This morning the Pastor spoke about visiting the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem. There is a building within this museum dedicated to the memory of the two million children who died in the Holocaust.  Of all the persons who died, one third were children.  I never knew.

If you were to visit this building, you would journey into a vast darkness, dimly lit by 100 candles, just enough light to enable you to find your way through. The deafening silence contains the simple reading of each name of the two million children.  One by one you hear their name called aloud, with the hope that you might remember. Step by step you listen, and wonder, and somehow you carry them….each one.

As the Pastor portrayed the experience this morning, that same silence fell across the congregation.  You could have heard the smallest pin drop.  Then a single voice broke the silence.  It was a poignant moment.  Caleb, the young child who had been baptized earlier in the worship service, began to cry.  There was no sound other than the cry of this little boy, who had just entered the family of God present throughout all eternity.  It seemed that his single cry contained the cries of the two million children, and no one dared to silence him.  We clearly heard their pain, and in that moment we remembered.  I will never forget.

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