Feb 29, 2012

Eli Wiesel - A Renowned Jewish TheologianFinds Maria


Wiesel finds Christ in Maria..

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Many of you will recognize the name of Eli Wiesel, the renowned Jewish theologian and prolific author.
 In his book, All River Run To The Sea he tells of his family, living in Hungary during the dark days of the WWII. His family was waiting for their time to come, for the Nazis to arrive at their door and take them to labour camp.
 He talks about a peasant woman by the name of Maria.
Maria was almost like a member in the family. She was a Christian. During the early years of the war she continued to visit them, but eventually non-Jews were no longer allowed entrance to the ghettos.
That did not deter Maria.
She found her way through the barbed wire and brought Wiesel’s fruits, vegetables, and cheese. One day she came knocking at their door. There was a cabin that she had up in the hills. She wanted to take the children, of which Eli was one, and hide them there before the SOS came.
They decided after much debate to stay together as a family, although they were deeply moved at this gesture.
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(Concentration Camp)
He writes of her:
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“Dear Maria.
 If other Christians had acted like her, the trains rolling toward the unknown would have been less crowded.
If Priests and Pastors had raised their voices, if the Vatican had broken its silence, the enemy's hand would not have been so free.
But most thought only of themselves.
A Jewish home was barely emptied of its inhabitants before they descended like vultures.
 I think of Maria often, with affection and gratitude, he writes, and with wonder as well. This simple, uneducated woman stood taller that the city's intellectuals, dignitaries and clergy.
My father had many acquaintances and even friends in the Christian community, not one of them showed the strength of character of this peasant woman.

Of what value was their faith, their education, their social position, if it did not arouse their love.
 It was a simple and devout Christian woman who saved the town's honour.”
 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging Cymbal. If I have prophetic powers and a faith so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give everything I have to the poor, but have not love, I am nothing.
 Friends, how often do we concentrate on the pedantic rather than the profound.
 If we do not go forth from worship to love people, to extend a helping hand, to show mercy, to offer compassion for those who are hurting, then what are we about?
Take away love, and all you have left is just a big building.
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