During the Second World War...
During the Second World War, I was visiting a home of a young couple who were contemplating joining the church by baptism and confession of faith. As we talked, we suddenly heard the banshee moaning of the air raid sirens foretelling that German Heinkel bombers were approaching our town to complete the devastation of the previous six nights. We adjourned to the Anderson Air Raid Shelter in the garden: a hole in the ground in which were placed arched corrugated sheets of steel and the soil built on top. By oil lamp, we spoke about the things of the faith.