children of holocaust survivors
Jealous of the peace he saw in Christians, Barry B. was afraid he would be betraying his people – until he met a Jewish believer in Jesus.
In some cases, Holocaust survivors have not even told their children they are Jewish. I am one of those children.
I’m not famous like three-time Tour de France winner Greg LeMond, I’ve never cycled competitively. But since 1993, I’ve cycled the equivalent of almost nine times around the equator! Why? I have always loved touring on my bike. But on four consecutive nights in February 1993 I dreamt I was traveling by bicycle. Except […]
Some survivors do not tell their kids anything. They just don’t. Some survivors tell their kids everything. When I was a little boy, I crawled into my father’s lap and asked, What is that number on your arm?” He didn’t flinch, he told me he was in the concentration camps. He grew up outside of […]
My mother, Flora, was born towards the end of the Holocaust. Her family lived in Northern Greece, in the middle of a thriving Jewish community. Her father was part of the Greek underground resistance movement. When the Nazis told the Jewish community that they would be allowed to live if they cooperated, he didn’t believe […]
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?1 Why, O LORD, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?”2 I am my father’s son: His wounds embedded in my core He bequeathed […]
I remember when I was about ten years old, I found and read—with tears in my eyes—a report my dad wrote for the Romanian police, in which he described what he and his family went through during the pogroms and the Second World War. That was the first time I was introduced to what happened […]
My father, Fred, was born in Germany in 1925. The son of a baker, he lived in a village of 2,000 people. The town had very few Jews, ten families to be exact. As a young boy, my father had to look among the non-Jews for playmates. School Days By the time my father was […]
My father was born and raised in Vienna, Austria. He had to flee for his life and he barely escaped the torture of the concentration camps. After repeated attempts to escape—only to be captured and returned to Germany—he and his brother made a suicide pact. They would take their own lives before being sent to […]
When a Jew comes to believe in Jesus, it not only affects his life but the lives of those closest to him—his family. This was certainly the case when Steve Wertheim, the son of a Jewish immigrant, came to believe in Jesus. Steve’s father, Fred, was born in Germany in 1925. The son of a […]