JULY 1 "YOU HAVE A ROLE, WHERE YOU ARE"
In his book “Saddam’s Secrets”, General George Sada
One of the questions frequently asked to Sada
was what was it like to stand before Saddam Hussein and actually hear him say,
“George, I’ve decided that the air force will attack Israel and wipe her out
with chemical weapons”. I was thinking
of it in two ways, he told me. One, as a Christian, as a believer. Second, as a
national officer that belonged to the IRAQI FORCES… .as a Christian, I could
not accept this order to send two waves of fighters to attack Israel , one wave through Jordan and one through Syria . I knew
the capabilities of the Israeli air force and their air defenses and their plans
to destroy all aircraft coming from the east before entering the Israeli
borders. So this means that bombs were mostly going to drop on Jordan and Syria …but
with 98 aircraft, some of them would still penetrate to Israel ; just
imagine as a Christian, the deaths that would result as all three countries
were going to be hit by chemicals. Sada could not bear the thought of having to
stand before Jesus Christ on the day of judgment with such a sin on his
conscience. Nor could he bear to see the destruction that would be unleashed
upon his own people if Saddam’s plan was successful. Twelve years later, it was
Saddam Hussein, not Sada, who was finished. American coalition forces liberated
Baghdad on April
9, 2003. Iraqis cheered in the streets in those heady first days. They sang and
danced and wept as they tore down the forty foot statue of Saddam in Fardus
square. Sada described for me the scene as he returned to Baghdad
on May 8, 2003 [from epicenter] and entered Saddam’s main palace a few days
later. the multi-million dollar gold and marble compound no longer had any
doors or windows. everything was covered in dust. These hallways had been
ground zero of the republic of fear only weeks before, but now here he was, a
free man, walking around in a free country. Slowly, cautiously, Sada entered Saddam’s
throne room, it took a few moments to grasp the enormity of what he was seeing,
or rather not seeing. Saddam was not there. Saddam’s sons were not there. Saddam’s
henchmen were not there. They ruled no longer. They could issue their evil,
murderous decrees no longer. Iraq
was free. Yes, troubles and trials lay ahead. Yes, life would be very hard for
some time to come, but the butcher of Baghdad
was gone. and Sada told me that when that truth sunk in, he began to weep. Before
long, at Sada’s urging, Saddam’s throne room was being used for evangelical
church services. In the very room where just a few months earlier Saddam had
ordered Iraqis to their deaths, Christians were now gathering to worship the
name of Jesus. What could be more fitting, Sada thought, than to turn Saddam’s
house of evil into a house of God. “Did you ever imagine when you were in a meeting with Saddam
Hussein that one day you would actually be worshipping Jesus in that very room?
I asked him. “No, no”, he said, laughing like a man from whom a great burden
has been lifted, “ I would never have dreamt that” and yet it happened.
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