Summary: We sometimes get bored with the story of salvation, here's why we must remember
I don’t remember the war, because I have not been put in the position of being in a war zone. But in these days I have been confronted with the horrors and heights of war in new ways. I have seen on TV this week the horror of the trenches, when wave after wave of young men were cut down by torrents of bullets. Men seeing others in front of them dying, and yet moving to go ahead in their place. I have seen an 80 year old women see her father’s smile for the first time, because an old film was unearthed. He had been shot as a spy when she was three. And in that moment, she was three again, as if remembering, impossibly, her father.
I do remember the story of a man, Maximilian Kolbe (1894-1941)
Maximilian Kolbe was a Roman Catholic priest, who was put in a Nazi concentration camp, Auschwitz for his faith.
One day a man in Kolbe’s block escaped from the camp and so all of the men from that block were brought out into the hot sun and made to stand there all day - with no food or drink.
At the end of the day, the man that had escaped was not found.
So the Nazi commandant told the assembled prisoners that ten men would be arbitrarily selected to die in the starvation cell - in place of the one that had escaped.
One of the men selected was a polish sergeant, Francis Gajowniczek.
He begged to be spared because he was worried that his family would not be able to survive without him.
As he was pleading with the commandant, Maximilian Kolbe silently stepped forward and stood before the commandant.
The commandant turned to him and said asked him what he wanted.
Kolbe pointed to the polish sergeant and said, "I am a Catholic priest from Poland; I would like to take his place, because he has a wife and children to care for."
The commandant stood silent for a moment in disbelief.
He then allowed the sergeant to go back to his place in the ranks and Kolbe took his place in the starvation bunker.
Every day the guards came and removed dead bodies from the bunker. However instead of being greeted with the usual sounds of screaming and cursing, all they heard was Kolbe and the others in the bunker singing hymns and praying.
After two weeks, the cell had to be cleared out for more prisoners. Only four prisoners were left of whom Kolbe was one.
And so on August 14, 1941, Kolbe paid the ultimate price, dying by lethal injection.
And what you might ask became of the polish sergeant, Francis Gajowniczek.
He lived another 53 years dying on 13th March 1995 at the age of 95.
But he never forget Kolbe.
After his release from Auschwitz, Gajowniczek spent the next five decades honouring the man who died on his behalf.
Just before he died he said that
“as long as he . . . has breath in his lungs, he would
consider it his duty to tell people about the heroic act of love by Maximilian Kolbe."
I remember that greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
I remember this week in a primary school where I was invited to share what the harvest food the children had collected meant. I remember the question one young child asked,
“Why did William booth help people?”
While women weep, as they do now, I’ll fight
While little children go hungry, as they do now, I’ll fight
While men go to prison, in and out, in and out, as they do now, I’ll fight.
While there is a drunkard left
While there is a poor lost girl upon the streets
While there remains one dark soul without the light of God, I’ll fight
I’ll fight to the very end.
William Booth fought a very different kind of war, and we carry that war on today. He fought it because of his love for the Saviour, and when you have love for God, you cannot help but have love for God’s creation and the people who are appointed stewards. As difficult a people as humanity are, they are Gods creation. And we are told to never weary in doing good.
“Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.