![]() ![]() ![]() I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. I tried to smile, I struggles to raise my hand. 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. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.Įven as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. “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. The Hiding Place: The Triumphant True Story of Corrie Ten Boom I did not know that he had put into my hands the secret that would open far darker rooms than this-places where there was not, on a human level, anything to love at all.” I did not know, as I listened to Father's footsteps winding back down the stairs, that he had given me more than the key to this hard moment. Whenever we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us his perfect way." "God loves Karel-even more than you do-and if you ask Him, He will give you His love for this man, a love nothing can prevent, nothing destroy. Or, Corrie, we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. "There are two things we can do when this happens. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. "Corrie," he began instead, "do you know what hurts so very much? It's love. And of course he did not say the false, idle words. The sweet cigar-smell came into the room with Father. For in some deep part of me I knew already that there would not-soon or ever-be anyone else. Afraid he would say, "There'll be someone else soon," and that forever afterward this untruth would lie between us. “.suddenly I was afraid of what Father would say.
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