Merry Christmas From Boggs Family Ministries

Kelly Jo and Odie are already in Hillsboro with the Morgan clan and I will be going down later today. We plan to have Christmas dinner with them this evening and then Kelly Jo, Odie and I will have Christmas in the bus Friday morning before eating with the Boggs bunch Christmas afternoon. I am sure we will have a good time being with family.

Thank God that Christ came for us. It really does not matter if He was born on December 25th or in April. What matters is that He came. For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich.  

II Corinthians 8:9

God rest ye merry, gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas day

To save us all from satan’s power

When we were gone astray

Oh tiding of comfort and joy

To save us all from satan's power when? He saved us when we were gone astray! Hallelujah!

Christ came and paid the perfect price for our sin. The Son of God shed His blood to wash away the sins of the whole world! I love the following about the blood of the Lamb written by Pastor Shad McDonald

I Believe In The Blood

Shad McDonald

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Atones and Assures

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Bought and Blesses

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Cleanses and Consecrates

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Dissolves and Delivers

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Emancipates and Eradicates

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Frees and Furnishes

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Glorious and Great

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Healing and Holy

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Immaculate and Infinite

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Just and Justifying

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Keeping and Kingly

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Liberating and Lovely

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Marvelous and Mysterious

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Necessary and Noble

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Obliterates and Overcomes

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Pardons and Purifies

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Quickens and Qualifies

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Redeems and Revives

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Saves and Sanctifies

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Trustworthy and Triumphant

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Unadulterated and Unequaled

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Valuable and Vital

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Worthy and Wonderful

I believe The Blood of The Lamb eXpunges and eXterminates

Yes, The Blood of The Lamb, The Blood of Jesus Christ was Yeilded up that we might be saved

And He took our sins that were Zillions and now they are Zero!

They are Nil!

They are Nonexistent!

They are Nothing!

They are None!

Your sins and mine.

They are gone forever!

We choose to celebrate that fact on Christmas Day and we will remember it with family and friends. May God bless you and your family the next few days.

Tomorrow's post will probably be mostly pictures from our Morgan Christmas. Thanks for reading.

Davy

He Wouldn't Stay Dead - Easter 2015

Today's post is a special Easter post. Tune in tomorrow for a View Out The Front Window that normally appears on Sunday.

In what is becoming an Easter tradition, I am re-posting a great poem on this beautiful Resurrection Sunday. I hope you enjoy it!

I have quoted this poem in my preaching for many, many years and plan to quote it again today. It was written by a Baptist preacher named Willard G. Thomas from Georgia. I heard him quote it in person long years ago. It spoke to me then and it speaks to me every time I think of it. I love this poem. I added the last stanza when I started quoting it myself.

May God bless you on this Easter. If you are not a Christian, may you be moved by the fact that Jesus Christ died for you and then got up out of the grave for you as well. Thank God He arose!

Davy

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

He Wouldn't Stay Dead - Easter Sunday 2014

Odie's Saturday Post

In what is becoming an Easter tradition, I am re-posting a great poem on this beautiful Resurrection Sunday. I hope you enjoy it. 

I have quoted this poem in my preaching for many, many years. It was written by a Baptist preacher named Willard G. Thomas from Georgia. I heard him quote it in person long years ago. It spoke to me then and it speaks to me every time I think of it. I love this poem. I added the last stanza when I started quoting it myself.

May God bless you on this Easter. If you are not a Christian, may you be moved by the fact that Jesus Christ died for you and then got up out of the grave for you as well. Thank God He arose!

Davy

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

Father's Day 2013 - Eugene Boggs

We had a terrific day with Mom and Dad at the dinner for their 50th wedding anniversary. It was a special day filled with lots of laughs, old memories, good friends and terrific food. I will try to post pictures and more about it tomorrow.

I hope to be in service with my Dad on Father's Day this morning. It is sure to be a special day.  I might even be able to talk him into letting me treat him and mom to Acapulco this afternoon. What an awesome Father's Day.

For my Dad, Eugene Boggs, I am re-posting my Father's Day post from a couple of years ago. I love you Papa Bear!

Davy

I wrote this many years ago in honor of my Dad, Eugene Boggs. It was published in 2001 in my little book, "When I Fall, Can I Get Up" but has been out of print for several years.  I thought Father's Day would be a great time to revive this so here it is. I hope you enjoy it. 

You have my permission to print or post this as long as it is used in its entirety, not for profit and proper credit is given.

