1994
An Iron Wall around My Heart
September 1994


“An Iron Wall around My Heart,” Tambuli, Sept. 1994, 24

An Iron Wall around My Heart

I was born in 1929 in Meissen, Germany. My parents were simple people. My father was unemployed for many years, and my mother worked in a factory. When World War II began, my father was immediately called to military service and became a prisoner of war in 1945.

My parents were not happy in their marriage, and when my father returned from the war in 1947, they divorced. My world fell apart.

I was eighteen when my father left our apartment to live alone. I lived with my mother, but there were many conflicts. Kindness, warmth, and understanding were foreign to me, and I began to lose faith in the possibility of living a harmonious life. I gave my all to my job, but my life had no real meaning. As the years went by, an iron wall developed around my heart.

When my mother died in 1991, the emotional pains of my childhood flooded back to me. I felt forlorn, once again like a lost child.

Just two months later, the missionaries found me. They spoke quietly, with understanding, warmth, and kindness. The spirit they radiated penetrated my iron heart, and on 11 November 1991 I was baptized.

Since that day, peace has entered my heart. I have learned to pray, to fill my mind with the scriptures, and to live according to the Word of Wisdom. Of course I have much to learn, but I will gladly do it, because I know that our Heavenly Father is with me every day, helping and leading me. I have found peace at last.

Photograph by Harry Bohler