What I learned this week from an Auschwitz survivor
I am returning today from another study tour of the Holy Land. Each time I lead a group on a pilgrimage to Israel, I become more convinced that every Christian should visit the homeland of our Savior. The experience turns God's word from 2-D to 3-D, from black-and-white to color.
To walk on temple steps that Jesus trod, to visit the site of Jesus' synagogue in Capernaum
and stand before the "gates of hell" in Caesarea Philippi, to sing Christmas carols in the cave where our Lord was born, to share the Lord's Supper while looking over Jerusalem and pray in the Garden of Gethsemane
, to stand before Calvary and worship near the Garden Tomb—each time I come I am grateful for this privilege.
And each time, the Lord arranges a new transforming experience for me. This trip, my lifelong memory was created at Yad Vashem
, the Holocaust museum in Jerusalem. Reuben Nevo, one of our outstanding tour guides, introduced me to an elderly woman he met in the museum cafeteria at lunch. She told me her story in broken English. She is from Yugoslavia and was taken to Auschwitz
at the age of 14. She never saw any member of her family again. She showed me the number tattooed on her arm.
A year and a half later, Soviet troops liberated her camp
and saved her life. Now she volunteers each week at Yad Vashem
, working to help find the names and stories of Holocaust victims. She came so close to being one, herself.
Next, our group walked to the Children's Memorial
. Of the six million Jews murdered during the Holocaust, one fourth were children. Five candles are lit in the center of the memorial. They reflect on mirrors to create 1.5 million candles all around us. The names and ages of children who perished in the Holocaust are read perpetually. It is always one of my most emotional experiences in Israel. As I walked through the memorial, I thought of the survivor I had just met and the children who perished.
From the explosion in West, Texas
to the Boston Marathon bombings
, from floods in the Midwest
to the shootings in Seattle
, the news continues to prove that life is fragile and tomorrow uncertain. So I'm going to follow the example of the Auschwitz survivor I met at the Holocaust museum. She refuses to allow the pain of her past to limit her purpose in the present and hope for the future.
Paul agreed: "I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us" (Romans 8:18
). What "present sufferings" would you trust to the hands and hope of God today?