That night something different happened. It was around 7:00 p.m., and we heard knocking on the back basement door. I did not respond immediately for we were praying. I decided not to open that door because of the lack of lighting. I chose to go to the main entrance door. Nancy followed me up the steps, and we opened the door of the main entrance. We found four policemen.
They asked who I was. I told them. They also asked for my driver's license. I gave it to them. Nancy also gave them her information. By that time we invited them into the church, because it was extremely cold. We briefly chatted. I joked that they could be our choir; Nancy said they would be a quartet. Everyone was pleasant. However, somebody had called the police; I have no idea why nor do I know who.
In contrast to that experience, I have been reading of how police burst into prayer meetings and arrest people in several different nations. Pastors are beat, imprisoned or killed and so are other members of the church. We Christians in the United States have it so easy. Currently, there is little or no persecution. Yes, the police interrupted our prayer, but they were friendly men once they saw it was only Nancy and I.
Pray for strength within the inner being for those Christians who suffer for their faith. I cannot imagine what they go through. Of course, in those countries where Christians are persecuted, you have little nominal Christians. Who would want to claim to be a Christian when they aren't? Who would want to suffer for no reason?
When the police left, we went back to praying. Many Christians across the world do not have that luxury. Many Christians here in this nation don't take advantage of that luxury, the opportunity to pray together.
Peace be with you!