In Great Britain during the Nazi bombing of London, the King of England issued an order that the children of London would be taken to the countryside so that they could escape the dangers of the war. Authorities literally sent trainload after trainload of children into the country.
The story is told that on one of these trains there was a brother and a sister. They had no more than left the station when she began to cry; she had no idea where they were going.
Her brother put his arm around her and, with a tear in his eye, said, "I don't know where we're going either, but the King knows so don't worry."
We need some childlike faith like that. History is like a meandering river, twisting and turning. I don’t know where history is going, but I believe that the King knows. And I praise Him for it.