Saint Maxmilian Kolbe – Martyr of Auschwitz

August 4, 2009

Saint Maxmilian Kolbe

Auschwitz – Roll Call of Hell

On May the 28th, 1941, Father Maxmilian, although suffering seriously from tuberculosis, was transported along with 320 other prisoners, to Auschwitz.  He was treated no better because he was a Religious.  Rather, they were harsher on the Religious, taking some kind of delight, determining how much torture they could take before cracking.

Father Maxmilian was given a number, 16670; he was assigned to block 17.  The guards pushed, kicked and beat Father when he was too ill to walk.  He struggled, as he tried to haul the wheel barrels full of gravel, they needed to build the crematorium walls.  Oh, they were not past using prisoners to build their own means of torture or death.

No matter how they brutalized him, how they tried to humiliate him, the could not force Father into hating them.  He had so much love in his eyes, they made him lower his eyes so they wouldn’t have to look into them.

Auschwitz or the Death Camp, as it was more commonly called, was originally to be for the extermination of Jews.  Then, the Third Reich added to their Martyred number: the Danish, French, Greek, Spanish, Flemish, Yugoslavian, German, Norwegian, Russian, Rumanian, Hungarian, Italian  and Polish undesirables, whose only crime was they were leaders or intellectuals.

Although its horror was not singularly its own, it had the reputation of being the most efficient of all the concentration camps, building up to a record of exterminating 3500 enemies of the state in 24 hours.  They became so good at their job, the sign above the entrance gate reading “Work makes one free,” they were capable of killing prisoners on arrival.  Many they did; others they saved for slave labor; others they had fun with; their action: to degrade, to see how low they could make a human stoop with enough torture.

I think, the saddest testimony I ever heard was from a survivor of the concentration camps.  He told how parents would have their children go before them, into the showers (the Nazis jokingly called the gas chambers), so they would not be frightened, the parents reassuring them, it was all right, they would be following.

A fellow prisoner testified that nothing they did to Father Maxmilian could break his spirit.  He would lift up the other victims, repeating:

“No, No, these Nazis will not kill our souls, since we prisoners distinguish ourselves quite definitely from our tormentors;  they will not be able to deprive us of the dignity of our Catholic belief.  We will not give up.  And when we die, then we die pure and peaceful, resigned to God in our hearts.”

He infuriated the Nazis as he worked to keep the Poles and the European Jews from being reduced into groveling animals, turning on each other.  To punish him, the guards would save the most demeaning work for him.  At one time, they even set their vicious dogs on him.

They used Father to carry corpses to the crematorium.  A former prisoner testified: one time, when he (the prisoner) was asked to carry a young man’s horribly ravaged body, his ripped open stomach, evidence of just part of the torture he’d suffered before dying, he was so repulsed by the sight, he did not have the strength or the stomach to lift him.  Then he heard a gentle voice, hardly above a whisper: “Let us take him.” As they carried the young man to the crematorium, he could hear the prisoner helping him, “Holy Mary, pray for us.” Father Maxmilian was calling to his Mother, and as She did with Her Son Jesus as He carried His Cross, Her eyes sustained him.

One day, Father fell under the weight of the wood he was carrying.  Face down, in the mud, unable to get up, the picture I see before me is, again, the one of Jesus on the way of the Cross, when He fell the third time.  Was that the picture before Father Maxmilian?  Was that how he was able to get up?  With his last ounce of strength, each day, he carried his sufferings, taking on the sins of his jailers upon his wounded body, as his Jesus before him.  He said over and over again:

“For Jesus Christ, I am prepared to suffer still more.”

But soon, they beat his weary, broken body to such a point of breaking, he landed, more dead than alive, in a hospital.  His tuberculosis got so bad, he was, again, like Jesus before him, dying of asphyxiation, unable to breath.  They determined he had pneumonia.

His face had begun to show the scars of his mistreatment, and his voice, betrayed by the dryness from too much heat and too little water, was robbing him of his speech.  But yet, a fellow Priest testified, he was an inspiration to everyone.  He was never too weary, too tired, too broken, too sick to hear confessions.

He was happy to be in the hospital because so many there needed a Priest.  One of the prisoners had somehow gained the trust of the guards and they would let him out.  He would return, hiding food under his clothes, which he shared with the other prisoners.

