by Ryan Thurman
Greetings friends and family!
We continue to our journey of learning that we are simply human beings, enfolded in weakness and in hope, called together in Christ to change our world one heart at a time. We are in awe of all we have experienced these past eleven months and ask you to pray for us to finish these last two months strong! We return to Phoenix July 5th and look forward to reuniting with many of you!
Wittenberg 2017 Report
Last month the leadership team of Wittenberg 2017 gathered for a retreat in Trieb, Germany to plan the program for the meeting in November. We have been truly blessed in this effort. Our group is drawn from the Lutheran, Catholic, Anglican, Free Church, and Messianic Jewish streams of the body of Christ. God has granted us a ‘spirit of unity’ (Romans 15:5-6).
Life in Gozo
We have now been living here in Gozo for seven months! It has been a great experience. When we are not traveling and visiting team in mainland Europe and Turkey we have been focused on serving in a home church network in Malta and Gozo. We are also serving in the Anglican church both in Gozo and Malta, and serving in a developing ministry for Christian reconciliation. We have made many wonderful connections. During our time in Europe we have added new Antioch Network team members and been able to encourage and strengthen our existing team.
The kids have found their groove in homeschool, the girls are enjoying regularly volunteering at a horse farm. Micah has enjoyed being on a soccer team and Ethan has learned the art of stone sculpturing. We have also found many opportunities to express the ministry of hospitality to immigrants, ministry partners, and family.
The Days Ahead
We leave Gozo May 17th. We will be taking the van across to Sicily via ferry. We will then drive to Italy to stay with John 17 ministry partners outside of Caserta. Then we will drive to Rome to celebrate the Golden Jubilee with Wittenberg 2017 and John 17 team. These meetings will be from June 1st-June 4th
Following this we will connect with the rest of the John 17 leadership team to facilitate another meeting with Pope Francis. John 17 has invited fifty non-Catholic leaders from the U.S. to pray and fellowship with Pope Francis around the theme of Christian reconciliation. This will be June 5th-9th
Finally we will make our way to Germany and connect with George and Hanna Miley during last days in Germany, before returning to the Phoenix. We will help facilitate an Eifel Fellowship Gathering where both the Thurmans and Mileys will share updates on What God has been doing in Europe and also celebrate my 42nd Birthday!
-By Ryan Thurman
“I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live.”
"In Jesus’ resurrected presence, the invisible kingdom of God has become visible reality. The word has taken shape, love has become real. Jesus showed what love meant. His word and life proved that love knows no bounds. Love halts at no barrier. It can never be silenced, no matter what circumstances make it seem impossible to practice it. Nothing is impossible for the faith that springs from the fire of love."
"It is of crucial importance that the cross of Jesus Christ is in the center of our hearts – central to our calling, and central to our mission. The Lamb of God on the cross stands before the throne of God. (Rev. 5:6) The cross is the center of the universe. We must experience its meaning in its height, depth, and breadth as a mystical revelation through the Holy Spirit. It is not enough to believe it; we must ask God that we may be allowed to experience it in a living way."
-J. Heinrich Arnold
"The cross is not a defeat, but a victory. It is the dramatic reassertion of the fact that God’s love is sovereign, that the rulers of the world do not have the last word, that the kingdom of God has defeated the kingdom of Satan, that the kingdoms of the world have now become, in principle, the kingdom of our God, and of his Messiah: and he shall reign for ever and ever."
"Whoever enters discipleship enters Jesus’ death, and puts his or her own life into death; this has been so from the beginning. The cross is not the horrible end of a pious, happy life, but stands rather at the beginning of community with Jesus Christ."
"Easter comes out ringing in terms that we all hear if we seek to hear it, that the soul of man is immortal. Through the resurrection of Jesus Christ we have fit testimony that this earthly life is not the end, that death is just something of a turn in the road, that life moves down a continual moving river, and that death is just a little turn in the river, that this earthly life is merely an embryonic prelude to a new awakening, that death is not a period which ends this great sentence of life but a comma that punctuates it to more loftier significance. That is what it says. That is the meaning of Easter. That is the question that Easter answers – that death is not the end."
-Martin Luther King Jr.
We have a really special post to share with you all today, written by our dear friend Hanna Miley. When Hanna speaks, we lean in very closely to listen.
The Mileys continue to have a primary influence within our A2J fellowship.
Hanna lost both of her parents in the Holocaust. Together, she and George are active in the ministry of reconciliation, teaching & living out Christ’s power to shape forgiveness & healing in the inner life. (eifelfellowship.com)
Will you lean in and listen with us today?
By Hanna Miley
Frequently when we are together as a group seeking God’s direction, Hans-Peter, our good friend from Austria, suggests that we should trace the path of “the thin red line”. Speaking in his quiet tone, he says, “Look back and see how He has led, a thin red line will indicate the way ahead.”
Today, March 22, 2017, I scribble in a notebook as we drive through green, rolling Eifel hills toward Koblenz.
In the years between 2008 to 2012 while I was writing A Garland for Ashes: World War II, the Holocaust, and One Jewish Survivor’s Long Journey to Forgiveness, I attempted to research the story of my three aunts, my mother’s sisters, Johanna Schneider, Dorothea Schneider and Elisabeth Schneider. They lived in Koblenz and they died in the Holocaust. I have no photograph, only a letter and a postcard. The typed letter is dated 2, August 1939, signed by my Aunt Johanna and sent to England days after my arrival. She addresses my host family, shows loving concern for her niece Hannelore and expresses thankfulness to this English foster family and hinting at the emotional turmoil in our Jewish family.
