“In prison,” said Ferenc Visky, echoing Bonhoeffer, “I learned to laugh.” To laugh, and to hold on to God, wrestling with Him for a sign. In stories he would sometimes tell of his years in the Communist prisons of 1950’s Romania and of his friends there, especially Richard Wurmbrand, “Feri bácsi” (as he was commonly known) spoke both of the extreme darkness of that time and of how God was present in the darkness to comfort and even to bring laughter. “The madness of the world,” says the author, “including that of the [then] Soviet system, can only be dispelled by the foolishness of God.”
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By Lorraine Wheeler
Sep 9, 2010
An excellent little read that is easy to pick up and read in small sections. This guy is so humble about all the persecution that he and his family went through. It made me really want to know what he had learned along the way. Very inspiring.
The men depicted in this book seem like giants, extraordinary - and yet they were ordinary people who were swallowed up in God. There is a searing honesty about the writings - and a gentleness. The book is short and easy to gobble up - but it rewards slow thoughtful reading. It has affected me deeply. Read it only if you want to be changed.
A slim volume more potent than much longer tomes. Each story is a meditation, or provokes a meditation, like poems. Each section is brief, sometimes nothing more than a sentence, but has a great deal of power. I'm not sure if I recommend Visky's book or not: it has been rather dangerous for me. He tells us of what we always feared "Christian" really means.
