Last time (see "Through the Valley of the Kwai - Part 1"), I introduced an incredibly powerful and deeply inspirational book, Through the Valley of the Kwai by Ernest Gordon. Gordon was an officer in the British army during World War II, serving in Southeast Asia. He escaped with a couple of fellow officers after the British surrendered the island of Singapore, but he was eventually captured by the Japanese and spent the remainder of the war in a prisoner-of-war camp, working on the infamous Burma Railway.
I was impressed by the transformation that occurred in the entire prison camp. As I stated in the last post, the Japanese soldiers who were running the camp were particularly cruel to the prisoners-of-war, forcing them to labor for long hours to exhaustion with very little food and water. The conditions were extremely harsh, and most, if not all, of the prisoners suffered from a number of tropical diseases, including malaria, beriberi, malnutrition (leading to starvation), typhoid fever, dysentery, and skin ulcers. As you can imagine, conditions in the camp deteriorated swiftly, and it quickly became "every man for himself." Gordon wrote, "As conditions steadily worsened, as starvation, exhaustion, and disease took an ever-growing toll, the atmosphere in which we lived was incredibly poisoned by selfishness, hatred, and fear. We were slipping rapidly down the scale of degradation." The "law of the jungle" prevailed.
At some point, the mood changed. Small acts of kindness turned into even bigger acts of generosity. Prisoners went from stealing from each other, to giving up their most prized possessions to one another. They started sharing their food with the sick and dying. Gordon wrote, "Generosity proved contagious...It was dawning on us all - officers and 'other ranks' alike - that the law of the jungle is not the law for men. We had seen for ourselves how quickly it could strip us of our humanity and reduce us to levels lower than the beasts...Where previously men had fought for themselves, now they were ready to die for one another."
Gordon's own spiritual transformation was mirrored by that of the rest of the camp. As his fellow prisoners embraced religion, Gordon would become one of their spiritual leaders. He wrote, "The dominant motivation for such wholesome embracing of religion was not love and faith, but fear: fear of the unknown, fear of suffering, fear of the terror of the night, fear of death itself, fear that made for division rather than for community...Faith flourished in the midst of despair, and hope was born in the midst of hell."
The prisoners found strength in their faith and in each other. Gordon wrote, "Death was still with us - no doubt about that. But we were being slowly freed from its destructive grip. We were seeing for ourselves the sharp contrasts between the forces that make for life and those that make for death. Selfishness, hatred, jealousy, and greed were all anti-life. Love, self-sacrifice, mercy, and creative faith, on the other hand, were the essence of life, turning mere existence into living in its truest sense. These were the gifts of God to men."
Ernest Gordon's personal story is quite remarkable, and I could never give it the justice it deserves. In other words, READ THE BOOK!