14 February 1944

Dear Jesus,

    Why is the world dammed?

      Today a little Jewish boy, Eli, came into the infirmary. He was the same age as Brother. The medic soldiers pulled him from the rubble of the church that his family were in as a safe haven. German soldiers have been coming through this town destroying everything including churches. Nothing, there is nothing left?

    He was crying in pain, and I heard the doctors say there was nothing left to do for him all except to keep him comfortable and calm. I volunteered to sit with him and to keep him calm as best I could. I sang some songs to him and talked with him. During our conversation he told me everyone he loved, family and friends gone, dead; all because they were different!

    I told Eli a story, he loved it! The story my family loves, the one that kept me calm since I was little. The story of the King born in a manger, who is a servant to his people, I told him your story Jesus.

   Thank you for saving me. I pray Eli is happy with his family and friends, also I pray he is having fun with You. He is no longer suffering the pains of this war, the world has made.