Archive for April, 2011

Just Stirred, Not Shaken

Friday, April 29th, 2011

Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken but endures forever.

Psalm 125:1

Lying in bed, Alexei lay in bed, watching his parents standing silhouetted in the dim light, peering from the window. They were waiting for the Black Raven, the police car that swooped down at night like a carrion bird to take people away.

Back in the 1930s in the Soviet Union, spies and informers were routinely used to repress the church, not just to gain information. During those years, Stalin grew increasingly alarmed about people who he feared opposed his regime. He purged these supposed resisters from the ranks of the Communist party, and then turned his attention to anyone else who had “anti-Soviet thoughts” or “counter-revolutionary tendencies.” He also needed slaves to build all of the factories and to meet all of the production norms described in his Five-Year Plan. He got them by arresting people, torturing them into confessing all kinds of political crimes, and then shipping those who had survived to labor camps. People were instructed that they had a duty to denounce anyone who was not a zealous worker for the state and completely loyal to communist ideals.

Those who were accused were usually arrested at night. During much of the 1930s, the Black Ravens flew every night, seeking their prey. People were encouraged to denounce their neighbors, which led to many false accusations just to avoid being the one arrested. If someone couldn’t think of any “enemies of the people,” they would be harshly rebuked or even arrested themselves for “lacking in revolutionary vigilance.” Believers were automatically suspect. Alexei’s father’s faith was well known, so his mother kept a sack by the door with dry biscuits and a change of clothing, just in case the car stopped one night to take her husband. Every night they kept vigil until they heard the Black Raven drive by. Then they would get down on their knees, thanking God that one more day had been given to them.

Alexei and his family had no choice but to trust God; they had nowhere else to turn. Because they trusted, their faith grew and they were able to endure great trials.
We don’t face the same kind of trials, but trials come into our lives none the less. This week tornados have ravaged many cities and towns; hundreds have died and countless others lost their homes. God doesn’t promise us a trouble free life. We may be stirred up, things put out of order, rearranged, disrupted, damaged. He does promise that if we trust in Him, we will not be shaken, but will triumph over those trials, and eventually receive eternal life.

Lord, give me the faith that trusts in You and is not shaken.

The Unfolding of God’s Plan

Friday, April 22nd, 2011

But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

I Corinthians 15:57

For years Valentina agonized over her youngest son. Hardly a day went by that he didn’t get into some kind of trouble at school. Some days it was for disrupting the class or being rude to the teachers. Most days it was for getting into fist fights.

Sure, Valentina’s three older children had struggled in school. That was to be expected for the children of a Baptist pastor in the Soviet Union. Many teachers openly mocked any faith in God, and encouraged the students to try to convince the children of believers of the foolishness of such a belief. The older three occasionally came home from school in tears, but after some time of prayer and encouragement with their parents, they were able to shrug it all off like water off a duck’s back. Not so the youngest, Veniamin.

His anger and rebellion led him to trade church attendance for drinking and gambling. Soon he was a member of the criminal world. At night Valentina would kneel by Veniamin’s bed for hours, praying that God would protect him, that somehow Veniamin would repent. When her husband tried to get her to stop, she’d say “How can I stop praying while my son is not walking with the Lord?”

Years went by. Veniamin found a girlfriend named Ruslana, married her, and had a son. Although she wasn’t a believer, Valentina and her husband welcomed her into the family. After a few months, first Veniamin’s wife, then Veniamin came to faith.

After twenty-two years, Veniamin’s parents finally understood God’s plan. For many years they questioned God. Why did they have such a son? Why did he behave so badly? Now they knew. God had wanted Ruslana to be saved as well.

Valentina says it’s written in the Bible that God gathers up our tears in a vase. If the tears she shed during those twenty-two years before Veniamin repented could be collected, there would be enough there for her to swim in. God knew her pain, but used it for His plan, that not just one, but two could be saved. For Valentina, her joy was complete in the victory God gave her in the life of her son, through the death of His Son.

Lord, cause me to remain faithful when I don’t understand Your plans and to remember they are always for my good and Your glory.

Be Either Meat or Fish

Friday, April 15th, 2011

Or do you show contempt for the riches of His kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that His kindness leads you toward repentance?

Romans 2:4

Even though Lena didn’t consider it dating, that’s what she was doing, spending time with a non-believer, a member of the Soviet Union’s Communist Party. Knowing it was wrong, she went to a New Year’s party with him. When he took her home, she ran to the church to catch the end of the midnight service so it would look like she’d been there the whole time. Her parents weren’t fooled.

Later her father talked with her earnestly. “Lena,” he said, “I am grieved to say this to you, but I might have to excommunicate you from the church.”

“Papa! You wouldn’t do that to me! I am your own daughter!”

“I have a responsibility to protect the congregation.”

“But I haven’t done anything.”

“You are spending a lot of time with an unbelieving man. And you know that marrying an unbeliever would be a very grave sin.”

“That would be a sin. But I haven’t married anyone. And I haven’t decided to marry anyone. I’m not getting married for a long time, not for years and years.”

“Lena, it seems to me you are walking down a path that will lead to marrying this man. You repented and were baptized. You chose to join the church, to be an obedient servant of Christ. If you marry this man, you will have chosen to disobey God’s Word. What choice will I have then? And what kind of example would that be for all of the others in the church? Maybe if you understand how serious this is now, you will repent of your actions before it is too late. You have to choose, Lena. Right now you are neither meat nor fish. Either be a believer or a non-believer, but make up your mind.”

