Drinking Cup

So today's my 22nd birthday and in light of my birthday, I went to an all-day seminar on Death and Dying.

The prof of this seminar was a fun-loving storyteller of life experiences. He was such a grandfather figure and his stories about life made the seminar so worth attending. [His Hungarian accent was fun too.]While there were many stories of laughter, others just captured the unspeakable value of God-given human life.

One such story arose in a quieter moment of the seminar.

I want to share it with you, in his own words;

'There was a bunch of Jews and they were taken off to the Holocaust and killed....

And the people were coming back and getting more.

And there was a boy ...

and we took him and took a drinking cup of water ....

and he was screaming because he didn't know what we were doing....

But we baptised him. We said the words and all....

And we ran down the road to the priest and we told him we baptised him and he gave out a certificate of baptismal right then and there...

He signed it right away and handed it to us...

And he wasn't taken off to the Holocaust...

All he had to have was proof that he wasn't a Jew...

..... that priest handed out a lot of certificates.....'