And the hand-written postcard is from Tante Elisabeth. She writes with tenderness and concern. The card is addressed to my room in the Jewish hospital in Köln dated only days before I left Germany on the Kindertransport for safety in England.
With sadness I accepted the meagre facts that I could discover about their deportation and deaths in the east and yet a longing has remained with me over all these years…to grieve for them with greater understanding and somehow, to honor their memory.
In 2007 we settled in Dahlem, an Eifel village. In the following years we enjoyed visiting Café Harmonie, drinking coffee, eating homemade cake, and conversations with Conny, the owner.
As I prepared for the book reading at Kloster Arenberg in April 2016, I wondered, “Which section of Meine Krone in der Asche should I read, perhaps Koblenz? Why not read from Chapter 15 where I describe the memory of staying with my aunts as a small child and the taste and smells of breakfast in their Koblenz apartment, Markenbildchenweg 30.p.t.?”
At the end of the reading the questions and discussion focused on my aunts and how to deal with the past, Koblenz, and its former Jewish citizens.
Days later, we were introduced to the leader of the group working on the history of the Jews in Koblenz. We asked him, “How could Stolpersteine be placed for my three aunts?” His response was warm and sympathetic. And then, a long pause until March 21, 2017 when the thin red line became clearly visible, again. An email landed in our inbox. Bettina, the wife of Martin, who had arranged the book reading in Kloster Arenberg, wrote inviting us to join them the next day in Koblenz for the 75th Anniversary of the deportation to the East of the first Jews from Koblenz.
Liebe Hanna und lieber George,
Almost immediately we knew we were to say “yes!” and through God’s grace and the prayers of our intercessors we are now on the road to Koblenz.
Remembering our past experiences in Gemünd, Köln, Bonn, Lodz, and Chelmno, walking with Jesus, confronting past pain, in each situation we have been given German friends who have been God’s care-givers, ministers of light and grace in the bleakest darkness. And so, again in Koblenz, Martin and Bettina lovingly walked and stood with us on the evening of March 22, 2017, seventy-five years after the deportation of the first group of Jews from Koblenz. Three hundred thirty-eight men, woman, and children were ordered to assemble in the Gymnasium of the Freiherr-von-Stein-Schule with one suitcase weighing no more than 50 kilograms containing clothes, cooking and eating utensils, and food, everything else had to be surrendered.
Seventy-five years later we gather with more than 200 citizens of Koblenz in an open space behind the school that had largely survived the World War II bombing. We are standing on the same ground where the 338 Jews had slept one night on straw in the former Gymnasium.
Holding yellow stars and lit candles, we listen to a description of the circumstances and are invited to consider the emotions of the group assembled there in 1942. Were they depressed? Despairing? Or grasping a few tattered shreds of hope?
Uniformed men herded the group of Jews out of the school into Steinstrasse. Where were Johanna, Dora, and Elisabeth in the long line of 338 men, women, and children? Were they mourning the loss of their former way of life? Were they overcome with shame? Did they fear for their lives as they marched through the streets in broad daylight carrying their suitcases?
What about us? Police in cars and motor bikes accompany us making a path through the traffic. We follow the steps of the Jewish citizens toward Lützel Railway Station, used in 1942 for goods, not people.
We stop half-way at the old Jewish cemetery. We climb the steps and stand at the entrance of the prayer house, now a synagogue, used by the current Jewish congregation, mostly Russian Jews.
We listen to prayers in Hebrew and German. The sky darkens as the long line moves forward, slowly and quietly, over cobblestones and concrete, crossing the Mosel River bridge before snaking down the steps to Lützel station.
The crowd forms a silent semi-circle facing a microphone.
One by one, students steps forward to read from the list of names. The name of each human being is read slowly and with respect, entire families, children, mothers, fathers, grandparents. I wait for Johanna, Dorothea, and Elisabeth. The names are read alphabetically, Schneider comes toward the end. I can hardly take in the significance of each name being read exactly 75 years after they were herded into cattle cars. How can it be that I am present at this moment of time, the anniversary of my aunts’ goodbye to their hometown? The crowd holds yellow stars and flickering candles, they stand still and silent. Our deep emotion is tangible. No one moves. No one breaks the silence. We are bereft and without recourse.
I feel Jesus nudging me forward. I sense He is saying, “This is why I brought you here.” I approach the little group of organizers and ask if I can say a word of response because the names of my 3 aunts were read aloud. They eagerly lead me to the waiting microphone. Looking back, I marvel at the flow of words that were given to me, in German no less! I feel the crowd’s sense of relief as I thank them for honoring the memory of my 3 aunts and the other 335 Jews.
After the long march through the streets and standing in the cold, barren station, how can we walk all the way back to the beginning and find our parked car?
Martin runs back to the school. Bettina takes us to the nearby old Koblenz center for Abendessen. As we talk and eat the name Chemin Neuf is mentioned and we discover that all four of us have been spiritually blessed by Chemin Neuf and Gerold Jäger in Bonn.
Then our gracious friends drive us back to our waiting car.