Warsaw Jews being held at gunpoint by SS troops. Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, April 1943. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today is a day of memory. It is Holocaust Remembrance Day and by chance the anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto uprising.  Some 70 years ago, the Nazi’s planned to murder every last person in the Warsaw Ghetto on the holiday of Passover, and by doing so, prove that God had abandoned his people. It was a cruel game. Starved and exhausted, the inhabitants by some miracle learned ahead of time that this slaughter was going to happen, and beyond all comprehensible human endurance, pain and suffering, the inhabitants of the Ghetto found the strength to fight. Did they succeed? I don’t know if that question really matters,  when the world is against you for no other reason than you exist, you have to exist even harder.

But why remember when this happened so many years ago?  Man’s ability to commit horrific acts upon the world is timeless and without boundaries.

We remember to give value to lives stolen, we remember so they are never forgotten,  we remember because this horror can happen anywhere and anytime as long as man exists and wherever it can be found, we too must uprise against this evil.

We remember because it is too painful to forget.