Saturday, October 25, 2008

Rowland Taylor, Martyr, Feb 9, 1555

In this time of the insipid idolatry and depravity of the Episcopal Church and the empty ritualistic wanna-be Romanism of most of the "continuing church", it's hard to imagine that hundreds of good Anglican men died for their faith, burned at the stake at the hands of the Roman Church and her English Queen, Bloody Mary.

The most famous, perhaps, was Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop to Henry and Edward and author of the Book of Common Prayer, who perished in the flames on March 21, 1556. Another martyr, burned at the stake a year earlier, was Rowland Taylor, whose story appears in the great 19th Century Anglican Bishop J. C. Ryle's "Five English Reformers", an excerpt of which is available on the Internet as "Why Were Our Reformers Burned?"

The third leading Reformer who suffered in Mary's reign was Rowland Taylor, Rector of Hadleigh, in Suffolk. He was burned on Aldham Common, close to his own parish, the same day that Hooper died at Gloucester, on Saturday, the 9th February, 1555.

Striking and deeply affecting was his last testament and legacy of advice to his wife, his family, and parishioners, though far too long to be inserted here, excepting the last sentence : -"For God's sake beware of Popery: for though it appear to have in it unity, yet the same is vanity and Antichristianity, and not in Christ's faith and verity." -Foxe's"Acts and Monuments," vol. iii.p.144.

He was sent down from London to Hadleigh, to his great delight, to be burned before the eyes of his parishioners. When he got within two miles of Hadleigh, the Sheriff of Suffolk asked him how he felt. "God be praised, Master Sheriff," was his reply, "never better. For now I am almost at home. I lack but just two stiles to go over, and I am even at my Father's house."

As he rode through the streets of the little town of Hadleigh, he found them lined with crowds of his parishioners, who had heard of his approach, and came out of their houses to greet him with many tears and lamentations. To them he only made one constant address, "I have preached to you God's Word and truth, and am come this day to seal it with my blood."

When he was stripped to his shirt and ready for the stake, he said, with a loud voice, "Good people, I have taught you nothing but God's Holy Word, and those lessons that I have taken out of the Bible; and I am come hither to seal it with my blood." He would probably have said more, but, like all the other martyrs, he was strictly forbidden to speak, and even now was struck violently on the head for saying these few words. He then knelt down and prayed, a poor woman of the parish insisting, in spite of every effort to prevent her, in kneeling down with him. After this, he was chained to the stake, and repeating the 51st Psalm, and crying to God, "Merciful Father, for Jesus Christ's sake, receive my soul into Thy hands," stood quietly amidst the flames without crying or moving, till one of the guards dashed out his brains with a halberd. And so this good old Suffolk incumbent passed away.

May God bless his faithful, in life and death.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Somewhere In Time

I can't believe that I'm posting an actual ice skating video (as opposed to the monkey parody I posted a month ago) but this is such a nice visualization of John Barry's lovely soundtrack to Somewhere In Time.

Poetic justice I guess, that I come across an ice skating video that I actually like after making fun of the "sport" by putting a bunch of monkeys on skates up.

Hmm, I wonder if there's a version of the monkey video set to Somewhere In Time...

For you know who.