"The rock of my refuge"

By Eva-Maria Hogrefe

We were refugees. We had lost everything. Having fled the heavy bombing of our city, we reached a village after a long journey. A farmer offered my family and me a room above a stable. I was just a small child. I cried. And I so much wanted to go to sleep. But ever-recurring nightmares frightened me.

Though this happened years ago, the Balkan tragedy brought back memories. Seeing the images of refugees, I reached out to God in prayer, and instantly I could feel His deep, unquenchable love for His dear, beloved children.

Most of us have seen pictures of Kosovar children looking into television cameras and have heard their family members telling of these little ones crying all night. It makes the heart ache. But there can be a silver lining in the violent clouds of ethnic, religious, and political hatred. Because at a time of severe struggle, we may also discover, as Mary Baker Eddy quotes, "... man's extremity is God's opportunity" (Science and Health, p. 266).

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