Volume 16

November 2017

Issue 11 Page1


Table of Contents:

About this Ministry
   o Planning Team
   o Past Newsletters
   o Dorcas House on
        Facebook
   o Our Church's Web

 

Page 1:
  o
Excerpt from "The
      Hiding Place"
       Continued on:
        p.2 - p.3 - p.5 - p.6

 

Page 4:
  o Welcome to my
      Kitchen - Cathy
      Sifuentez
Mexican Chorizo Meatloaf

 

Excerpt from The Hiding
Place

by Corrie Ten Boom

"Life in Ravensbruck took place on two separate levels, mutually impossible. One, the observable, external life, grew every day more horrible. The other,the life we lived with God, grew daily better, truth upon truth, glory upon glory.
"Sometimes I would slip the Bible from its little (sack) with hands that shook, so mysterious had it become to me. It was new; it had just been written. I marveled sometimes that the ink was dry...I had read a thousand times the story of Jesus' arrest--how soldiers had slapped Him, laughed at Him, flogged Him. Now such happenings had faces and voices.
"Fridays--the recurrent humiliation of medical inspection. The hospital corridor in which we waited was unheated and a fall chill had settled into the walls. Still we were forbidden even to wrap ourselves in our own arms, but had to maintain our erect, hands-at-sides position as we filed slowly past a phalanx of grinning guards.
"How there could have been any pleasure in the sight of these stick-thin legs and hunger-bloated stomachs I could not imagine. Surely there is no more wretched sight than the human body unloved and uncared for.
"Nor could I see the necessity for the complete undressing: when we finally reached the examining room a doctor looked down each throat, another--a dentist presumably--at our teeth, a third in between each finger. And that was all. We trooped again down the long, cold corridor and picked up our X-marked dresses at the door.