Excerpts from

I Found God in Soviet Russia by John Noble - 1959

Chapter 2: I Learn to Pray

 The Bombing of Dresden (Eastern Germany)

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 "... we were burdened beyond measure, above strength, so that we despaired even of life. Yes, we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves but in God who raises the dead...." 2 Corinthians 1:8-9

When at last the roar of the planes grew distant and the explosions were suddenly replaced by an even more deafening silence, we made our way cautiously upstairs. ... Live sparks filled the air and for an hour we fought to save our house; by the narrowest margin, we won the battle....All night we watched Dresden burn, a sea of flame beneath us. We could feel the fire sear our faces as we looked toward the city. Nothing could be done for the poor people down there. The fires would burn until there was nothing left to consume.

About seven in the morning, I left the house to try to find a shop where I could buy a loaf of bread for breakfast. On the boulevard the most dreadful sight met my eyes. Broad as it was, the avenue was crowded from curb to curb with pedestrians fleeing the city on foot. Their faces were blackened with soot. White streaks showed under their eyes where the grime had been washed away by tears and sweat. Men, women and children struggled past in this vast throng, pushing handcarts, bicycles, baby buggies, childrenís toy wagons, anything on which a little bedding or a few precious family possessions could be carried. Some carried nothing at all, having saved from the holocaust only the sooty, tattered clothes they stood up in.

Here and there were the injured hobbling along, wrapped in blankets, their clothes having been burned off or torn away by the force of explosions. Some spat blood; others winced in pain as they walked, and leaned heavily upon companions for support. The children were crying pitifully but the adults were silent, many still in a state of shock, too stunned and dazed to be able to feel the magnitude of their loss. Behind them they left not only the ruins of their homes but the bodies of loved ones....

Pity swept me at this terrible sight, even though I knew I witnessed that morning in Dresden Godís judgment upon a society that had followed its sinful way, with Hitler and his military leaders, down the hard road of the transgressors, Hitlerís road.

I felt very much humbled by my own survival. I knew that some invisible hand had been placed above my head. I felt that I must have been spared because the Lord had use for me. I looked at the huge crater made by the two land mines in the side of our bluff. I asked myself what would have happened if that bombardier speeding at over 2OO miles an hour, 1o,ooo feet overhead had pressed the bomb release just one tenth of a second later.

"He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.' " 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

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