my daughter is severely oppressed by a demon.
– St. Matthew 15:22
And, meanwhile, when my father went with me to the Polish woman, he was delayed among our neighbors and I went by myself to the Polish woman. I don’t know what was said between my father and his friends, but the next day my father came and told me that they had killed my mother and murdered women and babies and that now the Germans were seizing those children that remained and were putting them into tarpaulin bags and putting them on the train in a closed wagon and there they were stifled. And my father said, “It’s good that my only son doesn’t suffer as the other children suffer; but it’s bad that all the Jews suffer; for why are the Jews to blame?” – Diaries, pp. 22-23
About three in the morning a policeman came and asked Mother to come out with him. He inquired if there was a child with her. We both went out into the corridor and were taken to another cubicle. Here we were prohibited from loud talk and not allowed even to sneeze. On Saturday, at seven in the morning an automobile arrived to remove those condemned to die . . . . Periodically, five of us were taken to the basement, where we heard shots. We were saved. When they led us outside and I breathed fresh air, I fell to the ground like one intoxicated. – Diaries, p. 12
Relatives in the heart of Warsaw’s Jewish quarter gave us a warm and hearty welcome, but constant air attacks drove us to the cellar during most of our stay with them. By September 12 the Germans began to destroy the center of the city. Once again we had to move, this time to seek better protection against the bombs. . . .
[One night] we listened to a broadcast in which an American reporter described the Nazi methods of warfare to his American listeners.
| I stood in a field and from a distance saw a woman digging potatoes. Beside her was a little child. Suddenly a German plane swooped down, firing at the unarmed woman, who fell at once. The child was not hit. He bent over his fallen mother and wept heart-rendingly. Thus another orphan was added to the many war orphans of Poland. “President Roosevelt!” he exclaimed in a deep voice, “I beg of you, help these mothers who are digging potatoes for their children; help these children whose mothers are falling on the peaceful fields; help Poland in her hour of trials.” But no help came. – Diaries, pp. 214–215 |
For the Jew the light of day is covered with a thick veil: his road is overgrown with tall wild grasses. Every horizon upon which his eye rests is stained with the tears of lost children searching for their mothers in the dense woods. Convulsed with sobbing until their little souls expired, the youngsters are now lifeless, at eternal rest. Only the quivering trees know of their death and will later on bear witness about the sacrifice of these little ones.
No human heart can remain untouched and unpained by all this. It is beyond human endurance to see so much trouble and so much suffering experienced. It is painful to see people tortured by people until life is ended. Where is human conscience, to demand the truth, to cry out? – Diaries, p. 338
Alas, so few they were!
That dimly only I remember them.
It is only in my dreams that I’m
Allowed to imagine days bygone.
Short indeed is human happiness
In this world of ours! – Diaries, p. 397
[Am I incapable of] describing what we suffer, what we sense, what we experience, what we are living through? Is it humanly possible? . . . It is as possible to describe our suffering as to drink up the ocean or to embrace the earth. I don’t know if we will ever be believed . . .
Will you, O God, keep silent?
The prayer for mercy is found throughout the Scripture, but one instance in Matthew’s Gospel is especially fitting as we consider the youngest victims of the Holocaust. In Matthew 15, the Canaanite woman addressed Jesus in distinctly Jewish terms with her plea, “Have mercy on me, O Lord, Son of David; my daughter is severely oppressed by a demon” (v. 22). Recall that Jesus initially ignored her and the disciples asked that she be sent away. Then Jesus reminded her that he was sent “only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel” (v. 24) and that he should not cast the children’s bread to the dogs, that is, to the Gentiles (v. 26). But the woman persisted until Jesus said, “O woman, great is your faith! Be it done for you as you desire” (v. 28) and her daughter was healed instantly.
Will God keep silent in the face of suffering? From the Canaanite woman to the children of the Holocaust to the composer’s original context for Miserere, God will answer the cry for mercy because it is written in Jesus’ shed blood. The Old Testament term “Son of David” reminds us of God’s own self-description: “The Lord, the Lord, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness, keeping steadfast love for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin” (Ex. 34:6-7). As theologian Paul J. Grime has written, “Like a golden thread running through the Old Testament straight toward the cross, this description of a merciful and gracious God was repeated generation after generation” (Lutheran Service Book: Companion to the Services, p. 478). From God’s mercy in the Old and New Testaments to the cross as the ultimate expression of His mercy to every child who suffered in the Holocaust, God’s mercy continues to drop down to the lowly in the flesh and blood of the most important Jewish boy of them all, Jesus of Nazareth. Perhaps the opening verses of Psalm 56 put it best for David, for Christ, for children in the Holocaust, and for all:
| | Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; Fighting all day he oppresses me. My enemies would hound me all day, For there are many who fight against me, O Most High. Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You. In God (I will praise His word), In God I have put my trust; I will not fear. What can flesh do to me? – Psalm 56:1-4 (NKJV) |
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