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A good poor man is better than
a good rich man because he has to resist more temptations.
-
Plato, 428-347 B.C.
In 1945, when the Allies were engaged in wrapping up World War II and busy entering Berlin (the Russians from Germany’s eastern borders and the rest of the Allies from Rome and Germany’s western borders) there were many people fleeing the country to get out of the way of the conquering armies. All kinds of refugees were crossing the borders … civilians as well as soldiers. Many of the refugees, if not most, apparently could no longer present to the border officials any decent I.D. documents, personal papers or passports intact, as the department responsible for the issuing of such documents had long since collapsed as the Nazis were fleeing and Heinrich Himmler, the Gestapo-chief responsible for the issuing of passports, himself was on the run from the Allies.
Himmler
had, in the meantime, disguised himself as an ordinary German soldier and was trying
to cross a British border-post with a falsified passport when he was finally recognised and captured. A few days later
he swallowed a cyanide capsule and died, escaping the Nuremberg-trials just
like his colleagues Adolf
Hitler, Joseph
Goebbels and Hermann
Göring (among others) eventually would.
All over Germany and Europe surviving Nazis were being rounded up and sent to the cells in Nuremberg to await the trials.
But
how was Himmler captured? How did the
British sentries and officials recognise him?
The answer is nothing short of a ‘miracle’ … but a miracle-in-reverse. Bear in mind that many (if not most) of the
refugees were crossing borders probably in tatters with their identity documents
and passports etc. virtually in shreds or in some dilapidated condition or another. The irony with the ‘privileged’ Himmler was
that, as the head of the department responsible for the issuing of passports,
he could arrange a last-minute, albeit desperate, issuance of a new bogus passport
for himself in the comfort of his own HQ … a brand-new, fresh from the
printing-press document in five-star mint-condition.
Technically speaking it
was a perfect document. There were no
mistakes and no errors; it was absolutely above board, except for his alias, of
course. And that was what nailed him … the nice-looking passport. When incredulous British border-officials saw
the immaculate document they understandably got suspicious and eventually
recognised him as one of the kingpins most wanted by the Allies.
Now
the last thing I want to do is equate Christ with Himmler, but the analogy I
want to introduce is that, when Jesus Christ was crucified, He was crucified as
the only bona fide substitute or replacement
for the rest of hell-deserving mankind. Satan would then not have crucified
any of us even had we volunteered to … our ‘passports’ were in tatters, our
credentials non-existent. In the eyes of
the great dragon of the Book of Revelation, Jesus of Nazareth, as the Lamb of God to be slain for
the sins of the world, was the only holder of a decent, respectable, valid, authenticated
passport, a passport so perfect that it distinguished Him absolutely from the
rest of the world.
In
the end, when push came to shove, it was this perfect passport that nailed Him to the
cross. Jesus paid it all, so that
miserable dregs like us could, with our clothes in tatters and clutching the useless, derelict
‘visas’ of our own self-righteousness in our greasy little paws, still
anyway cross the borders of the spiritual holocaust of damnation into the marvellous
light of His kingdom. I do not know
about you, but I have no merit of my own to present in defence of my past, my life and my soul. Thank God … Jesus paid it all.
(Elvina M. Hall, 1820-1889/John T. Grape,
1835-1915)
I
hear the Savior say,
“Thy
strength indeed is small!
Child
of weakness, watch and pray,
Find
in Me thine all in all.”
Lord,
now indeed I find
Thy
pow’r and Thine alone,
Can
change the leper’s spots
And
melt the heart of stone.
For
nothing good have I
Whereby
Thy grace to claim ‒
I’ll
wash my garments white
In
the blood of Calvry’s Lamb.
And
when before the throne
I
stand in Him complete,
“Jesus
died my soul to save,”
My
lips shall still repeat.
CHORUS
Jesus
paid it all,
All
to Him I owe;
Sin
had left a crimson stain ‒
He
washed it white as snow.
Piet
Stassen
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Bibliography
1. Andrews, Allen (1969)
Quotations
For Speakers And Writers. Newnes
Books. Hamlyn Publishing Group Ltd.
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