Prime Minister Winston Churchill’s grandson – also named Winston S. Churchill – was once speaking at an occasion commemorating the 50th Anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. He was approached afterward by a lady who related this personal story:
“Mr. Churchill, I was a girl of just twelve, living in the Ghetto at the time of the Uprising as the Nazi storm-troopers were attacking us to take us to concentration camps. Whenever your grandfather broadcast over the BBC we would all crowd around the radio. I could not understand English but I knew that if my family and I were to have any hope of coming through this war, it depended entirely on this strong, unseen voice that I could not understand”.
The power of a voice – even when one cannot understand the words.
The much greater power of a voice – when one can understand the words and they are words of life.
“Call to me and I will answer you, and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know” – Jeremiah 33:3