I guess I’m late to the party as far as this story goes, since it’s been out 10 years and was also a movie. Most people are probably familiar with the story, so I won’t repeat it; however, there was a moment In the book I want to refer to, as I feel this is the most compelling, whatever terrible circumstances one might find himself in.
Also, I wanted to mention that I read the young adult version of this story, and I was grateful. I suppose that the adult version is filled with more graphic information, and I feel that the young adult version was much easier for me to read and not have bad memories. It was a wonderfully told story.
There was a thread that was woven throughout the story — Louie’s thoughts about God. During his most terrible ordeals, God seemed to be sustaining him, even though it looked like he surely would not make it through the war. At one point, when he and two buddies who had been shot down over the Pacific had been drifting on a raft for weeks, he made a bargain with God. If He saved him, Louie would serve him with his life.
Fast forward several years. Louie had been mercilessly tormented in the Japanese POW camps. When he finally arrived home after the war, he began to have flashbacks, nightmares haunted his dreams, and coping with it all led to him becoming an alcoholic. He was losing his mind, so consumed with hatred for the person (“The Bird”) who had beaten and demeaned him while in the POW camp. His sole focus was drinking and how to kill this person.
Somehow, he found himself at one of the very first Billy Graham crusades. He had heard enough, and was heading for the exit when this happened:
“As he reached the aisle, he stopped. Everything around him disappeared. The memory he’d long beaten back, the memory from which he was fleeing, was upon him. He fell into a flashback.
He was on the raft. There was gentle Phil crumpled up before him. Mac’s breathing skeleton, endless ocean, the sun lying over them, the cunning bodies of the sharks, waiting, circling. He was a body on a raft, dying of thirst. He felt words whisper from his swollen lips. It was a promise thrown to God, a promise he hadn’t kept, a promise he’d allowed himself to forget until this instant: If you’ll save me, I’ll serve you forever. And then, standing under a tent on a clear night in Los Angeles, Louis felt rain falling on his face.
It was the last flashback he’d ever have. Louie let go of Cynthia and turned toward Graham. He began walking.
Cynthia watched Louie all the way home. When they entered the apartment, Louie went straight to his liquor, carried the bottles to the kitchen, and emptied them into the sink.
In the morning, he woke feeling cleansed. For the first time in five years, the Bird hadn’t come into his dreams. The Bird would never come again.
Louie found the Bible issued to him by the air corps and sent to his mother when he was believed dead. He walked to a park, sat under a tree, and began reading.
Resting in the shade and the stillness, Louie felt profound peace. When he thought of the war, he thought not of all he’d suffered, but the divine love he believed had intervened to save him. He was not the worthless, broken, forsaken man the Bird had tried to make of him. His rage, his humiliation, his helplessness, had fallen away. His dignity had returned. That morning, he believed, he was a new creation….”
As I read this, I thought of all the prayers directed toward God. Sometimes, we see Him answer them slowly, as situations change, as healing gradually takes place. Many times, we never really see what we think is an answer; then, there are times when God answers dramatically, incredibly and immediately. This was the way He answered the prayers of and for Louie Zamperini. It should remind us of the great power of God to answer our prayers. When you see the result of Louie’s conversion, you see some of the way God’s plan unfolded, how He used a stubborn, hard-edged roughneck for HIs Kingdom, and used him to reach others with compassion, love and forgiveness. To me, this was the bigger Louie Zamperini story.