In 1947 Corrie ten Boom was speaking in a church in Munich about how God forgives and throws our sins into the deepest sea. Afterward a balding man in a gray overcoat worked his way toward her, and she recognized him. He had been a guard at Ravensbrück, the concentration camp where she and her sister Betsie had been sent for hiding Jews, and where Betsie died. He told her he had become a Christian and knew God had forgiven him, but he wanted to hear it from her lips too. He held out his hand. Corrie stood there, wrestling. She remembered Jesus’ words about forgiving, and prayed for help. Woodenly she thrust her hand into his, and she felt warmth flood through her. “I forgive you, brother!” she cried.
