It’s July 1941 in the Auschwitz concentration camp in German-occupied Poland.
Franciscan priest Maximilian Kolbe steps forward.
“Let me take this man’s place,” he says, thereby volunteering to die in the place of a stranger who had just been condemned to death by his Nazi captors.
By means of this singular deed, Fr. Kolbe laid down his life not for his friends — as some might do — but for a complete stranger.
