Dumitru Bacu was a Christian prisoner during the 1950s and 1960s. Like so many others, his crime was simply being a Christian. Dumitru used his twenty years in prison to compose poetry of love to God. The poems were carefully written in small bars of soap or tapped through the walls in Morse code so that others could learn and pass them from cell to cell.

“On hearing the death sentence, you will receive it as the invitation of the King of glory, who invited you to his wedding feast.”

A sharp contrast existed between the beautiful Romanian countryside and the sufferings that Christians and Jews experienced at the hands of invading Nazis and Communists. For Sabina Wurmbrand, the troubles were threefold: She was both a Christian and a Jew and also the wife of a renowned pastor.

In spite of the painful reflections and memories, I have no time for bitterness. My life is filled with too much happiness, too many loving, caring people to allow myself to be devoured by the cancer of hate. I rejoice. I sing. I laugh. I celebrate, because I know that my God reigns supreme over all the forces of evil and destruction Satan has ever devised. And best of all—my God reigns supreme in me! CUBA FOR TWENTY-TWO YEARS—

“I never knew what these prisoners were singing until I became a Christian.”