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Yad Vashem

A million points of light.  More than a million in fact, time and a half, like stars blanketing a night sky but they surround you, envelope you. Each light representing a life, a child, that lived, laughed and then in one of the greatest evils of our history, were slain.  Slain because their name was like Markowitz or Hetzel, all because some sick mind contrived lies of superiority and others believed and carried out extermination orders.

Because hatred of the Chosen People of God was fueled by perpetuated fear, by pride, instigated by the Accuser of men - whispering lies against one, telling the same to another, stirring hearts of men against each other.

Yad, hand. Vashem, name. Together they mean remember.

A million and a half points of light, each representing a life, a child, a name.  Each name read along with their country of origin and the name of the camp or place they were executed, never to be forgotten.  The passage promising Abraham's descendants would number as the sand on the shores and the stars in the sky, came to mind as I stood among the "points of light".   Here, One million, five hundred thousand, 1,500,000 of his children were exterminated...

And it was beyond comprehension.  Like trying to swallow the universe.

Man's humanity towards man.  Yes, you read that right.  But, you say, it goes like this "Man's INhumanity toward man."  To that I say, then you do not know the heart of man...  No,  Cain and Able are proof.  Unpacking the fullness of it here would diminish the true remembrance so I trust Holy Spirit will enlighten you until such time as it becomes a topic.  Until then know that there is evil in the heart of man and unless God Himself comes to dwell there and drives it out, we will claw and rip each other apart because we've blindly swallowed the bait of Satan.

A million and a half points of light.  This representing the children.  What of their mommas and poppas and aunties and uncles and cousins and grand-mamas and grand-poppas?

 Six million. Six million faces.  Six million names.  Six million of God's Chosen People erased from the face of the earth.
 
It is the night before we leave and it's now that I understand why this is where I had to start to write.  Jerusalem, the Promised Land, all begins, and ends, with His Chosen Ones. He loves them dearly.  And it is through them that we gained inheritance.  It is only right to honor the decedents of Abraham as we make pilgrimage through their land...

Six million points of light, emblazoned on my heart.
Dedicated to one of God's Beloved - Jacob

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  1. Been praying for you throughout the trip. So grateful that God blessed you with this opportunity. Truly excited for the people who will be touched by your testimonies upon your return.

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  2. Much of the Messiah's "Beatitudes" has soaked into your pilgrimage. Love, Poppa

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