To everything there is a season... so says Ecclesiates 3:1.

I have always liked those words, but even more so when I could sing them (The Byrds "Turn, Turn, Turn"). But when I was reading this story, they came back to me...

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to reap that which is planted.
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing.
A time to get and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
~~Ecclesiates 3:1-8

One could almost say A time to hide, a time to find, a time to lose, a time to find, a time to search, a time to find....

April 30, 2008

From Auschwitz, a Torah as Strong as Its Spirit

By JAMES BARRON

The back story of how a Torah got from the fetid barracks of Auschwitz to the ark of the Central Synagogue at Lexington Avenue and 55th Street is one the pastor of the Lutheran church down the street sums up as simply "miraculous."

It is the story of a sexton in the synagogue in the Polish city of Oswiecim who buried most of the sacred scroll before the Germans stormed in and later renamed the city Auschwitz. It is the story of Jewish prisoners who sneaked the rest of it — four carefully chosen panels — into the concentration camp.

It is the story of a Polish Catholic priest to whom they entrusted the four panels before their deaths. It is the story of a Maryland rabbi who went looking for it with a metal detector. And it is the story of how a hunch by the rabbi's 13-year-old son helped lead him to it.

Click here to read the rest of the story.....

God bless!!