The howl in my heart
Judy Clinton reflects on a Holocaust memorial service
Several weeks ago I attended a memorial service for the Holocaust and other genocides. The tabernacle was packed with adults and children from different faiths and none, all drawn for one reason or another to the purpose of the service: to acknowledge the horror of genocides of the past (and still hideously present in our world today), to pray, and to consider together how such things might be healed and how to reduce the chances of them happening in the future. The grim statistics of those killed through genocide were interwoven with poems, readings, songs, prayers and an address, which expressed both the horror of such atrocious killings and a heartfelt longing for healing and peace.
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