In a separate post from the usual themes of this blog, and from my little woes and worries, I would like to make an acknowledgment of the Holocaust memorial day, which takes place today in Israel.
No less than six millions of Jews were murdered, starved and tortured to death in the modern, well-educated Europe of my grandmother's generation; no one can count the additional number of unrecorded murders. My great-grandparents, Simon and Anna Rosman, and their daughter Ibolya were among the victims of this inhumanely calculated slaughter. Their eldest son, Abel, lost his first wife and son, as the boy was brutally torn from his mother's arms and both were sent to their death. May their memory last forever; may the remaining branches of the Rosman family tree continue to expand and grow.
The Holocaust was far from being the first attempt to wipe out the entire Jewish population. Open the book of Esther and read it as evidence that Jews have always been persecuted. A small community, carrying a hidden secret that for some reason prevented their dissolving into the great nations that surrounded them, Jews have always been looked upon with suspicion that almost always escalated into hatred in time. Inquisition, exile, and massive forced conversion of Jews out of their faith have been common throughout history.
I'm not optimistic enough to believe that something has changed or will change. But I do believe that the Lord will preserve us, like He has preserved us until now. I believe He will carry us through the threats of death, as well as conversion and assimilation, both of which I consider equally dangerous.