The book of Jeremiah is just words on paper. But stop! Think! Imagine the terror facing My people. They were murdered, raped, beheaded, tortured – children and babies dashed against the walls, trampled to death in the streets. Fear Me. Fear Me. I not only let it happen, I did it. I created the thought that kindled the fire that destroyed My people. Do you think I didn’t care? Do you think I knew by My Little Finger, by My Molecule of Breath I could have stopped it? They cried. They screamed. Their agony was My agony. But they hated Me. They hated Me. They hated Me while I loved them so much. Think on that! Not for you to fear Me and My Terrible Power, but to remember I am God.
The Holocaust? People around the world had a chance to stop it a million times over, but they turned a blind eye, a weak cheek, an immoral soul and a cold heart on My People. The bottom line is that no one really loves Me if they do not love and care for each other. All others.
Conception: the union of man and woman to form life, a life that is to be cherished by all, all the days of their lives. And yet your divide exists. Hatred exists. Death exists. What have you done with the seed of love that I planted in the center of every soul? How has it been so stiffled and suffocated in the summer heat? You have created the divide, the hate. And only you shall dissipate it – with love, My People. With Love.
“Then I myself will gather the remnant of my flesh out of all the land where I have driven them, and I will bring them back to their fold, and they shall be fruitful and multiply. I will raise up shepherds over them who will shepherd them, and they shall not fear any longer, or be dismayed, nor shall any be missing, says the Lord.” (Jer23:3-4)
I didn’t want to copy this from my notebook. Or at the least, I wanted to change the point of view from first person to third. But there were warnings in these passages from Jeremiah about saying what the Lord didn’t say, and not saying what should be told. I have had angry questions pointed toward God about the Holocaust since I was in high school. How could Hitler have pulled off such horrors? Why did God let it happen, like just stand by and let it happen? I took German in college so I could read Mein Kampf in its original form. I obsessed to reading eye witness accounts and listening to YouTube interviews with survivors. Trying to understand the evil I could not comprehend. I shook my fist at God…what a terrible God to just stand by and watch!
Even when I went to Serbia, the Holocaust followed me there. Hitler’s army threw the citizens…men women and children into the frozen Danube river. I couldn’t understand. At the core I still don’t understand. But pieces like this, these snippets of Love from above, His Wisdom in all things opens my eyes to the possibility that it was indeed our fault. Hatred is always our fault: thinking that our ways are better than His ways, because…what could He know? He doesn’t live down here, struggle our day to day lives, trying to make ends meet. But pieces like this, remind me that He does live down here, struggle our day to day lives with us (if we choose). But we choose to work it out ourselves the best we can…and that best always falls short of His ideas of best. And in our attempts we put ourselves first which means others come second and third or last.
We will take what we need from Him and go our own way…the path of least resistance. The path of least resistance led to the Holocaust. The path of least resistance led to King Nebuchadrezzar of Babylon and the Chaldeans. Where will it lead us today?