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Helga Page was born on April 2, 1945, in the barracks of Dachau, a concentration camp in southern Germany. Her birth occurred nine months after her mother was raped by a German prison guard.

Her parents were not Jewish; they were imprisoned because of their opposition to the Nazis. Her mother hid her under the garbage so German soldiers would not kill them both. Twenty-seven days after her birth, Dachau was liberated.

Helga was sick with typhoid fever and appeared to be close to death, so she was taken to a German hospital and then placed in an orphanage. Six years later, her mother, Agnes, was able to care for her. Agnes had married an American soldier by that time; he brought Agnes and Helga to the United States, where she grew up.

Known as the “Miracle Baby of Dachau,” Helga Page died last Thursday at the age of seventy-four.


I have led study tours in Israel more than thirty times over the years. Each time, the Lord speaks to me in a very personal way. After returning yesterday from our latest Holy Land pilgrimage, an image has stayed in my mind and soul.

Sunday afternoon, our group visited Yad Vashem, the memorial in Israel dedicated to the victims of the Shoah. Most people call this tragedy the holocaust, but Jews are quick to note that holocaust signifies a “sacrifice,” which would mean that the Nazis sacrificed six million people to God.

They did nothing of the kind—they murdered six million people.

Shoah is a Hebrew word that means catastrophe and signifies the worst, most horrific possible outcome of an event. The term is appropriate for the attempted extermination of the Jewish people by Hitler and the Nazis.


One building in Yad Vashem is called the “Children’s Memorial.” Hollowed out from an underground cavern, it is a tribute to the 1.5 million Jewish children who were murdered during the Shoah.

Five candles are placed in the darkened room and reflected on mirrors to produce 1.5 million lights that surround the person walking through the memorial. The names of murdered children, their ages, and their countries of origin are heard in the background.

The Memorial was made possible by the donation of Abe and Edita Spiegel, whose son Uziel was murdered in Auschwitz at the age of two-and-a-half years. A likeness of Uziel’s face is visible above the hallway leading into the Memorial.

Each time I walk through, I grieve for such an unspeakable tragedy. This time, however, was especially poignant for me: it was the first time I had visited the Children’s Memorial since the birth of my grandchildren. As I think today about Uziel’s face, the faces of my granddaughter and three grandsons come to mind and my heart breaks.

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