If you are reading this, Dad, you are still my hero.  God bless you and I love you.
Davy

Eugene Boggs at Carter Caves in Kentucky 2009

You Taught Me

Dad, you bought me a bike when I was three and taught me how to ride.

You pushed a while and then let go, I thought you were beside.

You said I picked it up real quick and said I went fast too.

Dad, my only dream when I was young was to go half as fast as you.

You taught me how to bat and how to throw a ball.

While others came to play the game, You said “son, give it your all”.

I loved it Dad when the crowd would scream, “hit it out of here”.

But, Dad, I hit that ball with all my might just to hear you cheer.

You taught me how to swim and dive.  We had so much fun.

You’d bury me up to my neck in the sand and bake me in the sun.

You’d throw us in and jump in too, we’d scream and splash and shout.

When the sun went down and we had to go home, you had to nearly pull us out.

Playing football in the fall, I’d run and push and fight.

I’d work all week and kill myself to play on Friday night.

Every game I’d push the limit trying to do my best.

You were standing at the thirty-yard line, I wanted to pass your test.

You taught me how to work, Dad, although I didn’t like it then.

You taught me the value of a hard days work, when to save and when to spend.

You taught me to respect other people and how to put others first.

To say sir and mam, please and thank-you, to see people at their best and not their worst.

There’s one thing you’ve taught me often, Dad, that I’ve been slow to learn.

“Take care of the name I’ve given you son, It’s something I’ve had to earn.”

There’s been several times, through the years, when my head’s hung in shame.

When I’ve drug the name you’ve given me through the mud. I know it’s caused you pain.

But you’ve been faithful to me, through the good times and the bad.

When you should have left me in defeat, You’ve been there for me Dad.

You were there to pick up the pieces, though I lost when I should have won.

The greatest thing you’ve taught me Dad is how deeply you love your son.

The bats and balls and other things have faded in the past.

I’m trying to trade these temporal things for something that will last.

I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn.  I’ve only just begun.

But the greatest thing you’ve taught me, Papa, is how deeply The Father Loves His sons.

                                                                                                                        Davy Boggs

He Wouldn't Stay Dead - Easter Sunday 2013

In what is becoming an Easter tradition, I am re-posting a great poem on this beautiful Resurrection Sunday. I hope you enjoy it. We plan to be with Cedar Creek church this morning and we will begin Tent Revival tonight in  Citronelle. You can read about the tent set up and see lots of great pictures HERE that I posted last night.

I have quoted this poem in my preaching for many, many years. I will probably quote it today.  It was written by a Baptist preacher named Willard G. Thomas from Georgia. I heard him quote it in person long years ago. It spoke to me then and it speaks to me every time I think of it. I love this poem. I added the last stanza when I started quoting it myself.

May God bless you on this Easter. If you are not a Christian, may you be moved by the fact that Jesus Christ died for you and then got up out of the grave for you as well.

Davy

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

He Wouldn't Stay Dead - Easter Sunday 2012

I am reposting the Easter poem from last year. It is just that good. I hope you enjoy the poem and have a great resurrection Sunday. We will be spending the day in Evansville, Indiana with our friends at Full Gospel Mission.

Praise God for the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. We as Christians celebrate the fact that Christ arose every day of our Christian experience. Today, Easter or Resurrection Day, is a day of special remembrance of the momentous occasion when the Son of God, God in the flesh, Jesus Christ our Lord conquered death, hell and the grave! He died to pay the penalty for our sin and He rose again that we might have new life! Praise God He is Alive!

Below is a poem that I have quoted in my preaching for many, many years.  It was written by a Baptist preacher named Willard G. Thomas from Georgia. I heard him quote it in person long years ago. It spoke to me then and it speaks to me every time I think of it. I love this poem. I added the last stanza when I started quoting it myself.

May God bless you on this Easter. If you are not a Christian, may you be moved by the fact that Jesus Christ died for you and then got up out of the grave for you as well.

Davy

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

Father's Day 2011

I wrote this many years ago in honor of my Dad, Eugene Boggs. It was published in 2001 in my little book, "When I Fall, Can I Get Up" but has been out of print for several years.  I thought Father's Day would be a great time to revive this so here it is. I hope you enjoy it. You have my permission to print or post this as long as it is used in its entirety, not for profit and proper credit is given.

If you are reading this, Dad, you are still my hero.  God bless you and I love you.
Davy

Eugene Boggs at Carter Caves in Kentucky 2009

You Taught Me

Dad, you bought me a bike when I was three and taught me how to ride.

