The bomb exploded. The civilians ran towards the ocean like fish swimming against the current, but only to be stopped by another explosion. Death filled the smoky air as blood stained the crumbled ground creating a mosaic that would forever be imprinted into the nations mind. In the midst, of the terror a small stained glass, white church stood firm, unmoved by the present darkness. It shown big and white, unharmed and untouched. Nestled above a cross on the door steps of the church of Apelles, was a baby. Knowing trouble was lurking, a young desperate mother, holding her child close, kissed the baby, and placed him with a pale blue blanket on the bottom of the stairs, knowing that his precious life would be spared and used to bring change.
Miraculously the church was still together and the fierce explosion did not roll the baby off onto the unleveled pavement that now resembled the remains of a broken city. Years before, when the church was being built it was prayed over and made known that the church would be used for reconciliation and a haven for the broken. When the explosions settled, the pastor peeked out and slowly gazed at the damage the North Koreans made on America, when suddenly he noticed the pale blue blanket lying on the stairs. He walks hesitantly down the stairs afraid of another bomb or what was at the bottom of the stairs. As he grew closer to the wounded town, he sees the blanket move and realizes it is a baby.
Joy splashes on his face as he picks the boy, eager to show his wife. Blinded by the baby, he suddenly realizes no one else is here. The town is gone, friends, everything left in ruins. The pastor weeps salty tears knowing his wife is gone. Flashes flood through his mind of years earlier he and his wife trying to have a baby and could
not. Questions stream through his head asking why, but knowing the truth while standing holding the calm child rejoicing through pain, and praising the Lord with the miracle baby boy.
Years passed and positions changed, the pastor journeyed to populated Washington, DC. Preaching on Sundays and petitioning on other days, but slowly he began to rebuild his once lost city. The baby boy now grew into a fearless 20 year old warrior, Gideon. While he assisted his father with the pulpit and rebuilding the town, striving to live a life of reconciliation because of the example of an American father loving a North Korean son even when the North Koreans bombed everything he once loved. Gideon worked hard and the journey to his position was not a smooth pasture but yet filled with rocks and much forgiveness. Struggling through the unknown answers to why… he leads fearlessly in uniting war-raged nations.
The once enemies of North Korea are now friends because of one boy, left on the door step of a church,now changing the world for the glory of God.