Judiasm: The Presence of Absence and Loss
As a collective that embodies as its core value a 4000 year relationship to a single God, no other ethnic group has suffered greater persecution, even while under the watchful eye of their one true God, than the Jews.
This aforementioned God, embraced within the theological tenets of Christians who appropriated the belief systems of Judaism by appending a New Testament to the Tamakh, was an ongoing source of ridicule amongst ancient cultures whose success was predicated upon the number of their individual gods available to save them. When considering Judeo Christian monotheism against a historical backdrop of polytheistic belief that was embraced by virtually all cultures for thousands of years, it is understandable that belief in the ability to uphold a personal relationship with a singular entity was incomprehensible to others and therefore a source of ridicule. This ridicule, in the form of religious persecution, was just one facet of the tremendous suffering experienced by Jews throughout recorded history.
If the polytheistic gods of ancient Mesopotamia and Egypt were often antagonistic towards mere mortals, the God embraced by the Jews was decidedly paternalistic and therefore perceived as a living, breathing presence, intimately engaged in the minutiae of each persons daily life. This conceptualization of God as father is recorded in innumerable places within the Bible, in which we are reminded in Psalm 139:14 that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made,” God having known and chosen us while we as yet unborn, created as we were in his likeness and image.
It is a tremendous responsibility, in a sense, to be considered chosen by the one true living God, and as such invokes the Biblical reminder found in Luke 12:48 that “from everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.” God’s chosen people, selected as a living sacrifice of sorts designed to model examples of Gods provision, mercy, and grace, often suffer simply to provide a showcase for his ability to intervene.
Nowhere is this made more readily evident than in the Book of Job, wherein Satan, the adversary, challenges God to allow him to test Job in an effort to disclose an anticipated disloyalty resulting from the proposed loss of virtually everything he owns. When God agrees to participate in this decidedly capricious game, it is here that we witness his arbitrary nature in relation to man. In spite of his suffering, however, Job is eventually vindicated in the eyes of a terrifying God who restores all that he lost after reminding him of his limited ability to comprehend the wonders of his creation from within the whirlwind, while Job acquiesces to the omnipotence of God by observing in 13:15 “though he slay me, yet will I trust him.” This monumental profession of faith in the face of needless suffering has been echoed repeatedly in the annals of history by countless generations of Jews who continue to embrace the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in spite of what can often be described as often tortuous persecution.
While the God of the Old Testament required the cherubic wings upon the Ark of the Covenant to provide his footstool, the newly appropriated God of the New Testament is purported to have said in Acts 7:49 “heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house will you build for me, and where will my resting place be?” While God ironically searches for a place of rest for himself, his people, by contrast, receive little respite as they find themselves condemned to wander betwixt and between accounts of abuse and persecution chronicled throughout the centuries.
One of the most graphic depictions of this aforementioned abuse encompasses the catastrophic events experienced by the Jewish people during the holocaust in the 20th century. During my recent visit to the Holocaust Museum in Skokie, I was first and foremost astounded by the architectural inclusion of towering metal “smoke stacks” outside the entrance of the museum, the instrument of cruelty utilized by those who participated in the murder of approximately 6 million Jews now recreated as art. This struck me as indicative of an all encompassing messianic hope, where grief becomes a vehicle for ultimate restoration. “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good.” Genesis 5:20.
The thematic acknowledgment of persecution continues once inside the darkened entryway of the museum, where well dressed museum proprietors stand quietly beside a conveyor belt intended to x-ray the contents of my purse as a means of ensuring security. I imagined that the proprietor looked saddened by this need, the ever present threat of anti-Semitism leaving the Jewish people perpetually guarded and wary in an effort to protect themselves. Wearing the required paper bracelet around my wrist indicating that I had paid my entrance fee, I drew a subtle analogy between this requirement and those who were tattooed as a means of identification, further reinforcing my sense of empathy. As I walked through the metal detector, I smiled warmly at the museum proprietor positioned there, in the hopes of conveying my understanding of their collective fear.
