The Survivor

This morning, I read an account of a Holocaust survivor named Rose Price, and it touched me so much. I encourage you to take a few moments and read her incredible story and how she came to faith in Jesus as her Messiah. Your faith will be strengthened. God is truly amazing...

Here is a beginning excerpt...

Rose Price's story:
I am a survivor of Hitler’s Holocaust. My family, which lived in a little city in Poland, was warm and caring. We looked out for one another. My relatives lived within walking distance of each other, so if it rained and you ducked into the nearest house, you were always in the home of a cousin or an aunt or uncle.

My upbringing was very Orthodox. My mother instilled in me that Judaism was life. I never knew the difference between a high holiday or a low holiday. A holiday was a holiday. Every Shabbat (Sabbath) was even celebrated as a holiday.

My mother and my grandmother would start getting ready for the Shabbat on Wednesday, baking challa (bread). On Friday they prepared the fish and the chicken soup and made the noodles. In the afternoon we would take a cholent—a one-pot dish with meat, vegetables, and potatoes—to the baker to cook. We would take special baths and dress in our finest clothes. The table was all set in beautiful white linen and whatever silver we had.

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