In much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain. -Ecclesiastes 1:18 NASB
The Witch of Buchenwald
Ilse Koch was the wife of Karl Koch, commandant of the notorious Buchenwald Nazi concentration camp during World War II. Not content to be a quiet military wife, Ilse immersed herself in a decadent lifestyle at the camp. The Kochs lived lavishly at Buchenwald, eating and drinking and partying as prisoners around them starved. It was reported that she and her husband even hosted orgies for the SS guards.
Ilse soon became an SS Aufseherin, or overseer. She was a reputed sadist who was so cruel that she was dubbed the “Bitch of Buchenwald,” a corruption of the German Die Hexe van Buchenwald, “Witch of Buchenwald.” She enjoyed tormenting prisoners as she rode around the camp on her horse.
She had a special fascination with tattoos. She singled out prisoners whose tattoos caught her eye and ordered them killed by the SS guards. Their skins were tanned, from which she had custom lampshades, book covers, and gloves made for her. She was reportedly especially fond of a purse made of human skin. Another of her hobbies was collecting shrunken human heads.
Waste not, want not.
It took a world war to rip the facade from a regime so brutal that it still shocks the conscience of civilized nations. When the nearby town of Weimar, Germany, was liberated by Allied forces, General Patton forced its citizens to march past the piles of corpses, the crematoria, and the grisly body organ samples from Buchenwald. A holocaust happened in their land as they looked the other way.
See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.
For years I wondered how the world could not know what was happening in Nazi Germany. Now I understand. They chose not to see.
Knowledge is painful.
It tears at our hearts, our souls, and our conscience. It brings us to our knees and confers upon us the responsibility to act. And it makes us vulnerable to loss, to retribution, to the criticism of others.
It’s so much easier to live in ignorance.
The recent videos exposing the thriving business behind the abortion industry have ripped off the facade of “women’s health.” It revealed what we guessed at but didn’t want to acknowledge:
Once a person is declared non-viable, nothing is sacred.
Today, people are being harvested for their organs and tissue. It’s big business, it’s the next logical step, and it’s been done before.
Waste not, want not.
Will we stand with the citizens of Weimar one day and be forced to look upon the injustice that swirled around us as we busied ourselves with distractions that conveniently hid the truth? Will we weep then for the lives we could have saved if only we had spoken up?
Or will we open our eyes now to seek out the wisdom of God?
Are we willing to discover what breaks His heart? Do we have the courage to embrace the pain?
If we can do this, we can become His hands and His feet and His voice on behalf of a new generation who is perishing.