A Father's Hand on Her Face

Every night in the ten Boom home in Haarlem, Holland, the same ritual unfolded. After prayers were said and the blankets pulled tight, old Casper ten Boom would reach down and lay his weathered hand gently against his daughter's face. Corrie ten Boom later wrote in The Hiding Place that nothing in the world made her feel as safe as that moment — her father's broad hand against her cheek, his steady presence beside her bed.…