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Never Loose Hope
Nahman's daily routine in death camp of Sobibor consisted of heavy lifting, usually of logs or bricks. A stocky man Nahman appearance to be more like 40 than his true age, which was nearly 50.But after today it would no longer make a difference. An awkward calm overcame him. The shouting of the fanatical guards and the barking of the rabid dogs would normally have angered Nahman, but today it was strangely welcome, as to say, go ahead, holler away. You'll soon have no power over a dead man. The thought although morbid, seemed like a fitting victory in a war that could have no winner.
Nahman stared at the mound of logs, the only thing separating him from death. He would finish moving them to the other end of the field and then he would die. It was as simple as that. Slowly the pile diminished and Nahman drew closer to his end.
Twenty logs remained.
Ten.
Five.
And then he came to the final one.
He bent down and although his back was sore and his fingers were bleeding, a bizarre tranquility permeated him. As he was moving in slow motion he pictures the faces of his children who were killed by the Nazis. I'll be with you soon, children. His feet stumbled over one another but he moved onward. Step by step. Closer. But no longer cared. If no one else did, then why should he? Finally he bent down and placed the last log on the ground. But as he straightened up he leaned forward to get a closer look at something he saw, something impossible. Nahman squinted as he tried to make out the words. What he saw would save his life.
Neszah Yisrael Lo Yeshaker - The Eternal One of Israel will not fall.
A whirlwind of emotions erupted within Nahman's mind, heart and soul. Why would should have someone carved this, if not with hope that some lost soul would see it and gain encouragement? The thought struck Nahman: Someone does care. He looked up and saw the German contorted into a sick, twisted grimace. I can't let them win. I must fight on. My children will have to wait a little bit longer. Nahman glanced around. Another man had stumbled and needed help getting up. Nahman, now determined to live stood up, walked over and helped his sick, weak friend. He did not know his name but that did not matter.
What ever you are going through, never forget Neszah Yisrael Lo Yeshaker - The Eternal One of Israel will not fall and we should never loose our hope.
Hashem will always protect us.
Nahman stared at the mound of logs, the only thing separating him from death. He would finish moving them to the other end of the field and then he would die. It was as simple as that. Slowly the pile diminished and Nahman drew closer to his end.
Twenty logs remained.
Ten.
Five.
And then he came to the final one.
He bent down and although his back was sore and his fingers were bleeding, a bizarre tranquility permeated him. As he was moving in slow motion he pictures the faces of his children who were killed by the Nazis. I'll be with you soon, children. His feet stumbled over one another but he moved onward. Step by step. Closer. But no longer cared. If no one else did, then why should he? Finally he bent down and placed the last log on the ground. But as he straightened up he leaned forward to get a closer look at something he saw, something impossible. Nahman squinted as he tried to make out the words. What he saw would save his life.
Neszah Yisrael Lo Yeshaker - The Eternal One of Israel will not fall.
A whirlwind of emotions erupted within Nahman's mind, heart and soul. Why would should have someone carved this, if not with hope that some lost soul would see it and gain encouragement? The thought struck Nahman: Someone does care. He looked up and saw the German contorted into a sick, twisted grimace. I can't let them win. I must fight on. My children will have to wait a little bit longer. Nahman glanced around. Another man had stumbled and needed help getting up. Nahman, now determined to live stood up, walked over and helped his sick, weak friend. He did not know his name but that did not matter.
What ever you are going through, never forget Neszah Yisrael Lo Yeshaker - The Eternal One of Israel will not fall and we should never loose our hope.
Hashem will always protect us.
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At Beth-El we believe that the scriptures, both the Tanach and the Brit Hadasha are fully inspired and are God's complete and final revelation to man until the Messiah returns. The 66 books of the Bible are inerrant in the original autographs. They are true and authoritative in every category of knowledge to which they speak.
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