Written by Sherry
Wednesday, 04 April 2007 08:52
Do take a moment this week to read this very moving account of a Jewish Catholic's Lenten journey to Dachau. The author, Miriam Stulberg, is a member of the Madonna House community.
"I stood at the ash grave before the remains of thirty-six thousand lives. "Thirty-six thousand" seemed more personal, somehow, than "six million."
Thirty-six thousand individual existences, destinies, living, breathing, laughing, loving, and now reduced to a six-by-two foot grassy knoll.
I tried to take it in.
Then, in the silence of Dachau, I heard the angel’s voice:
Why do you look for the living among the dead?
He is not here. He is risen (Lk 24:5-6).
That evening, as I received communion at Mass in the Carmelite cloister, I stood for a long moment with the host in my hand. My whole being trembled. To receive the Body of Christ was to receive all those for whom he died. It meant communion with the executioners and communion with the victims.
In Christ, there is neither Greek nor Jew (Gal 3:28), and I too am a sinner in need of God’s mercy."