There is such good …


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I find myself from time to time almost pleading Earths case to God.

I’ll share with you my nightly prayers.  I always say “Thank you.” I always end with “God bless all those in my heart, on my mind and in the world, Amen.”

The meat of my prayers is usually me asking for guidance –  praying for strength in areas I’m lacking.

Sometimes I pray for more patience, the increased ability to love – to be tolerant.  I pray to know which path I should be taking.

When it’s a particularly sad news day though, when atrocities have been committed and we’re made aware of them – I don my humankind legal defense cap.

As if God doesn’t already know, I plead “God, there is such GOOD in the world too.”  As if I’m afraid he’s going to shut the whole event down because of evil.

I have a favorite quote, by W.H. Auden.

“Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table …”

I love that quote.  I love how the words feel coming out of my mouth  – how the thought provokes – the simple eloquence of it.

And it, for me, is truth.

I watched a documentary this morning called “Hitlers Children.” (If you have Netflix, it’s a streamable selection. )

One particular storyline resonated with me.

It was that of Rainer Hoess – grandson of Rudolf Hoess.

He looked at photographs of his father standing in the garden of the family home on the grounds of Auschwitz.  Other photos showed his grandfather in that same back yard.

Later in the documentary, he took a trip to Auschwitz – his first one.

One of the questions he pondered, while staring at a photo of his father standing by the garden gate was, how could they not have known – not have seen?

He was afforded entry into that same garden and stood at that very garden gate.  The house was cleverly designed with no views of the crematorium – textured glass windows on the side of the house that might let some truth in.

The garden itself was surrounded by tall walls, offering only a glimpse of outlying buildings.

I wondered what it must have felt like to stand in that location.  To know that your lineage included a monster.  I didn’t need to wonder for long – when Rainer lost his composure, I did too.  I wept on the couch with this man who was riddled with guilt for a crime against humanity that he couldn’t possibly have anything to do with.

During the tour, he agreed to speak to a group.  He was nervous – understandably.  At one point, a holocaust survivor, from that camp, wanted to shake his hand.

My already wet cheeks were wet anew when this old man took his hand and told him, ‘you didn’t do this.’

They hugged and my heart wanted to burst.

There is good.

There is good everywhere if you look for it – take time to avert your eyes from your problems and worries and choose to see it!

On a personal note, I have a friend, who takes care of not only her grandchildren – but her bed ridden mother and her disabled brother and reached out to ME to offer ME help to send my son to England!  She is the epitome of selflessness to me.

She smiles and though she gets tired, she’s happy and grateful and is of service to others.

GOD!  There is SUCH good.

I’ll be praying tonight to be a part of that good.

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About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on May 25, 2013, in Gratitude, Musings from the laundromat and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. I still say my prayers every night before bed. I always ask for good and peace and happiness in the world. I’m starting to fret that no one is on the receiving end of my prayers… 😦

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    Perfect…thanks again for the reminder!

  3. What an awesome message Amanda! You are correct, there is a lot of good in this world. Why do people choose evil? The reasons are vast and varied, one thing I thought of though, is that one can do evil quite easily, and gain world wide fame..in an instant, a life can be changed instantly by committing an act of evil..but the little acts of kindness, or even the grand gestures, seem to need a period of time to have an impact in a person’s life, if they are choosing ‘good’ for the first time, (as opposed to neutrality)..just a thought.

    • I think those capable of such evil are not mentally healthy … I don’t know if it’s a choice per se. But, I agree with you too, it’s so much easier to take the ‘evil’ route rather than assess and amend and correct the parts of us capable of it. The whole topic fascinates me. When we exude love, it’s contagious, but when we exude hate, that too is contagious. There are people who were raised in hate, and unless you know another way, you can’t take it. Boggles the mind. Same can be said for late brainwashing. Of course, your mind would have to be open to the evil in that case too. I’m babbling. Lol. Can you tell I’m obsessed with the subject? 😉

  4. I live to babble! So glad I’m not alone in my rambling! I like what you are saying.

  5. “The house was cleverly designed with no views of the crematorium – textured glass windows on the side of the house that might let some truth in.”

    That house was built by the Poles when the site was being used as a military barracks [1919 – 1939].

    Rudolf Hoess said of it:

    “It originally belonged to the administrator of the Polish artillery. When I arrived in Auschwitz, the house was not quite finished. I had it fixed up, put in a garden around it. I had ten rooms, not considering the baths and kitchens. But they were small rooms, nothing very large or fancy.”

    The crematorium was a another Polish building; the Germans modified what was originally an ammunition bunker, and in 1944 they converted it again, this time into a air raid shelter. The Soviet-Poles reconverted it into a gas chamber cum crematorium in 1946 and built the chimney which stands next to the building.

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