Jesus Christ had died for this man was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.
“To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” He said. He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing.
And suddenly it was all there – the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, Betsie's pain-blanched face. He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck. “It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, a former S.S. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.” ― Corrie Ten Boom “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?. The blacker the night around us grew, the brighter and truer and more beautiful burned the word of God. Like waifs clustered around a blazing fire, we gathered about it, holding out our hearts to its warmth and light. As for us, from morning until lights-out, whenever we were not in ranks for roll call, our Bible was the center of an ever-widening circle of help and hope. Why others should suffer we were not shown. And that was the reason the two of us were here. Will You carry this too, Lord Jesus? But as the rest of the world grew stranger, one thing became increasingly clear. Every day something else failed to make sense, something else grew too heavy. Even within these four walls there was too much misery, too much seemingly pointless suffering.
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