Dec 3, 2007
It was in this place that many suffered and died. They had everything taken away and were left to work until they could not work anymore. Families were separated, heads were shaved, the food was scarce, 10 to a bunk, they had nothing left and little hope to go on. How could the human spirit survive? Those in charge did their best to take that spirit away, but some prisoners did survive this horrible place or at least died so others could. What was it? What inspired those who survived to keep going? Whatever it was, we sure need it. For the sake of your people Lord, we need what they had.
What was it? This question haunted me as I boarded trains and walked the streets of Polska (Poland). The above reflection was a passage from my journal the day I went to Auschwitz Concentration Camp. Words could not explain the emotions I felt walking around and trying to put myself in that time and place.
Since my trip, I have been inspired to read accounts and stories of those who survived those horrible camps or died so others could. Upon my study, I cannot get past the question: What was it about those certain individuals? Maybe more importantly, what does it have to do with me and you?
It comes down to a few things. There were certain individuals who never let their sense of identity be taken away, even though they were stripped of everything and experienced the most horrific conditions. They never lost site of the very heart and soul of who they were and realized they had something to offer. In all the circumstances that I read, what the heroes offered is what kept the others alive around them. Some offered hope and love. Others offered courage and zeal to survive. And others even volunteered their own lives so those around them could live.

