A hush fell over the small group and worshipers that were huddled in the basement of the preachers home. The slam of car doors was heard, followed by sound of footsteps on the old wooden porch of the ranch style house. No one had to say anything; they all knew that there was no way to hide, they had been caught! Clutching his worn Bible in his shaking hands the pastor who had been leading out in the meeting began to pray. They heard the creak of the wooden floor boards as the men above made their way to the basement door. Tears began to stream down the faces of a few of the women as they thought of what was going to happen. They had all heard stories of the prisons and camps that their fellow believers had been sent to. Stories of all the horrible things that went on there.
The footsteps were coming down the basement stairs now. They stopped in front of the wooden cellar door, the only thing that stood in between them and the group of Adventists inside. The believers that were gathered there all dropped to their knees and joined the pastor in prayer. They huddled their in a circle knowing that in any moment they would all be rushed away to different fates.
The door burst open and two heavily armored S.W.A.T soldiers wielding assault rifles rushed into the room. The group knelt there all held their breath anticipating the men’s next move. The soldiers swept their rifles across the room from side to side. Almost as if they were searching the room for people. One of the followers let out a small confused whimper yet there was no response from the soldiers. Lowering his weapon one of the soldiers grabbed a small radio from his jacket and brought it to his lips. “Captain, there’s no one here. The rooms empty, the tip we got must have been wrong.” The soldiers took one last look at the room, then turned and headed back up the stairs.
Tears fell from all the eyes of the followers in the room as they began to praise the Lord…