You pushed a while and then let go, I thought you were beside.

You said I picked it up real quick and said I went fast too.

Dad, my only dream when I was young was to go half as fast as you.

You taught me how to bat and how to throw a ball.

While others came to play the game, You said “son, give it your all”.

I loved it Dad when the crowd would scream, “hit it out of here”.

But, Dad, I hit that ball with all my might just to hear you cheer.

You taught me how to swim and dive.  We had so much fun.

You’d bury me up to my neck in the sand and bake me in the sun.

You’d throw us in and jump in too, we’d scream and splash and shout.

When the sun went down and we had to go home, you had to nearly pull us out.

Playing football in the fall, I’d run and push and fight.

I’d work all week and kill myself to play on Friday night.

Every game I’d push the limit trying to do my best.

You were standing at the thirty-yard line, I wanted to pass your test.

You taught me how to work, Dad, although I didn’t like it then.

You taught me the value of a hard days work, when to save and when to spend.

You taught me to respect other people and how to put others first.

To say sir and mam, please and thank-you, to see people at their best and not their worst.

There’s one thing you’ve taught me often, Dad, that I’ve been slow to learn.

“Take care of the name I’ve given you son, It’s something I’ve had to earn.”

There’s been several times, through the years, when my head’s hung in shame.

When I’ve drug the name you’ve given me through the mud. I know it’s caused you pain.

But you’ve been faithful to me, through the good times and the bad.

When you should have left me in defeat, You’ve been there for me Dad.

You were there to pick up the pieces, though I lost when I should have won.

The greatest thing you’ve taught me Dad is how deeply you love your son.

The bats and balls and other things have faded in the past.

I’m trying to trade these temporal things for something that will last.

I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn.  I’ve only just begun.

But the greatest thing you’ve taught me, Papa, is how deeply The Father Loves His sons.

                                                                                                                        Davy Boggs

(Updated) He Wouldn't Stay Dead - Easter - Resurrection Sunday

Update: Hat Tip to my brother, Steve Boggs for finding the author of the poem below.  It is an awesome poem and the author certainly deserves the credit. His name is Willard G. Thomas according to two different websites that include this poem. (Note: Outside links may expire or change content over time.)


Praise God for the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. We as Christians celebrate the fact that Christ arose every day of our Christian experience. Today, Easter or Resurrection Day, is a day of special remembrance of the momentous occasion when the Son of God, God in the flesh, Jesus Christ our Lord conquered death, hell and the grave! He died to pay the penalty for our sin and He rose again that we might have new life! Praise God He is Alive!

Below is a poem that I have quoted in my preaching for many, many years.  It was written by a Baptist preacher from Georgia. I heard him quote it in person long years ago. It spoke to me then and it speaks to me every time I think of it. I have lost the name of the man who wrote it but I love this poem. I added the last stanza when I started quoting it myself.

May God bless you on this Easter. If you are not a Christian, may you be moved by the fact that Jesus Christ died for you and then got up out of the grave for you as well.

Davy

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

Sister Esther Richards

A few days ago Odie posted a picture of Kelly Jo with Sis. Esther Richards from Boston. She traveled to Wichita to be in the revival and we were blessed to finally meet her. Pastor John and Judy DiZazzo and a few others in the church came from Boston over 24 years ago to pioneer the Bethany Revival Center in Wichita, KS. Sis. Esther was very influential in their early lives and is still a big part of their home church in Boston.
We have heard so much about her through the years and it was so good to become personally acquainted with her.

The last day of revival she presented each of us with a beautiful card and in my card she included a poem she had written for us that morning. I asked her permission to post it online and Sis. Esther graciously consented. Here it is....

The fields are white, faithful laborers are few,
Work while 'tis day, and your strength He'll renew.
The work is great, many are in need,
Go forth and sow the precious seed.

Hold on! Be faithful! Keep your eyes on the goal!
Never fear, as your life is in His control.
He is with you now and will be to the end,
His power and anointing will on you descend.

Your reward will come from the Lord above,
That you've served with a heart full of love.
Your labor of love He'll ne'er forget,
When you stand before Him,
There will be no regret!

Thank you, Sis. Esther, for your kind words and reminder to all of us that there is still much work to do. It is so easy for us to be caught up in all the "things" of life and we must be reminded that God placed us here to work. We must Hold On, Be Faithful, Keep our eyes on the Goal!

God bless each one as you labor for Christ!

Davy