If A Bird Is Flying For Pleasure,

Today I Know That Such Memories Are The Key Not To The Past, But To The Future. I Know That The Experiences Of Our Lives, When We Let God Use Them, Become The Mysterious And Perfect Preparation For The Work He Will Give Us To Do.

When He Tells Us To Love Our Enemies He Gives, Along With The Command, The Love Itself.

One Day As Father And I Were Returning From Our Walk We Found The Grote Markt Cordoned Off By A Double Ring Of Police And Soldiers. A Truck Was Parked In Front Of The Fish Mart; Into The Back Were Climbing Men, Women, And Children, All Wearing The Yellow Star. . . . "father! Those Poor People!" I Cried. . . . "those Poor People," Father Echoed. But To My Surprise I Saw That He Was Looking At The Solders Now Forming Into Ranks To March Away. "i Pity The Poor Germans, Corrie. They Have Touched The Apple Of God's Eye.

Surely There Is No More Wretched Sight That The Human Body Unloved And Uncared For.

Memories Are The Key Not To The Past, But To The Future.