Chapter 4
Our Three Imprisonments
The year is 1906.
Apraham Hoja is in Aintab. He sends an important letter to the writer,
Vartan Bilezikian, and Hamparsum Kellejian. After they read it, Brother
Hamparsum keeps it in his possession. Only a few days had passed when
he was traveling with a few other brothers. Along the way they were
stopped by a Turkish ‘zaptiye’, (a national gendarme). He told
them that he had been commissioned to carry out a search. Among
Hamparsum’s belongings the gendarme discovered Apraham’s letter. So he
arrested Hamparsum on the spot and took him to government headquarters.
After the authorities interrogated him, they immediately threw him into
prison without charge. Immediately they came to Vartan and arrested
him, too, putting him in the same prison. The two brothers were held
for several days with no explanation provided. It was summertime. The
cramped quarters were full of prisoners from all walks of life. The air
was putrid and extremely hot, so much so that they could hardly
breathe. Hungry bedbugs were crawling everywhere. There was no bed of
course, nor any cot. The prisoners were given no food. Their condition
was deplorable, but thankfully they were not separated from each other,
so they could talk and pray together. Finally, after several days, they
were called to the government official for interrogation.
The first question
directed their way was, “Who is this Apraham Hoja that wrote you the
letter? Why did he write it? The two men spoke out in unison, “The
writer is a man of God.” The interrogator abruptly said, “Just answer
my questions.” He paused, “The writer of the letter talks about a war
deadlier than the Russo-Japanese War. It says, ‘Therefore, take the
whole armor of God…take the sword of the Spirit’ (Ephesians 6:13,
17b).’ Who is the enemy in this war? And what are the armor of God
and the sword of the Spirit?” Again, the two men answered as one:
“This is not a worldly warfare, sir; it is a spiritual battle against
Satan and his kingdom.” The magistrate seemed to accept this
explanation although he didn’t really understand it. He hastened to the
next question: “Very well. In this letter is written: ‘We received the
items sent to us by the young men in Zeytun and request that you forward
the items we are sending to them.’ Who are these young men of Zeytun,
what did they send and what are you sending to them?”
Bilezikian
continues: “Not knowing what items were sent or received between Apraham
Hoja and the young men in Zeytun, we were at a loss to know what answer
to give. It was an embarrassing situation because the magistrate thought
that we were somehow entangled in this give-and-take of items. The case
developed into a sinister inquisition, way out of proportion to its
original casualness. Undoubtedly, this was because the name ‘Zeytun’
with its entire Armenian population had become the most dreaded and
disliked Christian element throughout the Cilician region. Its
inhabitants numbered sixteen thousand. They were a sturdy people living
in this rocky, mountainous district of Cilicia, who had engaged in no
less than fifty separate battles against the best-trained Ottoman army
units. The Armenians had won every one of them. Their desire was to
preserve their faith, their Christian culture, their families and
homes. For generations the inhabitants, known as ‘Zeytunlis’,
were a thorn in the flesh to the corrupt governmental system. They were
also suspect, subject to merciless investigations.
The two brothers had
no clue whatever about ‘the items’, which were the main subject of the
letter. They answered the interrogator: “We know the man who wrote this
letter. He is a very godly person. Without hesitation we should add
that the young men referred to in the letter were spiritual followers
and disciples of Jesus Christ. Neither we, nor they, have any
connection with civil or political organizations.” The questioning
continued and the two men were put back into prison where they were
incarcerated for another nineteen days. They were overwhelmed by a
sense of uncertainty; but refused to be cast down. They continuously
looked up to God in prayer, committing their cause to him. They fasted,
prayed and studied the Word. Witnessing to the other prisoners brought
fresh inner strength and joy. In answer to their prayers, their
imprisonment came to an end. Suddenly and without any explanation, they
were told that they were free to go back to their homes. Their release
brought great rejoicing and thanksgiving to the brothers and sisters in
Christ.
