Twice, I’ve walked these grounds. The place where people were worked to death. A place where now flowers grow, but once only scars and graves grew. Where people walked within a gate never to return. Never has a place seemed like a hell on earth than this place. Never have I been more cold in my heart. I don’t even want to understand everything this place is here for and what was done. I feel hopeless. Empty.
Yes, this place is an aroma of evil. So is so many places in our world; places ruled by evil men, places where people are slaves, abortion clinics, evil deeds becoming legal, cities full of drugs and death and immorality. We cry out, “why?” We protest and write web articles about how hopeless everything is. People start societies and raise money to try to change all this. We don’t understand that the Gospel has endured this far and it will endure still. We lose sight that the same God that brought us out of the war that brought concentration camps is the same God who parted the red sea, the same God who saved Daniel from the Lions Den, the same God who rose Lazarus from the grave, the same God who walked on Water, the same God who has shown his grace over and over throughout history. The gospel has endured this. We, along with so many others, are here to proclaim that God’s love runs deeper than the tears and blood from this place ever did.
The pain here is great but his grace is greater still.