I just watched an episode of a man returning to a holocaust camp some 50 years after he was interned there. Few lived and survived the camps. It made me consider the fragility of our world today. Few remember the time when the entire world exploded and came apart. For me, I was a history minor in college and studied from professors who had fought the war. One professor flew the hump. This was the route through the far east flown by pilots who flew in leather bomber jackets with silk lined maps that lined their jackets in case they crashed. My observation is man does this repeatedly throughout history. We rise to a pinnacle and then, as if mindless, we forget what is holy and honored, and we live impure lives and throw what is holy in a refuse pile and treat the unholy and abominable as if it were the holy. And then there is a leveling process when inhumanity reigns and suffering abounds. And it isnt ordinary suffering....it is inhumane suffering without end and with many dying...millions, as if life were cheap. We are approaching a point today. It can be seen clearly, without need of binoculars....for it is present deeply. Where are the holy? Who is praying and interceding? Where are the prayer warriors....are they sitting silent and mute? The episode about the man finding his place where he lost comrades, friends, and family members ended with him standing in a forest, now overgrown with the ravages of time and decades of indifference. He found one friend in nearby Poland, whom he thought was long dead. The two friends embraced, crying, remembering those who gave their lives and those they saw murdered before them. As the old Jewish man flew back to Israel he sat in pure silence and I thought....we are about to walk back to 1938, unless God intervenes. May we be called to pray this day and leave the mindless things behind in pursuit of the Holy.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 20:10:21 +0000
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