Internal versus external:
I thought the book of Proverbs,
In the Hebrew bible was
A list of things to do, or not to do,
All about external behavior &
Warnings about consequences.
Slowly reading Proverbs again today,
I was surprised to discover the word ‘Heart’ mentioned nine
times in the first five chapters e.g 4:23
“Keep your heart with all vigilance
For from it flow the springs of life.”
What is the heart?
In the “Divine Conspiracy” p.206
Dallas Willard writes..
“Our heart is our will, or our spirit:
The center of our being from which
Our life flows…A heart rightly
Directed therefore brings health &
Wholeness to the entire personality.”
Internal versus external:
“Creator of all things, true source of light and wisdom, origin of all being,
graciously let a ray of your light penetrate the darkness of my understanding.
Take from me the double darkness in which I have been born,
an obscurity of sin and ignorance.
Give me a keen understanding, a retentive memory and the ability
to grasp things correctly and fundamentally.
Grant me the talent of being exact in my explanations and the ability
to express myself with thoroughness and charm.
Point out the beginning, direct the progress and help in the completion.
I ask this through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”
One translation of the Prayer Before Study (or before writing) by St. Thomas Aquinas.
St Joseph’s Church in Greenwich Village, NY.
We were in Phoenix when an unexpected email arrived. We were being invited to Koblenz, Germany, for a May 8 laying of Stolpersteine (commemorative brass bricks placed in sidewalks) in remembrance of Hanna’s three aunts who perished in the Holocaust: Johanna, Dora and Elisabeth Schneider.
Laborious digging into the family history, searching for facts while writing A Garland for Ashes (Meine Krone in der Asche) had yielded sparse results. But now the city of Koblenz was acknowledging their history and honoring their memory.
Almost immediately we knew we were supposed to go. We began to invite friends in Germany to join us.
In Koblenz on May 8 it was already…
My heart-felt thanks to all of you who have come to witness the laying of Stolpersteine for my three aunts.
Perhaps the year was 1937. I would have been five years old when I walked through the front door of the grand house that stood here at Markenbildchenweg 30. I had come to visit my aunts.
My mother was the eldest of four sisters, daughters of the Schneider family, Weinhändler, originally from Heddisheim, now Guldenthal, near Bad Kreuznach.
By 1937 my mother had settled in the Eifel region, but her sisters made their home here on this street in Koblenz.
I only have faint memories of my three aunts, their appearance or personalities. Aunt Johanna was a business woman, strong and efficient. Aunt Dorothea, or Dora, cared for the house. I see her wearing an apron— kindly, quiet and timid. The youngest aunt, Elisabeth, I remember having curly black hair and laughing eyes. I have no photographs. They were single, all three, and I was the only child in the family—loved intensely.
For many years, it was too painful for me to even ask the question, “What happened to my aunts, Johanna, Dora and Elisabeth?”
It was only after I experienced the healing of my wounded history that I received the courage to search out their story. The facts are few. On May 22, 1942, they left Koblenz from the Güterbahnhof Lützei on the first transport carrying around 300 Koblenz Jews to the east.
The three of them were among the 11-15,000 Jews who were ultimately brought to Izbica, a small shetl in Poland.
My aunts died in the summer of 1942. Did they die by gassing in the nearby camps, Belzec or Sobibor? Or from typhoid, shooting or starvation in Izbica?
About a year ago, George and I were in Koblenz. We walked with a large group of local citizens, following the route these first deportees took, under guard, on their way to the Güterbahnhof Lutzei.
In the evening darkness we stood together at the station, holding lighted candles and yellow stars. We listened as all the names, ages and addresses were read by students.
And now, today, we are together here, honoring Johanna, Dora and Elisabeth, remembering them with Stolpersteine.
I am deeply thankful to Gunter Demnig, who has already laid so many Stolpersteine throughout Europe. And from Koblenz, especially Wolfgang Hüllstrung and his team, and all of you gathered here as witnesses. Some of you have travelled hundreds of kilometers to be here.
I would like to close with the Aaronic blessing. The role God intended for Jews was to bless all peoples. I pray this prayer today, asking God’s blessing on all of us gathered here, and on the city of Koblenz:
The Lord bless you and keep you.
The Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you.
The Lord lift up his countenance upon you
And give you peace.
Josef Pieper, a German philosopher, 1904-1997, wrote this essay in 1974. His life spanned WW1, the turbulent 1920’s and the Nazi years. Abuse of Language – Abuse of Power begins with antiquity and the Sophists, experts in the art of twisting words. He writes of their ways as…”a danger & a threat to society in any era.” (p.1)
Jesus, the greatest teacher, ever, said, “Let your yes be yes and your no be no”.
Thank you each one who took part in our Holocaust Remembrance, Jan. 26-30, by downloading the free ebook, A Garland for Ashes 1167 of you!!
If anyone can write a review on Amazon I would be so happy.
Face to face
On Dreibornerstrasse in 2013,
Stolpersteine have just been planted,
In the pavement.
Similar in age, she fondly remembers
The old school, while I remember
The day in 1938 when
Our little group of Jewish children
Were encircled by hate.
Tomorrow A Garland for Ashes
Can be downloaded as a free ebook
From Amazon.com or Amazon.co.uk
For 5 days, 26 – 30 January.
To honor my parents
On International Holocaust
Remembrance Day, 27, Jan 2018.
And with apologies to those who do not enjoy reading English,
We are offering free copies of
A Garland for Ashes, ebook version,
Jan 26 – 30 at
Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk
Please pass on the news to friends.
Photo: Ryan Thurman, Chelmno,
Where my parents took their last breath. I’m writing their names for the curator at the site of the museum.
Memorial Day, January 27.
Reading the new book,
I found at Heathrow airport, the
Latest research – answering
My questions: Why? How?
Thumbing through recently
Discovered forms for Jews to
List their assets
And finding my father’s name….
What can we learn from history?
Maturing Toward Wholeness in the Inner Life
New Life Comes Forth from Death:
It Is No Longer I Who Live, But Christ Who Lives in Me
Foundational in Jesus’ teaching: to access the new life he offers, I must first allow God to put my old self-life to death. The cross must precede the resurrection. Grasping on to my own damaged life only leads me deeper into despair. Laying it down in order to receive a new, Christ-life leads to pure joy.
(George Miley) Recorded 9/2017