One day, he sneaked in some hosts.  Now, it was immediate execution, if a Priest was caught celebrating Holy Mass.  Even those men, who had become monsters, knew the Power of Jesus.  Father took the hosts, said the words of consecration and he brought Jesus in the Holy Eucharist, the Bread of Life, to his fellow patients.  He celebrated Holy Mass not once but twice.  At times, he took what little bread he had and consecrated it, distributing the Lord to all.  But, he never would accept any of the other prisoners rations, saying “You need them.  You must live.” Father Maxmilian, Priest!  When he left the hospital, he was assigned to Cell Block 14.

A prisoner escaped!  The shrill sound of the alarm pierced the still, dark night.  The prisoners lay frozen, praying they would not be part of those chosen to be executed.  According to the barbaric law of the camp, when one inmate escaped, ten men from his cell were chosen to starve to death, in the underground bunker.  They rounded up all the prisoners and had them stand at attention, for three hours, in the prison yard.  Then, they marched them in to have their meager supper, all that is but the men of block 14!  Instead, they were forced to helplessly look by, as their rations were dumped into the canal.

The next day, they were lined up in the scorching sun, as the rest of the prisoners went off to work.  They were given nothing to drink or eat.  Their condition became so unbearable, many of them collapsed and not even the guards’ brutal beatings could arouse them.  They just dumped them, one on top of another, in a heap.

As night approached, the rest of the prisoners came back.  They were lined up, facing those of block 14, so they

could witness what happens when someone escapes.  They stood there, helpless to ease the fear they saw in their fellow inmates eyes, as they stared across at them.  And then, the dreaded announcement: “Since the fugitive has not been found, ten of you are condemned to death.”  Commander Fritsch took delight as he passed back and forth, before the prisoners of block 14.

He could see the fear in their eyes; he could read their minds, Oh God, don’t let it be me.

“Good-by, friends; we will meet again where there is justice,” was joined by another sobbing, “Long live Poland!”  “Good-by! Good-by, my dear wife; good-by, my dear children, already orphans of your father,” cried out Sergeant Francis Gajowniczek.

A prisoner from block 14 stepped out of the lineup.  It was Father Maxmilian!  He had been assigned to block 14, had endured all the torture and was still standing.  He walked slowly and calmly toward the commandant.  He stopped in front of Fritsch.  The sight was blinding!  There was a hush that went through the men lined up.  No one, in the history of the camp, had ever done anything like this before.

They stared; they tried to take their eyes away, but they couldn’t or wouldn’t.  Suddenly they were not afraid of this man who reduced men to animals; he no longer posed a threat.  The man before him, chest caved in, little more than hanging flesh on thin bones, had the upper hand.  The commander was stunned, frozen.  Was he afraid at what or Who it was, he saw?  Did he remember from a thousand lifetimes ago, his mother telling him about the Savior who gave His life for him?

Here was a man who had traded his God in for a lie and he looked frightened.  Facing him, was one who death could have no victory over, one who dared to love Him with all his heart, mind and soul, totally abandoning himself to Him.  He had loved others through Him, in Him, with Him, even this monster in front of him.  This one who so exemplified the Sacrificial Lamb who died, forgiving them, saying “They know not what they do”, frightened him!

The commander found his voice; regaining his composure, he barked, “What does this Polish pig want?”

Father Maxmilian, pointing toward Sergeant Francis Gajowniczek, answered:

“I am a Polish Catholic Priest; I am old; I want to take his place because he has a wife and children…”

Father Maxmilian was 47 years old!

The underground bunker, block 11, was a chamber of horror.  It was closed in by a wall twenty-one feet high; prisoners were to have no communication from the outside.  Upon entering, inmates knew they would only leave as corpses, on their way to the crematorium.  Only a few Poles came in any kind of contact with the bunker, those who the Nazis needed, to carry out bodies and etc.  This is how we have any idea of what went on.

They led Father and the other nine to bunker 11.  They stripped them of all their clothing and left them, sneering,  “We will dry you up like tulips!”  A Pole later testified: when they went down to the bunkers, it sounded as if the Angels were accompanying the prisoners singing hymns to Jesus and  Mary; instead of curses, the Rosary and Litanies of prayers resounded through the dungeons, petitioning God for mercy in what He would give them and thanking Him for what He had given them.  The other bunkers, having joined the little Priest in bunker 11 were heard echoing his love song to Mary and Her Son Jesus.  They were so immersed in their praise and worship, they often did not hear the guards until they shouted at them to be quiet!

