In this intimate, loving look at Corrie ten Boom during her last years you will hear the true story of her struggle to communicate her love for her God during five years of stroke-induced silence.
Pam Roswell Moore had her doubts when she interviewed to be companion of the much-loved author Corrie ten Boom. Corrie's best-selling book The Hiding Place, which recounted how she and her family had hidden Jews during World War II in Holland until their betrayal and arrest by the Nazis, had launched for Corrie a worldwide ministry of travel and speaking. Awed by the spiritual challenge this companionship posed, Pam wondered how she could keep up with the energetic 83-year-old. But God knit a strong bond between the young Englishwoman and the remarkable Dutch evangelist. Then Corrie suffered a stroke. Hospitalization followed; physical therapy; then long, loving hours at home. Corrie regained a little mobility for a time until the next strokes hit. She never regained her speech. But the ministry that had touched millions continued as Corrie communicated through her eyes, through elaborate guessing games with those around her, through silent intercession for people God brought to mind. For those five silent years of imprisonment, Corrie's spiritual depth offered mute testimony to her ongoing trust in her heavenly Father. The details of these years will move all who loved Corrie ten Boom. They will encourage those involved with the elderly or handicapped and those who are themselves bedridden that God is at work mysteriously in and through even the most incapacitated. This book attests to the truth Corrie loved so dearly: that, in spite of everything else, Jesus is always Victor.
Author Biography: Pamela Roswell Moore has worked for Brother Andrew, "God's Smuggler," in the Netherlands; and for the Southern California Billy Graham Crusade in Orange, California. She and her husband, Carey, live in the Dallas area, where she serves as director of Intercessary Prayer Ministry at Dallas Baptist University.
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The Five Silent Years of Corrie ten Boom
By Pamela Rosewell Moore
ZondervanCopyright © 1986 Zondervan
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Chapter OneA Time to Plant
My Work with Tante Corrie Begins
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1
It was early spring in 1976 as I drove west toward the city of Haarlem, Holland, a bunch of yellow tulips in the otherwise empty passenger seat beside me in the small French car. The wind was blowing, as it always does in the lowlands, stirring the new, light green growth on the straight rows of poplar trees intersecting the flat countryside. I was aware of the extraordinary light that is peculiar to Holland-caused perhaps by the large expanse of sky in the absence of hills. This brightness, it is said, inspired the Dutch painters, famous for their use of light. I opened the car window a few inches. The air was fresh and cold and smelled of spring. A feeling of new beginnings was in the air. And since the surprise phone call a few days earlier, I wondered if there was to be a new beginning for me, too.
Traffic was light, leaving me time for reflection. Ever since arriving in The Netherlands from my home in England more than seven years before, I had been fascinated by the Dutch. It had been necessary to learn their language and that was a challenge. Whereas the British would have been more likely to try to spare the feelings of those struggling with a new language, the Dutch, in my first year in the country, had often greeted my efforts to pronounce their guttural consonants and learn their expressions with shouts of honest laughter. You always knew where you were with them.
They invariably described their character as eigenwijs (stubborn), and they pronounced the word with considerable pride. I liked them very much and I loved my exciting work with a mission organization whose principal purpose was to take Bibles behind the Iron Curtain. Life in Holland had been a challenge and an adventure for me up until this point.
And now, after working with that mission for seven-and-a-half years, I was on my way to an interview that would possibly lead to another kind of work. Corrie ten Boom, 83 years old, had asked me to come to her home in a suburb of Haarlem to talk with her. She was looking for another companion, as Ellen de Kroon, who had been with her nearly nine years, was leaving to be married. It had been some time since I had last seen Tante Corrie (Tante, pronounced tahntuh, is the Dutch word for aunt), but we were not strangers, for upon my arrival in Holland she had been one of the first people I had met. "Child," she had said, "my home is your home. You are always welcome here." I had taken her at her word and had been to visit her during her short stays in The Netherlands in the following years. She spent most of her time outside the country as a "tramp for the Lord," to use her words, but during our brief encounters I had grown to love and respect her and was able to help her from time to time.
The straight rows of poplar trees, like long plumes, flashed past the windows. Countryside was turning to town. It would not be long now before I entered Haarlem, and I had to admit to mixed feelings. Although on the one hand the feeling of new adventure was in the air, I doubted that I was a suitable candidate for the role of companion.
Corrie ten Boom-how well did I really know her? She was a world figure who had hidden Jews during the Nazi occupation of Holland and was put in prison and concentration camp for doing so. Had that brave action made her who she was? What made Corrie, Corrie? What had her early years been like?
As I approached Haarlem, the Saint Bavo Cathedral dominated the skyline and looked sedately down on the centuries-old, busy little city. This was the town in which Corrie had grown up-in the happy home of watchmaker Casper ten Boom, his wife Cor, Corrie's two sisters, Betsie and Nollie, and a brother, Willem. She had been born in Amsterdam on April 15, 1892, and could trace her family tree through at least eight generations to 1647 when Jan ten Boom lived at Ruurlo. In 1844 an event took place that was most unusual for its time. Corrie's grandfather, Willem ten Boom, started a prayer meeting for Jewish people. Tante Corrie often referred to it as "a not-to-be-understood answer to my family's prayers for the Jews, for exactly one hundred years later God allowed my whole family to be arrested for their part in saving Jewish people during the Second World War."
Her relationship with the God of her forefathers began at an early age. I had often heard her refer to it. "At five years of age I asked the Lord Jesus to come into my heart," she said, and He came, and He has never let me down."
I had now passed the city limits. Traffic was becoming thicker and I had to negotiate the busy streets of Haarlem carefully. Just a few yards from where I was driving, but out of sight, was the Barteljorisstraat. It was to this street, near the cathedral, that the Ten Boom family moved from Amsterdam. Their home was called "the Beje" (pronounced bay-yay) for short, the name consisting of the initial letters of Bartel Joris, Joris being a fourteenth-century inhabitant of the town of Haarlem.
The Beje was small and, throughout Corrie's childhood, was full of people-the six family members and three aunts, sisters of her mother, Cor. It was, as Tante Corrie described it, full of color, warmth, music, and laughter, and Mother ten Boom always had room for guests at her table. The home had a solid spiritual foundation. The Bible was read daily. A favorite Dutch national pastime is talking, and there was lots of communication and close family unity in the Beje. Corrie constantly looked for ways to share the love and sense of belonging with which she grew up. As a young woman she started several clubs, including a Christian Girl Scout movement called "The Triangle Girls" and clubs for the mentally retarded.
Had her extraordinarily supportive family background with its many generations of good Dutch Reformed stock made Corrie ten Boom the woman she was? Corrie's mother died when Corrie was still in her twenties; her brother Willem and sister Nollie married; and after the demise of the three aunts, only Casper ten Boom, Betsie, and Corrie were left in the Beje when war broke out. Though they were already middle-aged and older, Corrie, her sister, and father had certainly not been afraid to take the consequences of their convictions when war came. On February 28, 1944, all the Ten Booms were betrayed by a fellow Dutchman who knew they were hiding Jews in the Beje, and were taken to the Haarlem Police Station.
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