can produce something that at first seems to be only a mass…but after the struggle, it slowly makes its way out of its protective enclosure. It then appears as pure elegance. The tender care of both mother and father…with quick adaption to a new life of fresh air and the effort to stand. Truly, it is the miracle of life.
One may even think of this miracle as a metaphor, in miniature, of our own life…with its glory and our own effort to live and “stand” until the end.
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