Peter Who am I You sure you want to know The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale... if somebody told you I was just your average ordinary guy, not a care in the world... somebody lied.
Peter Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option.
Christ is the Master the Scriptures are only the servant. The true way to test all the Books is to see whether they work the will of Christ or not. No Book which does not preach Christ can be apostolic, though Peter or Paul were its author. And no Book which does preach Christ can fail to be apostolic though Judas, Ananias, Pilate or Herod were its author.
Do away with all your worries and regrets. What do I want to say in essence? I'm saying, do cast all your worries or regrets on God. For, he (God) cares for you scripture reference (1st Peter 5 : 7). Mind you, if you keep on worrying or regretting, you can't and won't help your condition. Rather, you will end up worsening it. But, when you cast all your worries on God. He will surely put his peace or calmness in your heart and life and as well he will take care of you. Yes of course, he can and he will surely take care of you. So, quit worrying or regretting over and over again.
I will never forget the moment when Peter van Pels and I saw a group of selected men. Among those men was Peter’s father. The men were marched away. Two hours later, a lorry came by, loaded with their clothing.
Ring Announcer What's your name kid Peter The Human Spider. Ring Announcer That's it The Human Spider That's the best you've got Peter Yeah. Ring Announcer Well that sucks.
True happiness emanates from nothing/nowhere else but from/by deciding/refusing never to be worried about your anxieties/lacks/needs/deficiencies. And then, resolving wholly to cast all your anxieties/lacks/needs/deficiencies upon God who has long said/promised to carry/take care of all your anxieties/needs/lacks/deficiencies scripture reference (1st Peter 5 : 7).
‘I saw Anne Frank and Peter van Pels in Westerbork. They were always together. (…) In Westerbork Anne was lovely, so radiant that her beauty flowed over into Peter. (…) Perhaps it’s not the right expression to say that her eyes were radiant. But they had a glow, if you know what I mean. And her movements, her looks, had such a lilt to them that I often asked myself: Can she possibly be happy? She was happy in Westerbork, though that seems almost incredible.’
‘It was about half past ten. I was upstairs in the van Pels’s part of the house, in Peter’s room, doing schoolwork with him. Suddenly someone came running up the stairs. Then the door flew open and a man stood before us holding his pistol aimed at my chest. Downstairs all the others were already assembled. My wife and the children and the van Pels family were standing there with raised hands. Then Fritz Pfeffer came in, followed by another stranger. The policemen ordered us to hand over our valuables. Silberbauer took Anne’s briefcase. He shook everything out, dumping the contents on the floor, so that Anne’s papers and notebooks and loose sheets lay scattered all over the floorboards.’
‘Peter acted like a son to help me. Every day he brought me extra food. . . He never could stay long. We never discussed serious matters and he never spoke about Anne. I did not have the impression that he matured much.’
‘Peter was lucky to get a job at the post office in the camp which was established for the SS soldiers and the non-Jewish prisoners who got mail and parcels.’
‘With this letter, dear Mr Frank, I would like to ask you if it is not a good idea to occasionally focus our attention on brave Peter. How a boy of fifteen held out in the concentration camp, as you yourself told me, how he did his best for other people, and so on. Of course the marvellous, intelligent Anne deserves all the attention, but the boy had such a close bond with her, and he certainly meant a great deal to her – why not some praise for him now and then? This is no more than an idea, but I think all too often of all the heroes who were not lucky enough From the archives of the Anne Frank Houseto have kept diaries.’
„I often saw Peter. It visited his aunt Henny and its Grandpa, which had likewise fled from Osnabrück and in Amsterdam lived now. It was shyly, very shy a very nice boy, and. He came often to Henny, if she had to repair something, Tischlerarbeiten or in such a way, such a thing made he for her. It was very quiet. “