Have them drop their pants. Then we will know who is a kike and who is not.” It took only a moment, but soon all the men were standing, their bodies trembling, their knees shaking. One by one, they removed their underwear. Von Strassen shone his flashlight at their private parts. Three were found to be circumcised – a father, his teenage son, and his six-year-old son. “Away with them,” Von Strassen spat. “Send them to Auschwitz.

What an honor to be chosen to care for God’s chosen people.” Luc reflected on that for the next few days. He hadn’t really thought about it as an honor. It just seemed the right thing to do. The Bible commanded him to love his neighbors. Weren’t these his neighbors, even if they didn’t believe the same things he believed?

Or maybe he should always just expect the worst. Most often he would be right, and the few times he was not, at least he would be pleasantly surprised.

Skepticism in the face of even the most impressive intelligence analysis was not only justified but essential. Groupthink, by contrast, was dangerous, especially when it came to national security. Too.

I want you to tell them my little story, and then tell them the good news-that when you know Christ, you know there’s something better coming.

It was now clear that the little town of Sedan – with a population of less than eighteen thousand people – was one of the Germans’ first targets. How long would it take them to overrun and consume the town? How long would it be until everyone was dead or a prisoner of war? Once the Nazis controlled the bridges across the Meuse River, they could pour their forces into France, annihilate her armies, and march on Paris. How long would it take them to occupy and enslave the entire country?

I thought of Matt. I thought of Yael. I thought of the decision I’d made on the plane to finally accept what I already knew in my heart to be true. I thought of the verse about what true love looks like – laying down your life for others.

He felt as though every molecule in his body were shaking. Evil was on the march, and though everyone around him seemed bound and determined not to believe it, there was no question in his mind the Nazis were coming for them, for the people of France, all of them, with all their murderous fury, and he desperately feared the bloodbath that was coming with the jackboots and the broken cross.

What do you mean?” his father said. Jacob heard Avi get up, followed by the sound of the shades being drawn. “I think we need to leave Germany.” “Not this again. That’s ludicrous.” “No, it’s not. We need to leave soon – now, before this gets any worse.” The argument that ensued that night was as intense as any Jacob had ever heard between his father and uncle. At one point, it got so heated that Dr. Weisz ordered Jacob to go up to his room, a cozy little nook in the attic.

A proud man, Dr. Weisz had initially turned down the offer. He was a scholar, not a tradesman or a clerk. This was Germany. He was lettered. He would teach. He would write. He would publish and support his family along the way. But soon it became painfully obvious that these were no longer options for Jews in Germany. How Uncle Avi continued to own and run several businesses, Jacob had never understood. He dared not ask. He was simply grateful.