Jan De Hartog writes about his skepticism to accept the faith of his parents in the face of modernity. Jan witnessed endless atrocities during is adolescent years of WWII. When his mother falls ill after living a fruitful life of service to the Lord, it is then that he realize his heritage of faith. I was moved by his mother’s words in response to his question:
When I asked her how she had managed to do all this, she answered evasively,
“Oh, when you really need it, you get help.”
“What Help?” I asked, discouraged, because there we went again, with the Hound of Heaven baying on our traces.
“Just: help,” she said. “A strength, a power, that enables you to forget about yourself.”
The book is about Jan learning to forget about him self while his mother is dying. Lord God give me strength to forget about myself, is my prayer.
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