Imprisoned by the Romanian Communists for his work in the Christian Underground, and subjected to medieval torture, Wurmbrand kept his faith—and strengthened it. For fourteen years, he shared that faith with suffering cellmates and gave them solace. In solitary confinement, he tapped out his message of hope and Christian love. In Room Four, the “death room”, he helped dying patients even though his lungs were riddled with tuberculosis and his body lacerated and bloody from whips and kicks. Anguished over the fate of his wife and son, he could still tell jokes and stories to make despairing prisoners laugh. Sorely tempted by the promise of release and reprieve, he refused to become a Communist collaborator.
A remarkable book. Moving. Unnerving. Humbling. Inspiring.
Just been reading Psalm 88 and 89 and it seems strange that in these Psalms high delight in God and his faithful love & power can sit beside such despair and sense of hopeless abandonment - even to the point where 'darkness is my closest friend'.
Richard Wurmbrand's 14 years in prison exude both through tuberculosis, torture and terrible separation from his wife and son.
And he is right that the story from beginning to end speaks of the one who took him from the emptiness of a playboy atheism to the fullness of following Him. Him of whom Psalm 88 and 89 speak and in whom they hold together. Christ who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame (Heb 12:2) - Tim