Brother Andrew with John and
Summary: Told that is was impossible to minister behind the Iron Curtain, Andrew knew there was nothing too hard for the Lord. Crossing 'closed' borders he would often pray, "Lord, in my luggage I have Scripture I want to take to your children. When you were on earth, you made blind eyes see. Now, I pray, make seeing eyes blind. Do not let the guards see those things You do not want them to see." This is a tremendous story (always been one of my favorites) which introduces you to oppressed churches and Christians in Bulgaria, Romania, Russia, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, Macedonia, Hungary and one man who felt burdened to place the Bible into the hands of Christians who were denied one.
Personal Thoughts: This book gives a great overview in a biography format of the different trials that beset the churches in eastern Europe. And the story is just fascinating. When the author describes his journeys and
experiences it makes me want to join him in meeting these oppressed brothers and sisters. How can one not be greatly moved when they read of how a congregation shares one Bible, or weeps to hear when a congregation is touched to know they have not been forgotten by fellow Christians in the West.
Excerpt: Peroff took me over to his desk. On it was an ancient typewriter with a sheet of paper in it, and next to the typewriter a Bible, open to Exodus. "Three weeks ago I was extremely lucky," said Petroff. "I managed to find this Bible." He showed me a second volume on the small dining table. "I got it for a good price too. Only a month's pension. The reason it was so cheap is that the books of Genesis, Exodus and Revelations have been cut out and--"
"Why?" I interrupted.
"Who knows? Perhaps to sell. Or perhaps to make cigarettes from the thin paper. "At any rate," Petroff went on, "I was lucky enough to find it and have the money to purchase it. Now all I have to do is fill in the missing parts from my own Bible--and I have another complete book! I ought to be finished in another 4 weeks."
"And what will you do with the second Bible then?"
"Oh, give it away."
"To a church in Plovtiv," said his wife, "where there's no Bible."
I wasn't sure I understood. No Bible in the entire church?
"Certainly," said Petroff. "And there are many such churches in Rumania and Russia."
My sense of excitement mounted. I could hardly wait to show Petroff the treasure I had waiting for him in my car.
That night I drove up to the apartment, checked the street to make sure it was empty, and then took inside
the first of many, many cartons of Bibles I was to deliver to this man over the years. Petroff and his wife watched me put the box on their one table, their eyes wide in frank and open curiosity.
"What's that?" Petroff asked.
I lifted the top and took out a Bible. I put it in the trembling hands of Petroff and another into the hands of his wife.
"And...and in the box?" Petroff asked.
"More. And still more outside."
Petroff closed his eyes. His mouth was working hard to control the emotion he was feeling. But two tears rolled slowly out from between his closed lids and fell on the volume in his hands. --page145, 146