Here is the story of one German girl who does not support the Nazis. She doesn't know exactly why, but she knows that she wants to save as many books she can from the Nazi book-burnings. So she steals them from neighbors. And when the Allied bombing raids reach her city, she reads her stolen books in the neighborhood bomb shelter to any and all who will hear her.
Book Thief is narrated by Death, who provides illuminating commentary on war. He remembers each death and whether or not the dead were treated with respect. I think Death dislikes his wartime job: he doesn't get to spend enough time with the recently released spirits (there is just too much work to do) and he doesn't get to be as gentle.
This book helped shape my perception of war. I have always seen World War II as a war against evil, but our forces also killed innocent civilians in the process. All people, evil or not, are children of God, and we should mourn every single loss as Death does in the book. I find it very hard to pass judgments on people, especially public figures who are made to look "wrong" or "bad," because I know that they are also a son or daughter of my Heavenly Father. We Earthers have a powerful sibling relationship that should not be ignored.
Sounds like a fascinating read.
ReplyDeleteWherever there is humankind you will find wonderful and angelic people, as well as the worst and most depraved people. Such was the case during World War II - on both sides of the conflict. Still, as you point out, we are all sons and daughters of God and so we should treat each other as such - with love, compassion, and forgiveness. This is definitely easier said than done.
Savior, may I learn to love thee,
Walk the path that thou hast shown,
Pause to help and lift another,
Finding strength beyond my own.
Savior, may I learn to love thee—
Lord, I would follow thee.
Who am I to judge another
When I walk imperfectly?
In the quiet heart is hidden
Sorrow that the eye can’t see.
Who am I to judge another?
Lord, I would follow thee.
I would be my brother’s keeper;
I would learn the healer’s art.
To the wounded and the weary
I would show a gentle heart.
I would be my brother’s keeper—
Lord, I would follow thee.
Savior, may I love my brother
As I know thou lovest me,
Find in thee my strength, my beacon,
For thy servant I would be.
Savior, may I love my brother—
Lord, I would follow thee.