The museum, newly opened and still undergoing construction in various areas as evidenced by several “pardon our dust” signs strategically placed throughout, is a deeply moving testament to the suffering experienced by those subjected to the unimaginable horror that was the holocaust. Walking through the somber corridors, museum visitors are immersed in imagery, with flat screen televisions airing a continual loop of personal accounts and historical newsreels that provide graphic depictions of what the Jewish people endured. In one room in particular, various images that recounted the events of World War II play simultaneously, an entire wall of televisions devoted to traumatic events that can not and should not ever be forgotten. I found it disconcerting to hear air raid sirens, the roar of plane engines, and bombings interspersed with the sound of people screaming in terror during this dark and shameful period in history, the disturbing cacophony following you as you move to adjacent corridors. As the sound of air raid sirens and screaming begins to mercifully fade in the distance, it is then sadly replaced by sobbing as a televised woman recounts her humiliation at the hands of German guards, as we are continually affronted by grief throughout each room of the museum.
One of the most profound acknowledgments of events surrounding the holocaust comes with the realization that atrocities such as these occurred during our lifetime. An all pervasive social apathy ensued as the world response to Jewish persecution was viewed as an internal problem, with particular focus on appeasing the German’s being of primary concern. Fortunately, however, there existed an altruistic underground that provided a brief respite for those in need of help, without which countless others would have been lost.
Altruism can be defined as that which compels others to display an unselfish regard for, or to devote ones self to, the welfare of others. Empathy, by contrast, is the action of understanding, being aware of, or being sensitive to the thoughts and feelings of another. Altruism implies action, whereas empathy is experienced as more a subjective or vicarious emotional state that may or may not be coupled with definitive action. One of the most interesting and impressive books ever written about definitive altruistic action during the Holocaust was an autobiography entitled The Hiding Place, by Corrie Ten Boom. In this moving book, a poignant testimony to both the resilience of the human spirit as well as the capacity for genuine kindness, author Corrie ten Boom’s Dutch family strives to protect the Jews being persecuted in her native Holland. Corrie’s father, in a public display of support for those being victimized, begins to wear a golden star on his jacket, and eventually determines to provide a means of safety for the Jews although he realizes that the German’s would undoubtedly kill his entire family if his complicity were to be discovered. Having created a secret hiding place behind a removable wall inside a closet in his home, he managed to save the lives of several innocent people while risking his own. Following disclosure to the German’s by someone who betrayed the ten Boom family in exchange for monetary gain, everyone in their immediate family was imprisoned in Ravensbruck. The entire family eventually died there save for Corrie, who was later set free and went on to help millions of people worldwide as a result of her experience.
Having read of the atrocities imposed on people imprisoned in the Nazi “death camps,” as detailed in books such as The Hiding Place or Night by author Elie Wiesel, it is shocking to consider the viciousness of those so possessed by hatred that they were unable to acknowledge the humanity of those suffering at their hands. This sequential, deliberate dehumanization of the holocaust victims, necessary for the Nazi’s to justify their numerous crimes, was painfully detailed at the museum as women recounted, for example, how they were forced to walk naked in front of the German guards, their heads shaved and names rescinded in place of numerical tattoos. Also of note are historical accounts of “excremental assault,” the goal of the Nazis to ensure the death of the spirit as a result of the physical inducement of self-loathing. This intent was executed within the camp by systematically denying any and all displays of human beauty or personal pride, the collective self-image of the Jewish prisoners no longer representative of God as they found themselves immersed in personal filth.
Since the Jewish tradition views the human body as sacred, a virtual temple of the living God, physical abuse, excremental assault, and the subsequent murder and desecration of bodies was a particular affront to the theological senses. This conveyed at least an intermittent hopelessness and despair, I believe, as the Jewish people may have looked sadly heavenward to a God who apparently no longer shared their reverence for life.
This imagery is poignantly depicted than in the second floor room of the museum, where the Book of Remembrance lists thousands of names of those who died in the holocaust. Standing there before the formidable book, encased in glass, I couldn’t help but consider Biblical prophecies concerning the anticipated Great White Throne Judgment as described in Revelation 20:11-15. “Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. Earth and sky fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the Book of Life. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books. The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what he had done. Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death. If anyone's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire. “
Gazing up at the ceiling of this beautiful, almost ethereal room filled with light, I carefully reviewed the names as written there, cognizant of the fact that each name was representative of a person, a human being created in the image and likeness of God. Surely their names would be found in the Book of Life as recognition for the terrible suffering they endured prior to being recorded in the Book of Remembrance, the tiled smoke stacks that flanked the glass case once again reminiscent of artistic beauty to be found even in the midst of despair. Although the smoke that issued from the towers outside of the concentration camps may have destroyed the bodies of those murdered, here, in this place, they are a means to ensure the safe passage of the spirit back to a God who loves them.








