On February 23, 1945, one of the largest air raids by the Royal Air Force took place. It happened in Germany at Pforzheim, which is to the west of Berlin. After World War 2, and because of the many air raids that took place, the rubble of the city was overwhelming so the people began to gather it all into one area. The rubble was gathered then overlaid with dirt and sod. It is called “Teufelsberg” or “Devil’s Mountain”. A place of death and sorrow now looms attesting to the fate of the city. Where there was once a flat place is now a mountain of remembrance.
At the time this was done, I am sure no one realized this would be a place where children now laugh and play. The trees in this place are beautiful and the mountain is abundant with grass and vegetation. It is a place where couples walk and picnic, and kite flying is a prevalent pasttime. It is amazing that out of death and destruction comes new life and purpose.
This reminds me of another hill of death and destruction: Golgotha, or the place of the skull. At this place, judgment was placed upon those that had broken the laws of the land. It was where justice was satisfied. A place of shame, and a place of death looms to the fate of the guilty.
At Golgotha, a miraculous event took place. One who knew no sin was crucified on a cross. The only man in the world from the beginning to the end of time that had never committed one wrong thought, act, or deed bore in his body your sins and mine. Because of a Holy God, the justice of our sin would have to be paid. I am the one who deserves the judgement of my sin, yet Jesus stepped down from Heaven and took the place that was rightfully mine.
Hebrews 12:2 reads, “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of God.” On this mountain, He endured the cross so I could have joy. From the death of Jesus springs eternal life for all who are willing to accept it.
Golgotha, which to me was once a place where death and sorrow loomed, is now a testimony of a life transformed by the grace and mercy of God. I will look to the mountain which is now a remembrance of the life I now have in Christ.
“I will lift up my eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help.” Psalm 121:1