Once, in the 1970s, I...
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Once, in the 1970s, I had the humbling opportunity to hear Connie ten Boom tell of her experiences in one of the Nazi concentration camps of World War II. I remember particularly a conversation Connie told us she had with her sister just before her sister died in the camp.
It was winter, and in a numbing, cold rain, Connie and her sister were forced with other women to march around the perimeter of the camp. Angry and weak and surrendered to despair, Connie's sister cried out to her, "Connie, how can you believe God hears your prayers? How can you believe there is any hope left?"
Taking her dying sister in her arms, Connie replied, "Sister, there is no pit so deep that God is not deeper still. We must believe and hope!"
- Saxon
It was winter, and in a numbing, cold rain, Connie and her sister were forced with other women to march around the perimeter of the camp. Angry and weak and surrendered to despair, Connie's sister cried out to her, "Connie, how can you believe God hears your prayers? How can you believe there is any hope left?"
Taking her dying sister in her arms, Connie replied, "Sister, there is no pit so deep that God is not deeper still. We must believe and hope!"
- Saxon
