Ten years ago we toured Israel. There were so many memories that were life changing. But one memory was unexpected and lasting.
We were in the midst of a whirlwind tour of Israel when Turkey Day arrived. As the day dawned in Jerusalem I remembered past Thanksgivings with family all around. Watching the Macy’s Parade while the tantalizing aromas of roasting turkey, pumpkin pie and fresh baked bread filled the house. Watching the football games, eating way too much, and then the afternoon lapse into semi-consciousness known as the traditional Thanksgiving day nap. I knew that this year would be a little different but I had no idea how much.
When I heard our schedule I knew this would be a Thanksgiving like no other. Our final activity for that day would be a visit to the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem. My first reaction was “No, no, not today”. But then I reconsidered. What better reminder of how very much I have to be thankful for than to relive this evil tragedy.
We pulled up to impressive facility and began the tour. My heart was pierced within the first moments when I read a display about the deadening silence of the Christian church during much of this evil genocide. I recalled the haunting words of Elie Wiesel who said, “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” I prayed that I would never allow my convenience and comfort to overcome the responsibility to speak out.
I wanted to look away from the pictures of smiling children innocently and unknowingly being resigned to death. I struggled to absorb the depth of evil as I looked into the eyes of the death camp guards and commanders. My heart ached as I saw the vacant gaze of the death camp prisoners. I saw Jews and Christians weeping side by side as testimonies of the horrors were recounted by survivors.
I was overwhelmed by the Hall of Names…a giant repository containing millions of names and testimonies.
My chest hurt as I walked through the Children’s Memorial dedicated to the 1.5 million children who perished. I tried to grasp the enormity of that number. Dallas has a population of about 1.3 million. What if Dallas were exterminated? Yet that would fall 200,000 short of the children who died at the hands of these monsters.
I left the Yad Veshem (Holocaust Museum) in contemplative silence. I left feeling deeply thankful for how much God has blessed me. It was a tough way to spend Thanksgiving. But I am grateful that I did.
Ten years later I am still feeling the effects of the Thanksgiving like no other.
Incredibly it feels like we have a similar kind of evil growing in our world today. On this Thanksgiving I will thank God for His grace to me. I will thank Him for the many blessings I have received. I will thank Him for my family, friends and community. And I will ask God to remind me again that the opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference.
A Thanksgiving Like No Other Still Haunts Me
Dave BurchettTen years ago we toured Israel. There were so many memories that were life changing. But one memory was unexpected and lasting.
We were in the midst of a whirlwind tour of Israel when Turkey Day arrived. As the day dawned in Jerusalem I remembered past Thanksgivings with family all around. Watching the Macy’s Parade while the tantalizing aromas of roasting turkey, pumpkin pie and fresh baked bread filled the house. Watching the football games, eating way too much, and then the afternoon lapse into semi-consciousness known as the traditional Thanksgiving day nap. I knew that this year would be a little different but I had no idea how much.
When I heard our schedule I knew this would be a Thanksgiving like no other. Our final activity for that day would be a visit to the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem. My first reaction was “No, no, not today”. But then I reconsidered. What better reminder of how very much I have to be thankful for than to relive this evil tragedy.
We pulled up to impressive facility and began the tour. My heart was pierced within the first moments when I read a display about the deadening silence of the Christian church during much of this evil genocide. I recalled the haunting words of Elie Wiesel who said, “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” I prayed that I would never allow my convenience and comfort to overcome the responsibility to speak out.
I wanted to look away from the pictures of smiling children innocently and unknowingly being resigned to death. I struggled to absorb the depth of evil as I looked into the eyes of the death camp guards and commanders. My heart ached as I saw the vacant gaze of the death camp prisoners. I saw Jews and Christians weeping side by side as testimonies of the horrors were recounted by survivors.
I was overwhelmed by the Hall of Names…a giant repository containing millions of names and testimonies.
My chest hurt as I walked through the Children’s Memorial dedicated to the 1.5 million children who perished. I tried to grasp the enormity of that number. Dallas has a population of about 1.3 million. What if Dallas were exterminated? Yet that would fall 200,000 short of the children who died at the hands of these monsters.
I left the Yad Veshem (Holocaust Museum) in contemplative silence. I left feeling deeply thankful for how much God has blessed me. It was a tough way to spend Thanksgiving. But I am grateful that I did.
Ten years later I am still feeling the effects of the Thanksgiving like no other.
Incredibly it feels like we have a similar kind of evil growing in our world today. On this Thanksgiving I will thank God for His grace to me. I will thank Him for the many blessings I have received. I will thank Him for my family, friends and community. And I will ask God to remind me again that the opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference.