The words of Benedict XVI, in his first general audience on Wednesday after his resignation are very significant.
“…I am also thinking of Etty Hillesum, a young Dutch girl of Jewish origin who died in Auschwitz.”
A quotation from Etty Hillesum. from her Diaries is very special.
– “There is a strange little melody inside me that sometimes cries out for words, But through inhibition, lack of self-confidence, laziness, and goodness knows what else, that tune remains stifled, haunting me from within. Sometimes it wears me out completely. And then again it fills me with gentle, melancholy music.”
Thankfully that little melody inside her found expression in her diaries. In her diaries, Etty evokes her spiritual evolution through a deep look inward.
At first far from God, she discovered “Him” looking deep within her and she wrote:
“There is a really deep well inside me. And in it dwells God. Sometimes I am there, too. But more often stones and grit block the well, and God is buried beneath. Then he must be dug out again”
In her disrupted, restless life she found God in the very midst of the great tragedy of the 20th century: the Shoah. (Holocaust).This frail and confused young woman, transfigured by faith, became a woman full of love and inner peace who was able to declare: “I live in constant intimacy with God.”
In a time when many people are turning away from established religions to find their own path Etty Hillesum speaks for them. She belonged to neither a church or synagogue. She made an extraordinary spiritual journey during one of the most dangerous times in twentieth century history.
As a Jew in Nazi occupied Holland, her path was somewhat unconventional. However, the conclusions and realisations she reached are incredible considering her circumstances. Her spiritual development and subsequent maturity took place during such a short period of time 1941-43 and this unfolds in her diaries and letters. Etty was 28 when she volunteered … imagine it, volunteered … to accompany thousands of Jews who had been arrested in Amsterdam into the Westerbork transit camp, their last stop before Auschwitz. For a while, she was able to travel back and forth to Amsterdam, as a privileged worker for the Jewish Council, but she refused the offers of friends to take her into hiding. Her final letters describe in heart-breaking detail this community for whom time was running out … every Tuesday a freight train was dispatched packed with men, women, babies, children, the old, the sick, 1000 people a week.
She describes the wild lupins surrounding the camp; the madness of camp concerts as famous cabaret stars literally sang for their lives in front of the commandant; the desperation of a frightened young boy who ran to hide when his call-up came and inadvertently brought retribution on many others. Mostly what sings out is the humanity and dignity that can survive against all odds. Etty Hillesum began her diary in 1941, nine months after Hitler invaded her home country of the Netherlands. The record she kept for the next two years contains arresting personal reflections and chronicles her social, intellectual, and – most significantly – spiritual growth. (I have her complete Diaries)
In addition to her ongoing search for God and truth, one of the most noted and instructive features of Etty’s development was her recognition of, and her struggle, to overcome, the disorder within her own being. It was her success in finally transcending her own sense of captivity within that allowed her to rise above the cruel and fearsome circumstances without. Indeed, in the midst of the Nazi Holocaust, Etty’s writings reveal a woman who celebrated life and remained an undaunted example of courage, sympathy, and compassion.
Archbishop Rowan Williams in one of his books makes the observation that some people take responsibility for making God credible in the world. Etty Hillesum is one of those unique souls who does just that for me. There is no doubt but Etty Hillesum is one of the most illuminating and remarkable believers of the 20th century. She was a young Jewish woman in her twenties when the Nazi’s occupied Holland.
As I have said previously, she wasn’t a conventional believer such as one might meet in a church or synagogue. Her diaries written between 1941 to 1943 during this dreadful period in the history of Holland and its people show how she became more and more aware of God’s influence on her life. Unlike the majority of thinking people who might have been drawn towards atheism, Etty discovered God. She died at Auschwitz in the gas chambers in November 1943. She was only 29. Her life was one of concern and love for her fellow humans and this included those who committed the terrible crimes against her people.
When I read Etty’s Diaries I was very struck by the way she gradually moved from bohemian erotic entanglements towards God, writing “I am a girl learning how to kneel” (on her bathroom floor, as it happened.) If I recall, fairly early on on her Diaries she was aware that, as a Jew, her time for internment would come – but she does not try to evade it, or escape. At Westerbork she relates the anecdote of a young man whose name was not called out for one of the weekly train journeys towards death – but he got on the cattle truck anyway. When told that his name wasn’t (yet) on the list, he replied “I, not you, will choose when I am to die.” In Holland two years ago I visited Camp Vught, near Eindhoven, where Jews and others were also held, and where many were shot. Corrie ten Boom, the great Lutheran evangelist, was held there before being sent, along with her sister, to Ravensbruck, from where she had an almost miraculous escape.
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Francis,her affair with Julius Speir was a strange one. In her first letter to him she writes.
“I have known you now for half a year. You funny, dear, terrible man, chased by world history into our small country…You have been a colossal invasion of the life of many Dutch women. You have taught us that love for all is more beautiful than love for one…I grow and mature through my inner confrontations with you, though sometimes the going is hard believe me.
There’s little doubt that he had an enormous influence on her.
The postcard she threw from the train. “We left the camp singing – the goods wagons are not all that bad.” The postcard was picked up on the railway line near Nieweschans.
It took me the best part of a year to read the complete diaries. I looked up all the references. I don’t know if you can understand this Francis, but it was almost as if I was in love with her. She occupied my mind and heart day and night.
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I completely understand this; it happens the same with me over certain authors. Some writers convey such a zest for life and such sympathetic ‘communion’ with the Spirit that one does seek to enter their world-view and to become at one with them. I have to find a spiritual quality to the writing though.
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Thought I’d take this time to give you a couple of kudos for your last two articles at the Catholic Herald. Rutler and Hildebrand are probably not read enough and both are worth the time to do so. Glad you picked Transformation in Christ as your latest read as it is arguably the best thing that Hildebrand wrote.
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Thank you Scoop. I have not read much von Hildebrand so I am glad to have your assessment of this book. For your interest, my next blog for the Herald will be an interview with Father Rutler who is, as you say, always worth reading.
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Indeed he is. I have used his little book, The Seven Ages of Man: Meditations on the Last Words of Christ, a number of times for my Good Friday meditations.
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Idont think my old friend good brother MALCOLM would mind me hijacking his post. I was watching a you tube vid of “oh come let us adore him” service with pipe organ. I didn’t care about the religion. I just wanted to see how the organist handled the tune. You see, I play pipe organ, also. The end of the work had some costume waving a cage of incense over a table with some trinkets on it. Ive learned enough from my friends here to maybe differentiate between catholic and Anglican. Both are going to hell when they die. But I think the service wasn’t catholic church service. But what does it matter? Every one attending is going to wake up in hell. The costume waved this incense over the table in different positions. Definitely some kind of pre arranged ritual. Im thinking it is the Babylonian religion of Nimrod. No, im sure it is Nimrods religion. You cathol aND ANGLO CATHOL FOLLOWERS NEED TO TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOUR RELIGIONS. Good news is, Jesus stands at your door.
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