The Hiding Place

This book reads like a novel but is non-fiction. Remembering that as I read it made everything even more horrific. And yet, the hope that Corrie ten Boom and especially her sister Betsie clung to throughout their lives and especially in the prison and extermination camps challenged me. How can people facing such horrors believe in a good and saving God when I struggle with it in my cushy life? I was also disturbed by how much of what happened back then seems to be repeating itself in present day. Maybe not in the same way, but with a lot of the same hate and distrust of others. What does it look like in my life to make sure we build a different world?