BeusselStr.

The wall outside of  the old prison

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today was my day for BeusselStr.  I wasn't looking forward to it because this is the station where we take the bus to Tegel Airport.  I knew that the road is busy with traffic and I was thinking, "What a horrible area" especially after my previous days of beautiful parks!  So in my mind, I wanted to turn left when I came out of the station - away from the part I knew but there was an unmistakable, "Turn right" from the Holy Spirit.  So, I turned right and resigned myself to walking along the crowded highway.  I put myself to praying for all the commuters and found that I enjoyed that.  I prayed that angels would ride in the cars with the drivers and draw their attention to Jesus.  Then I saw a sign that said "Plotzensee" and I thought, "Lord, are you leading me to a lake again" thinking that the "see" meant water.  When I got to the sign the Holy Spirit said, "Follow it" and so I turned left off the busy highway and then turned right at the end of the road.  I came to a long brick wall and the area was quiet, almost spooky.  I followed the wall and soon came to some gates with a sign of opening hours and realized that I was actually at some type of memorial.  I walked through the gates and straight ahead of me was this:

              Translated this means:  The sacrifice of the Hitler Dictatorship in the years 1933-1945.
 I could not believe how the Holy Spirit had led me to this former prison!  Behind the big wall were two rooms.  One room was a museum, thankfully in German  & English.  From 1933 to 1945, nearly three thousand people  unjustly sentenced to death by the National Socialist judiciary were executed here. Today, the execution chamber is a memorial.  The prison had comprised some 63 acres and today a small part of it houses juvenile delinquents.  I could hear the boys playing behind a brick wall and longed to go in and see them. After visiting the museum, I asked the Holy Spirit how he wanted me to pray and He told me to pray that the descendants of the victims would forgive.  I prayed for inner-healing, for a spirit of forgiveness and declared that "He who the Son sets free is free indeed".  It was a very heavy prayer time sitting on a bench in the court-yard.

Former prison look-out tower

 I left the prison and walked down the road in the opposite direction and came to a Kleingartenkolonie, or little garden colony. These are Germany’s allotment gardens, which are something like U.S. community gardens, super-sized.  The idea for these sweet little gardens came about in the 19th Century, when the German government, instead of handing out welfare, granted land to poor folks to garden so that they could provide for themselves. There are cute little houses that look like American play-houses and the Germans used to live in them, although I hear that today they aren't supposed to. Today, there are more than 800 Gartenkolonies in Berlin, alone. I was excited that the little sign said that visitor's were welcome to walk in.  The beauty of the flowers, trees and greenery was a refreshing fragrant shower after the darkness of the prison.  Once again, I felt an uncanny joy as I had in the parks.  I prayed for all the inhabitants of the small garden colony.  As I walked I noticed the uniqueness of each plot.  Some were tidy with clipped hedges; some were fully of bushes, flowers, trees and vegetables; while others sported a collection of garden gnomes and fountains.  The Lord spoke to my heart and said that the gardens are how he sees people:  all unique and all beautiful in their own way.  It was a special picture for me.