When the door opened, the prisoners pitifully begged for some water and bread.  Those who were strong enough to make it over to the door were kicked in the stomach, and when they fell, if they did not die, they were shot right there.  Conditions got so bad, the prisoners drank their own urine (as was evidenced by the empty and dry pails that had been left for them to relieve themselves).

Father encouraged the other innocent prisoners not to give up hope, to pray that the escaped prisoner would be found and they would be freed.  For himself, he asked nothing.  He even got to the guards, who came in each day to check up on the prisoners.  They had never experienced such love and compassion.  For some, it was more than they could handle; was he showing them what man could be like, according to God’s plan?  They called him a real gentleman.

Father Maxmilian lived longer than the rest, consoling them and praying with them until they mercifully gave up their last breath.  Two weeks passed; prisoners died one after the other.  At the end of the third week, there were four left; Father Maxmilian was one of them!  So, needing the bunker for more prisoners, they called in the director of the hall of the sick, the infamous and wicked Boch.  He lifted the arms of the prisoners left.  As they looked up at him, helplessly, he injected them with poisonous acid.

One of the Poles testified he had been with the Nazi officers in the block.  He saw Father Maxmilian, a prayer on his lips, love and forgiveness in his eyes, hold out his left arm to the killers.  He said he couldn’t stand it anymore and he (the Pole) left, with the pretense he had work to do.  When he returned, he found Father Maxmilian sitting, his body leaning against the wall, his beautiful eyes open, and his head bent to the left side.  He did not look as if he had died a horrible death.  He was radiant, he looked serene as if he had fallen asleep or was just dreaming with his eyes open.  He was beautiful!  When You died, Jesus, You died that all men could live, once and for all.  Now, another son was called to give up his life that a man could live and that son, Your brother Father Maxmilian Mary Kolbe said “yes!”

Father Maxmilian died on the vigil of the Feast of the Assumption of our and his Lady into Heaven.  What the world, with the world’s eyes, saw was an emaciated body brutally tortured, wasted away, desecrated by his forced nakedness – more bones than flesh.  But witnesses testified when they saw him, he was shrouded in a flood of light, almost transfigured.  He looked as if he were in ecstasy. Had Jesus and Mary come to accompany him home?

It was Friday, August the 15th; men came for his body and placed it in a box.  It was taken to the ovens.

“Martyrs – They Died for Christ

Saint Edith Stein – Teresa Blessed by the Cross

July 24, 2009
Saint Edith Stein

Saint Edith Stein

Edith Stein was born in Poland on October 12, 1891.  Her parent were Jewish.  She was a brilliant student.  When she turned seventeen, she entered a Girl’s High School in Breslau.  At the same time, in another part of Germany, another teenager – Adolph Hitler was failing an entrance exam to the Academy of Arts and already blaming it all on the Jews.  Two teenagers – one a Saint and the other damned to Hell for all eternity.

God placed her (Edith) among Jewish intellectuals who had become Christians.  Although she considered herself an atheist, she found herself seeking truth, and she later wrote that anyone seeking truth is in reality longing to find God, whether he knows it or not.

Meanwhile, Hitler in 1919 was writing, in his first manifesto: Because of the crimes the Jews had committed, they were to be removed from their midst.  [On January 20, 1942, in Berlin there was a conference attended by high ranking officials of the Third Reich.  It was decided 11,000,000 Jews were to be exterminated.]

Most of her friends had converted to the Lutheran Faith, and it is believed what held her up from converting was, she really did not know which Church she should join.  When she read St. Teresa of Avila’s autobiography, she said that she knew this was the truth, that the Catholic Church contained the Truth, our Lord Jesus Christ, Himself.  Edith walked the difficult path between her loyalty to her mother and Judaism, and her growing awareness of this God Who was growing inside her.  January 1, 1922, Edith Stein was baptized.

January 30, 1933, Adolf Hitler became Reich Chancellor of Germany.  Edith Stein could have fled from Germany, as many German Jews had.  Instead, she chose to go to the Cross for her people.  She had spoken to her Savior and told Him that she recognized it was His Cross that the Jewish people were being made to carry.  She wrote:”Those who understand must accept it with all their heart, for those who do not understand.”

