“All we have left is our knowledge, our love, and our bare hands.” He used his own blood to make a Japanese flag to mark the way to the new hospital. A little later he and others found one of the cathedral bells and set it up to ring again. Only two days later could he go looking for his wife. He found their home obliterated. Then he found some of her charred bones, her hand clutching her rosary. He prayed: “Dearest God, thank you for allowing her to die praying. Mother of Sorrows, thank you for being with faithful Midori at the hour of her death. … Ah, gracious Jesus our Savior, you once sweat blood and bore the heavy Cross to your crucifixion. And now you have shed peaceful light on the mystery of suffering and death, on Midori’s and my own.” Later, he wrote: “Unless you have suffered and wept, you really don’t understand what compassion is, nor can you give comfort to someone who is suffering. If you haven’t cried, you can’t dry another’s eyes. Unless you’ve walked in darkness, you can’t help wanderers find the way. Unless you’ve looked into the eyes of menacing death and felt its hot breath, you can’t help another rise from the dead and taste anew the joy of being alive.” An Apostle of Peace For the few years he had left, Takashi was an apostle of peace and reconciliation. https://stream.org/nagasaki-christian-hero-paul-takashi-nagai/ This is a great article about human transformation. A great man who did good things in the face of adversity. His story is well worth telling.