Taken to Ravensbruk concentration camp, corrie said this, “The blacker the night around us grew, the brighter and truer and more beautiful burned the word of God. ‘Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or swords?….Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.’”

“It was not a wish, it was a fact. We knew it, we experienced it minute by minute - poor, hated, hungry. We are more than conquerors. Not ‘we shall be.’ We are!

“Life in Ravensbruck took place on two separate levels, mutually impossible. One, the observable, external life, grew every day more horrible. The other, the life we lived with God, grew daily better, truth upon truth, glory upon glory.”

“So mysterious how it had become to me. It was new; it had just been written. I marveled sometimes that the ink was dry. I had believed the Bible always, but reading it now had nothing to do with belief. It was simply a description of the way things were - of hell and heaven, of how men act and how God acts. I had read a thousand times the story of Jesus arrest - how soldiers had slapped Him, laughed at Him, flogged Him. Now such happenings had faces and voices.”

“Waiting, shivering (naked) in the corridor, that yet another page in the Bible leapt into life for me.
             He hung naked on the cross.
I had not known - I had not thought….
I leaned toward Betsie, ahead of me in line. Her shoulder blades stood out sharp and thin beneath her blue-mottled skin. ‘Betsie, they took His clothes too.’
Ahead of me I heard a little gasp. ‘Oh, Corrie. And I never thanked Him…,’”

Thank you to all who have suffered, so that we can be free.


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