The Mark

There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.                                                                  Galatians 3:28

Do you know anyone who had been in a Nazi concentration camp?

I did.

Yes, a distant memory, but as real as yesterday. My childhood playmate, Betty W. (I still don’t want to use her last name because I do not have her permission) introduced me to her mother when I was about 10 or 11 years old. Her mother, of Roma heritage from Hungary, had been sent to a concentration camp, and she showed me her inner forearm where she bore the tattoo of Nazi imprisonment.

I was too young to fully grasp what this meant. I wish that I had been older and I had been able to talk with her about what that meant in her life. Betty, along with Ray and Mary Jo were my neighborhood friends. We had great fun as playmates on Mayfair Ave. in Cheviot, Ohio (a Cincinnati suburb) where I grew up. Who knew that years later, I would reflect upon the realities of the horror that some of the generation ahead of me had endured?  

As I look back on those innocent years, I can also see that the presence of totalitarianism is always lurking in the shadows. The repression and control of years past has never really left, in the sense that there are still people who fear the “other”- people different than themselves.

Jesus was very clear that we cannot “other” people. We cannot say that some are “more equal that others”. Betty’s mother was not bitter as she showed me her arm. Maybe she was trying to send a message to future generations that people who are seen as “other” may be singled out for persecution.

I feel the need to pass that message on.

Prayer: Lord, impress upon us that discrimination because of race or culture is simply wrong and destructive, Amen