On the Feast Day of St. Teresa of Avila, October 14, 1933, Edith Stein entered the Carmel in Cologne.  She took the Religious name “Teresa Benedicta a Cruce”, Teresa Blessed by the Cross. She shared with her Spiritual Director that she chose the name because it represented the one who had led her into the Church and the Carmel, St. Teresa, and the role that she chose: to her Lord through the Cross.  She offered up her life for not only the persecuted (the Jews) but the persecutors (the Nazis).  She felt that if she did not pray and offer her life for the immortal souls of the Nazis, and for the remission of their sins, as the Savior had done for all mankind, who would?

Edith Stein took her first vows in 1935.  When asked how she felt, she replied “Like the Bride of the Lamb”. The Nazis marched into the Rhineland, and with them Hell!

1936 was to be a year of pain and joy.  When her mother died of cancer, and Edith could not be with her, she thought surely she too would die.  Not even the joy of celebrating the Feast Day of the Exaltation of the Cross and her renewing her vows, could stop the ache in  her heart.  Her sister Rosa was baptized that Christmas.

As Hitler and his forces of destruction spread to Austria in March of 1938 and on to the Sudetenland in September, Edith Stein was taking her final vows.  In April of 1938, when she stood before the altar of God and her whole community, she abandoned herself totally to our Lord through His Mother.

Often she was spotted praying before the picture of Our Lady of Sorrows.  It was not that she was praying for suffering.  We believe that she knew that one day she was to walk that Way of the Cross with Mother Mary and her Son.  She believed that only by standing with Mother Mary at the foot of the Cross, your eyes on the Crucified, can you win souls for Jesus.

She wrote that, like Queen Esther, she was ready to give her life for her people.  It was the beginning of the end; synagogues were torched, the Jews’ homes and businesses demolished.  They didn’t know what to do!  It was mass havoc and desolation. Parents tried to keep their fear from their children.   They were like people sleep-walking.  They never, for one moment, thought this could happen!  Thirty to forty thousand Jews were sent to concentration camps on that infamous day when God held His Face in His Hands and cried.

Edith Stein feared for the lives of the Nuns at the Carmel where she was, so on December, 1933 she left for the Carmel in Echt, Holland.

June of 1939, Edith Stein wrote her last will and testament.  She joyfully and peacefully offered herself as a sacrifice: “for the Glory of God, for the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary, for the intentions of Mother Church, for peace in the world and the salvation of the German nation, and for her family both living and dead.”

September 1, 1939, Hitler invaded Poland.  The rest of Europe turned its face away, as Hitler took country after country; they made excuses for the evacuation of Jews, and the enslavement of Czechoslovakia, Austria, and the Sudetenland.

Edith Stein’s sister Rosa came to the Carmel in Echt, in 1940.  She desired, like her sister, to become a Religious.  But before she could become a Carmelite Nun, Hitler invaded Holland in May of 1940.  Therefore, she became a Third Order Carmelite.  September 1st of 1941, both sisters were ordered by the Gestapo to wear a yellow star of David, inscribed “Jew”.  It didn’t matter that they were converts to Catholicism.

When Hitler started his persecution of the Jews, all the Christian churches protested.  They were warned that if they continued speaking out against the treatment of the Jews, Jewish converts would be rounded up and placed in Concentration Camps.  All the Christian denominations ceased, at once.  All the Churches that is but the Roman Catholic Church.  And so, the persecution spread to Priests, Bishops, and Religious, those who had converted and those who dared defend them.  Edith and her sister were required to report to the Gestapo periodically.

The prioress of the Carmel wrote to Le Pequier Carmel in Switzerland, requesting they admit Edith and Rosa.  The Carmel only had room for Edith and she would not leave her sister behind.  Eventually the Carmel found a place for Rosa, a home for Third Order Carmelites near Le Pequier.  They had only to await permission from the Dutch authorities.

July 1, 1942, the Nazis decreed that Jewish Catholic children were no longer permitted to go to Catholic schools. The Bishops in Holland wrote a pastoral letter to be read at all Masses, protesting this treatment of innocent children.  They also came out strongly against the deportation of Jews from their native land.  It was read at all Masses on July 26th.  On August the 2nd, the Nazis ordered all Dutch Jews, converted to Catholicism, be arrested!   Edith Stein and her sister were picked up that evening.  Edith was heard saying to her sister Rosa:

“Come let us go for our people.”

Feast Day August 9

Reference: “Martyrs – They Died for Christ”

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