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Boreham Writing

F.W. Boreham was a preacher who was a household name during his lifetime but is now largely forgotten. From an essay by James Townsend: “The name of Boreham only rhymes with the word boredom. At that point the similarity ceases. The popular preacher Warren Wiersbe said: “It amazes me that my favorite biographical handbook, Who Was Who in Church History, mentions Caesar Borgia, but contains not one line about Frank W. Boreham.” In 1975 Ruth Graham aspired to read “one of F. W. Boreham’s books” that year, observing, “I have read all but two of his [forty-eight] books and read them for pure pleasure.” Alas, “there arose up a new [generation who].knew not” F. W. Boreham, to borrow the wording of Exodus 1:8. In a preceding generation the moderator of the Church of Scotland could introduce Boreham as “the man whose name is on all our lips, whose books are on all our shelves and whose illustrations are in all our sermons.” When the young Billy Graham went to Australia to hold a crusade, he personally visited F. W. Boreham in what was to become the year of his death (1959).”

This para is typical of the writings of Frank W. Boreham (1871-1959), from Wisps of Wildfire: “A few weeks ago, in a small boat, I was making my way up one of the most picturesque of our Australian rivers. The forestry on both banks was magnificent beyond description. A canoe glided ahead of us. Presently, the waters seemed to come to an end. We watched the canoe, and to our astonishment, it simply vanished! When we came to the point at which the canoe had so mysteriously disappeared, we beheld a sudden twist in the river artfully concealed by the tangle of bush. The blind alley was no blind alley after all!” (The main point: the believer knows that though death looks like the end, it isn’t. There is more, much more, ahead.)


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