I am joining with katemotaung.com for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
The prompt is:
Let me tell you a little story.
Today is Purim, or the feast of Esther. The Jewish people were preserved from destruction in Esther’s day. Who could have imagined there would be a company of people in modern times that were far worse than Haman of Esther’s day? Who could have imagined that so few would lift their voices against such a hellish plan of annihilation in “Christian” nations?
I’ve been on a couple of journeys in the last year related to these things.
First, I went to Auschwitz (and Birkenau) – the former Nazi concentration camp that symbolizes the desired annihilation of the Jewish people. This place represents the Shoah (Holocaust). This place witnessed more murder of and cruelty towards the Jewish people than they ever could have imagined. The betrayal by those who had been their neighbors for centuries nearly crushed their corporate soul. Auschwitz and Birkenau tell a story of death, darkness and brutality. But the story doesn’t end there.
The story begins again in Israel.
After going to Auschwitz, I went to Israel again. You have to go to Israel after Auschwitz. This is where the life is. The people of Israel were reborn in a way. G-d regathered his people to the place he promised. The people he called himself after – the G-d of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob – were remembered. G-d preserved his people in Esther’s day and G-d preserved his people in our day. Because Israel lives, we know G-d lives.
Happy Purim! ✨