We are in the midst of Holocaust Remembrance Week.
I've always been fascinated by the stories of World War II. It all sounds so surreal, like something out of a nightmare. The stories that have come out of that time are mind-blowing. Hatred and betrayal, sacrifice and heroism. The best and worst of the human condition.
In college I took a course called "The Literature of the Holocaust." It was a painful, eye-opening class. I still have many of the books from it, and plan to use them when my children study WWII sometime in the future. I'm sure it will be a difficult unit for us all, but I believe it is important.
As I thought over this observance, this Remembrance Week, I wondered what I might have to say about the Holocaust that would matter. How could I even scratch the surface of the atrocities which occurred, the unfathomable loss to humanity? There were such unspeakable crimes against God and mankind. What could I say that would make any difference at all?
And then I realized this: I can remember. That is one thing I can do. I can honor those who suffered during that time by this one simple act: I can remember.
“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.” ― Elie Wiesel, Night