Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Sunday, June 07, 2009


“Surely goodness and mercy
will follow me all the days of my life” Psalm 23

Sure. Believe that and I’ve got a bridge to sell you.

Not long ago, I spent about two months soul deep in people’s holocaust memories. I was writing a script for a documentary that will feature the stories of people who rescued Jews during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands, reading more than (maybe) any human being should about that most horrifying time in recent history.

Page after page, the stories—and there are thousands—simply take your breath away. Let me just tell you one.

In December of 1942, there were 1100 patients and hundreds of staff at a Jewish mental hospital outside of Apeldoorn, the Netherlands. The persecution and deportation of Dutch Jewry had begun, in earnest, months before already. In November of that year, a Dutch government official had warned Dr. Jacques Lobstein, the chief medical officer, that the Nazis had their eyes on the place. Lobstein, himself Jewish, took little action.

Why not? Perhaps because he believed sentiment not unlike David’s in this verse: “Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life. . .”

No one can know for sure, of course, but it seems legitimate to speculate that Dr. Lobstein, like hundreds and thousands of people throughout Europe in those years, simply could not believe that some human beings would treat others the way he was warned the Nazis would eventually treat his wards in his hospital.

On January 21, 1943, in the middle of the night, the Nazis came. Patients, many in their nightclothes, some in straight-jackets, were jammed into lorries, taken to the railroad station, then pushed into railroad cars, children and psychopaths alike. It was brutal and unforgettable. All were taken to Auschwitz. None survived. Of the four hundred staff, only ten did.
If I were Dr. Jacques Lobstein, I don’t know that I would have acted any differently. I don’t know that I could have. There was no place in his imagination for the horror which was to take place. Daily, he’d worked with society’s most needy; he could not imagine that other human beings, many of them toting Bibles, could be so bestial.

“Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life. . .”

But what if it doesn’t? What if shit happens that exceeds even our most awful expectations? What if we feel, like Elie Wiesel, that God’s only answer to our earnest petitions is silence--or, worse, delivering up even more madness. There are no easy answers to such questions, no handy proof texts to mitigate the depths of human sadness so many feel so often.

And yet we have David singing “Surely, surely.” No one knows when the 23rd Psalm was written, but everyone knows that David’s own life was not without its horrors. “Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me. . .” In all likelihood, the King’s years were not without substantial tears. Was he wrong? Is this surely business little more than self-inflated spiritual bravado--some woeful wishful thinking?

Life without hope is unfathomably bleak, but it’s not just hope that’s the bromide here. David’s hope is faith firmly placed in the God who has filled his cup to overflowing, who has anointed his head with oil, who has been his shepherd, who has satisfied his wants, who has made him lie down in green pastures.

Surely, eternally, that very God's history of goodness and mercy won't desert him now, even through a holocaust. Surely, surely, surely, he says.

And that's good for me to hear--"surely, surely, surely."

Play it again, Sam.


RickNiekLikeBikes said...

The Health and Wealthers wouldn't know what to do with the story and Psalm 23. Other Christians know that even if they're abused and persecuted, even martyred, that in death they will be shown goodness and mercy, that at the moment of their death, God lifts them to His place. That goodness and mercy does follow me all the days of my life--on both sides of eternal life. Besides, those who vehemently despise God have no reason not to treat me with the most vile disdain. Jews feared that. Some days, so do I.

Anonymous said...

'Surely' must mean 'surely it's there, even when we cannot see it.' GJK

Trevor Michael Mouw said...

Understatement of all time: It would be rough to have been a Jewish human back then.

That sounds almost sacrilegious and completely insensitive, but I do mean it in all sincerity.

Last night I watched the movie Defiance, about a band of Russian Jews hiding and surviving in the wilderness. In it was a funeral scene where the "eulogy" was a simple and honest prayer. The teacher turned temp-rabbi asked God for one final wish: that He might turn his face away from the Jews and choose a new chosen nation.

In all honestly, (it is my prayer that) I will never experience something so earth-shattering that my faith would be so tortured. To think they could bear so much while harboring such misconceptions about Christ is inconceivable. And sad (in it's truest sense).