Again I prayed — and I could not hate him, I wanted him to give me a small piece of biscuit, not to eat, but that I might look at it and think of my children but he ate everything. He cursed me.
"I said, 'You are a poor man, camp commandant, and I am rich, because I believe in God and am saved by the precious blood of Jesus Christ.' He got very angry and sent me back to the hut.
"When the war was over I began to look for him. Most of the camp commandants were shot; he escaped, and was in hiding. I sought for him for 10 years, and at last I found him. I went to see him with a Protestant minister. He did not recognise me. I said, ' I am number 175. Do you remember Christmas Eve, 1943?'
"Then he was afraid and so was his wife. He said, ' You have come to take your revenge.' I said, ' Yes,' —and I opened a parcel. In it was a large cake. I asked his wife to make coffee, and the four of us ate and drank together. The man began to weep and begged for forgiveness. I told him that I forgave him for Christ's sake.
"One year later both he and his wife sought salvation and are now professing Christians.
"The little Salvation Army hall in the corps at Rome, Italy, was very quiet as he spoke, for the Spirit of God was passing over us and speaking to us, and when that happens, man must be still before God.
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