I wrote this in the days following the Paris attack in October. I hope you can read the tragedy between the lines.
In 1994, my husband John and I went to Europe and visited five countries. Traveling with dear friends, we shared many of our observations, shared wonderful food and walked miles of cobblestone streets. We found not only enchantment in these places, but also much educational history about the thousands of years endured before our visit.
On our last day in Munich, we visited the nearby concentration camp DACHAU outside of the city limits. Of course, we experienced the usual sadness and horror seeing the buildings, learning about horrific activities there and walking through the museum of artifacts and pictures of thousands of victims. Many of the visual accounts still stand before me.
Late that evening, we boarded an overnight train to Innsbruck, Austria. Stopping at almost every town, increasing speed to an unimaginable tempo and using the austere bathroom down the hall, our night journey seemed unending. But as always, daybreak did arrive as we pulled into the Innsbruck train station. I was very relieved to stand still!
As we walked down the long, concrete walkway and out onto the busy street, we heard shouts and cannon fire. Alarmed but curious, we rounded the station corner to witness hundreds of young, blond, blue eyed school students dressed in Nazi uniform attire. If I could, I would have fallen to my knees in horror. As tears welled in my eyes, I said “NO” loudly to my husband. He, of course, looked at me in wonder.
What I was saying, was, “NO! Never again can we have this barbarous mind set in our world.“ Always starting with the young people, evil can pass through a crowd like a disease and engulf a generation like it did in the 30s and 40s with Hitler. As the young men passed by in typical goosestep fashion, I wanted to throw my arms around each one of them and reel them into our group. I wanted to protect them — but mostly us — from the threat of yet another monster dictatorship. Yet, this was impossible!
Now that was 21 years ago and here we are in 2015! Aren’t we enduring a similar situation in our modern world today? I use the word “modern” carefully. Have we made any progress at all? Aren’t we still killing innocent people, forcing others from their countries and starving body, mind and soul though torture? Think about it!
The tragedy of all this violence is this — it robs people of their future! It removes dignity, it tries to kill the souls of its victims. What is the answer? I wish our leaders would find out and act on it. Unfortunately, fire must fight fire in these situations. Killing the monsters is the end goal but a lot of us innocents will suffer first. I pray fervently to God to interdict His wisdom. After all, He took down the walls of Jericho!
Thank you to all my followers and greetings to my new ones. Many of you were introduced to my work after reading my first book, FROM WE TO ME…letters to my friend. This was published in the fall of 2013 and has enjoyed some success. Many of those who have read the book have written encouraging comments, saying it was helpful to those who are experiencing grief.
My dear friend in Christ, MaryAnn. Your story resonates throughout this land and is well received by our Heavenly angels. Yes, we are at war with the demonic spirits that seem to exist everywhere. But to all your readers I want to encourage you to BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD who hears the cries of my people. I will deliver my children from the wickedness because it is written that I HAVE ALREADY WON the battle.