Lena’s father’s words haunt me. How many times have I done the same thing, picking and choosing which commands I will obey and which I will ignore? This is not pleasing to God, and mocks the idea that He knows what is best for me. The good news is that God is merciful and gracious, and patiently waits for us to repent and turn to Him.

Lord, help me be quick to repent and slow to sin.

Ukrainian Jokes

Tuesday, April 12th, 2011

Just a couple of jokes from a Ukrainian friend:

Number 1: A prisoner exchange between the US and Ukraine was organized recently. They took a group of prisoners from an American prison and sent them to a Ukrainian prison. A group of Ukrainian prisoners was sent to a prison in the US.

After a month, both groups filed petitions. The Americans in the Ukrainian prison asked to be given the death penalty. The Ukrainians in the American prison asked to be given life sentences.

Number 2: You commit a crime in America, and you end up in prison. Commit a crime in Ukraine, and they make you president.

God’s Just in time Provision

Friday, April 8th, 2011

And my God will meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:19

In the summer of 1985, Alexei and his son Viktor needed to go to a village called Novova Selevka, about 130 kilometers from Zaporozhe to lead the Saturday night church service.

However, at that time in the Soviet Union there was a severe shortage of gasoline. Alexei got on the telephone, seeking someone who could take them there in a car. No one had any gas. There weren’t any trains or buses that would get them there on time. As he always did when there was a problem, Alexei got on his knees and prayed. “Lord, give favor to your servants so that someone would come and give the gasoline.”

While Alexei was praying, the telephone rang. It was Yakov Vassilievich, one of the church members. “I’ve got about fifteen liters of gasoline,” he said. “Enough for us to get to Novova Selevka, but not back.”

Alexei said, “Viktor, get ready, we’re going. God will see about the gasoline.”

When they arrived in Novova Selevka, the pastor remarked, “It’s so good that you came. Last week my son was here, and he brought a canister of gasoline in case there would be a need for it, even though I don’t have a car. I thought that if you came, I would give it to you to get home.”

Tears filled Viktor’s eyes. God heard his father’s simple prayer, “God, You see our need; please send gasoline.” They didn’t even have time to say any more, but God had already responded. So many times God helped them, but when hard times came Viktor struggled with doubts.

Alexei’s eyes glistened with tears. Even he, who had seen God’s power so many times, had moments of wavering, wondering if God was really so powerful that He could help in all things. The trials they faced every day were like unrelenting storms that threatened to drown them. Sometimes they’d even feel they were sinking into a pit, and that God could help them, but didn’t want to. But every time He showed how faithful He was, and that He would provide or help in just the right time. His time, not theirs.

Lord, help me to trust in You to provide in just the right time.

United Against a Common Enemy

Tuesday, April 5th, 2011

We don’t spend much time with our neighbors. There’s an annual Christmas party, but once that’s over, we barely see each other, unless it happens that we are all shoveling our driveways at the same time. Now that spring is here and we are out working in our yards, we find a few more opportunities to chat and commiserate over crabgrass and weeds.

This year, however, we are united against a common enemy: the moles. Several of us have yellowish brown crooked strips across our lawns, strips that terminate in a hump of earth. There are raised mounds in random patterns, and the surface of our lawns is no longer smooth but has waves like a frozen sea.

We’ve tried a variety of ways to convince the moles to find other feeding grounds. One neighbor poured bleach in the mole tunnels. Others tried a mole service, which promised to bait and kill the moles. But somehow they keep coming back. Now we are trying traps.

What’s interesting is that usually we can’t seem to make time to get together, to get to know each other, to be neighbors. Thanks to the moles, we are.

Most Powerful of All

Friday, April 1st, 2011

It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in princes.

Psalm 118:9

Every night Alexei’s mother set a small bag next to the front door, a bag that contained a change of clothes and some dried bread. Then she and her husband would stand by the window, watching. Alexei could see his parents silhouetted against the window as they listened for the sound of the police car.

It was the late 1930s, during the years of Stalin’s Great Terror, when the police cars drove at night, taking people away, some never to be seen again. When the police car drove past Alexei’s house, his parents would get on their knees and thank God that they had been given one more day.

Thousands and thousands of others living the Soviet Union were not passed by. Many who were taken were shot immediately, others did hard time in prison camps. Stalin used terror to destroy any opposition to his regime and to himself. Rounding up anyone who was a leader in a church was his strategy for ending the worship of God.

Ten, fifteen years went by. Men were returning from Siberia, having finished their prison sentences. Alexei drank in their stories of life in the camps like a thirsty man guzzles water.

What fascinated Alexei was that these men were rejoicing. “When the war started, we were grateful we didn’t have to go to the front, because we wouldn’t have to kill anyone. But then we started to see more of God’s work.”

Many believers shared their faith in the camps, and many people came to know the Lord. Then many of these believers settled in villages surrounding the camps, once they were released. As a result of their witness, churches were planted all over Siberia.

“Stalin thought he was going to eliminate the church,” one said. “Instead, all he was doing was sending out a missionary force to expand the Kingdom of God.”

Stalin’s power seemed to be absolute. But he could not prevail over the King of the Universe, the All-Mighty God. This is a great reminder to me, when I wonder about the governments that are rising and falling in our troubled world.

Lord, help me to remember that you are more powerful than any king or government.