I have just learned of a Jewish woman named Etty Hillesum.* She was held for a time at the Nazi transitional concentration camp Westerbork, then ultimately died at Auschwitz. While she was at Westerbork she kept a diary, and the excerpts I have read convey a woman of extraordinary spiritual maturity. She found safety in the arms of Divine Love even as she was fully aware and embraced the reality of her situation, a reality surely among the most precarious and horrific humans have ever experienced. I believe she understood what I have been groping towards for years, namely that…