Nothing is funny unless there is an element of truth in it. I was at a meeting yesterday with Focus on the Family. Pastor David read two letters (fictious) from before WW2. One letter was from a Jewish girl in a train storage compartment headed for the furnance. She was crying out for someone to hear her. The louder she cried out the louder the singing became. Next he read a letter from the church next to the rail road tracks. The Pastor of that church writes: "The train comes through everyday mid morning. We hear the screams and hurt for the people. -so we sing louder to drown out the voices."
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oh wow... that is thought pervoking. crazy!
good post
That's terrible. Ignorance is bliss, right? I'm reading a book right now about a Jewish girl who became a refugee at age 9. It's fictional but it's a sweet book. Which reminds me: Elie Wiesel is coming to my city I'm so excited...which reminds me again that I am going to Israel this summer through a fellowship program. Excited, again, of course. Gotta run
Shalom, Elana
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