I was only three when WWII began. I remember black-out curtains on our windows, rationing, news reels, and my grandpa hushing us kids when he was listening to static laced news reports on the radio. I remember clutching coins in my grimy little hand to buy stamps at school. If I remember rightly, we would eventually have enough stamps to fill a book: then with enough books, we'd get a war bond. War bonds helped win the war, we were told, along with not wasting anything and eating everything on our plates at supper, because the kids in Europe were hungry!
I remember seeing lots of men in uniform, especially at the bus station in Miami. A memory of seeing women in uniform is still vivid. Seeing the WACs, WAVES, and other gals in the military inspired me. I think its partly why I joined the WACs when I was finished with high school.
Of course the war was finally ended after the A-bombs were dropped in Japan. It was terrible but my mom and grandpa said it saved many more lives than would have been lost during an invasion.
Thus, the atomic age was born. It has cast a shadow ever since. The children growing up since then have always had the possibility of nuclear war hanging over their heads. Bomb shelters became popular. We had "take cover" drills in school. We knew there were tests going on in Pacific islands, desert places, and in underground caverns far-far away. The mushroom cloud hung ominously over our fearful thoughts. The "Cuban Crisis" came and went without the worst happening. I was a young single mother at that time, more worried about how to pay the rent than war.
In the back of my mind, though, the thought of a possible nuclear war has lurked. Disarmament and the political plays of nations don't really mean a whole lot. I don't fear it as I probably should--at least not for myself. I am old. I know Jesus. I'm not afraid of death. Not my own.
I fear for others---for the millions who will be swept into hell because they know not The Way, The Truth, The Life----Jesus Christ. I truly believe we will have a nuclear war in the next few years. I believe it is to be a part of the end-time scenario because Jesus is coming soon!
Oh, Father God, save the lost ones. Raise up workers for the harvest because the time is short. Purify Your Church. Father, I know it is not Your will that any be lost. Draw them all to Jesus while there is yet time. You have given many warnings through Your prophets--thank You, Lord. Please open eyes, open ears, open hearts that many shall be saved. We will all meet You one day--I want to see many saved who would otherwise be eternally lost. Have mercy upon the sinners and show them Your great salvation. Give them tender hearts, yearning after You, hating the dark evil of this world, and falling on their faces crying "Abba, Father."
I love You, Father. In Jesus' Name. Amen
