Thursday, June 5, 2008


I read Night by Elie Wiesel today. I have read many books that cover the perspectives in WWII - those of prisoners and of liberators. Reading this brought 'night' and it's associated darkness home to me. No human being should have to suffer so, and yet millions did.

The images invoked in its reading have stayed with me, have sickened me. This cannot happen again, we must not let it. We must teach our children so they will not let it continue. Evil is an insidious thing. It creeps in, not under cover of night but in broad daylight, in the everyday things of life. It lets us get used to it, to see it as normal and acceptable. We may even embrace it a little so as not to look too unfashionable or stand-outish.

But better to stand out for Good than to blend in and passively support Evil. In the end there is nothing passive about Evil, it is no respecter of persons; it is an equal opportunity destroyer.

My heart is empty inside, I do not know how God could stand by and watch men suffer as they did, or how He could abide men being so horribly evil on such a grand scale without wiping us off the earth. And reading is nothing like living it - that people came out of those experiences still believing in an omnipotent, compassionate God is something I can barely comprehend.

It is one thing for me to believe in Him while I sit in my life of relative ease, but for people who suffer at the hands of others to remain unshaken, certain of their faith is another thing all together. Oh, to be so strong.


b. said...

Thank You for writing this.

Cocoa said...

I've been reading a few WWII stories lately too. All autobiographies. One - Jack And Rochelle - was very interesting because they really didn't have a belief in God even though they were Jewish it was by name only. In the other, I Lived a Thousand Deaths, the author acknowledges all the small miracles that occurred even during her survival at Auschwitz with her mother.

Reminds me of the survivors of the Willie and Martin Handcart companies too. They too still had a firm belief in God when their ordeal was over.

Mrs. Organic said...

One of Mr. O's ancestors was a member of that fateful handcart company, and we have a detailed record of his experience. I am amazed at the strength of his (and others like him) faith and belief in God. It's inspiring.

b. said...

Hoss' dad was a POW in Poland, WWII.
He wouldn't talk much about it but wrote a few things in his journal.

He was a difficult, troubled, and complicated man....I wanted not to like him for what his baggage did to his children, I can't help but have a soft spot for him.