Never Again!
Never forget.
I shall never forget the museums in Berlin and Jerusalem. Profound....
I pray that God shows his power and glory by amazing happenings that cannot be explained except to point to Him!
Imagine if all Muslims had girls for say five years....
*ping*
Riddle
From Belsen a crate of gold teeth,
from Dachau a mountain of shoes,
from Auschwitz a skin lampshade,
Who killed the Jews?
Not I, cries the typist,
Not I, cries the engineer,
Not I cries Adolf Eichmann,
Not I, cries Albert Speer.
My friend Fritz Nova lost his father –
a petty official had to choose.
My friend Lou Abrahms was beaten and starved.
Some men signed their papers,
and some stood guard,
and some herded them in,
and some dropped the pellets,
and some spread the ashes,
and some hosed the walls,
and some planted the wheat,
and some poured the steel,
and some cleared the rails,
and some raised the cattle.
Some smelled the smoke,
Some just heard the news.
Were they Germans? Were they Nazis?
Were they human? Who killed the Jews?
The stars will remember the gold,
The sun will remember the shoes,
The moon will remember the skin.
But who killed the Jews?
While it is good to remember those who died please do not mind if I remember someone who survived.
Johannes Jacobus “John” Bos was the only survivor of the Holocaust of his family from Rotterdam. He was imprisoned at Theresienstadt and after seeing Hell I knew him years later as a gentle and wonderful man. I was deeply saddened when I heard he had died and the world is a lesser place without him.
During your Prayers for the Departed, remember also the nearly equal number of Christians and other non-Jewish killed during the Holocaust.
And Jews.....six million Jews.
Holocaust Memorial Day in Israel.
https://www.facebook.com/StandWithUs/videos/10152843693317689/?fref=nf
Thank you for posting this. My best school friend’s mother was a survivor only because she was a nurse. Her original family had been rounded-up and sent to their death’s. Walter’s father, an American soldier, brought her to California after the war and she started anew.
Walter was an only son and his survivor mother helped mine to deliver me in 1952 at our community hospital. She died in the late 1970s after spending many years quietly helping numerous mothers to bring new life into a world that stole hers. She never spoke to me about it and Walter was reticent to discuss what he knew of her painful history.
And that painful history is playing out yet again for Christians in Africa and the Middle East. It is indeed a sick sick world.