Where Is The Love?
You wouldn’t expect to find love in a Holocaust Museum, would you? But when Ruth and I went to the one in Sydney today, love spoke too.
I’ve avoided going to anything like this all my life, just because it all feels too personal, too raw, and painful to me. The thought that amidst all the horror I’d find love never crossed my mind.
Amongst all the brutality and inhumanity that renders any feeling person to tears, I was also struck by the courage of so many in such evil times. Time and again, love led the way and faced death and destruction with resolute faith. That was unexpected and moved me as much as the ugliness of coldblooded men.
So, after a few hours, we left out and found myself overwhelmed that people could ever do such despicable things. But I also thought how powerful love is when dares to face the most vile and terrifying situations. In a world of might and brute force, love like that seems futile.
Yet, it also reveals the most beautiful qualities we have within us. People caring for their babies: vainly trying to shield them from terror and death. Folk, loving to the last, doing deeds of heroism, and paying the price with their life. Their actions showed a dignity that should humble us to the core. And, if we should never forget the evil perpetrated in the Holocaust, we shouldn’t neglect the beauty and bravery of so many men, women, and children who faced it.
These days, the way people talk about love can seem insipid, frothy, and flippant. But today, I was reminded how powerful love is. What you and I share in life is this wonderful ability to love in spite of everything. Though we falter and feel unable to do it well enough, it remains within us to love others no matter what the sacrifice. Wherever you go where you sense love is absent, take heart. For you are the one to bring it.
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