Second
Imprisonment
The believers in
Marash continued steadfastly with their witness for Christ while being
engaged in their particular occupations. Having experienced a mighty
spiritual awakening, they always could look back with gratitude and
anticipate an even greater revival in the future. The whole city still
remembered what had happened in the Christian community. But, as could
be expected, the enemy was at work stirring up trouble. The nominal
Christians who were mentioned before did not stop attacking the
born-again believers. Those touched by the Holy Spirit generally were
not looked on with favor by the others. This time the nominal
Christians resorted to an unbelievable accusation. They informed the
authorities that a subversive society had been formed aiming to work
against the government. The officials immediately took measures against
the men who were subject of the accusation. In August 1907, they
arrested approximately fifteen of the leaders, including Reverend
Bilezikian, and threw them into prison. This brought joy to the hearts
of the believers, instead of sorrow. They were encouraged that they
were imprisoned ‘for the word of God and the testimony of Jesus
Christ’. Their imprisonment became the cause for united rejoicing
and thanksgiving. Their witness to other prisoners intensified day by
day, along with their fellowship in prayer and study of God’s word.
Finally they were
called in for closer examination. The oft-repeated question was: “Are
you a subversive society, or an organization aiming to stir up a
revolution and topple the government?” Such a manipulated investigation
brought new joy to the brothers in prison, as it gave them opportunity
to testify to the wonderful work of the Holy Spirit in their lives.
Each time they returned to their cells after another interrogation they
broke forth into loud and lively singing of the great hymns of the
Church. During their seven days in jail they were living on a
spiritual mountain-top, lifted above their miserable conditions.
Humanly speaking, their situation was intolerable. The cells were hot
and filthy, the air foul. The prison was infested with bedbugs. It was
overcrowded with profane and lewd common criminals. But the Holy Spirit
brought constant peace and support to the hearts of these children of
God.
Naturally, all
believers, men and women, were in earnest prayer for their
fellow-Christians in prison. This was reminiscent of the prayer of the
believers in the apostolic church under persecution who prayed for
Peter. They had rejoiced with the opening of the prison gates through
God’s intervention when Peter again was restored to their fellowship.
In a modern parallel, through God’s taking matters over when these men
were released on the seventh day, they returned to their homes and work,
bringing great rejoicing and thanksgiving to everybody. Actually, there
was gladness throughout the whole city when the news was heard of their
release. Immediately, all Christians gathered for a service of
thanksgiving where they encouraged each other to continue in their
faithful witness for Christ and in meeting together regularly. Their
new zeal exceeded what they had previously experienced. They were
witnessing new conversions and increase in their numbers daily.
Third
Imprisonment
The inspiring
awakening picked up momentum. However, the enemy was preparing a new
attack. The fear and suspicion of the authorities was fermenting. They
decided to throw the brothers in jail again, just three weeks after
their release. But this small band of believers was not to be
discouraged; their songs of praise were now shifted to their little
cell.
Paradoxically, they
were again encountering opposition from the church leaders whose faith
did not transcend a mere nominal belief. There was much whispering
among them and others who followed their line, against the born-again
followers of Christ. A document signed by twelve of their people reached
the government offices. In it the believers were accused of being
revolutionaries, members of a subversive society and harboring hostility
against the authorities. On the heels of this fabricated charge
twenty-five of the leading believers were arrested by the police. They
were taken away from their families and places of work. With an air of
ridicule and reproach they were herded through the market places, like a
gang of criminals. No opportunity was given them to express their
belief or to make a defense.
The writer continues
with a story from his personal experience: “I was away at the summer
cottage in our family vineyard. So I was not in the company of those
who had been imprisoned. However, I learned that the police had
arrested my brother Moses in my place. They harshly interrogated him
about me. That evening I prayed fervently with complete confidence that
my Lord’s will was going to be perfectly carried out and that we would
be vindicated. With this assurance, I retired for the night. After
being asleep for a couple hours, an amazing vision appeared before me
which I have never forgotten. The heavens were opened like a rose which
makes its appearance in early summer. My eyes were riveted on a
dazzling scene. I saw a vast multitude marching forward two-by-two.
These were celestial beings. The scene was indescribably glorious. It
could not be put on paper by mere pen and ink. The crowd was robed in
white, shining in the brightness of the noon-day sun. One would suppose
that they were clothed with glory and the atmosphere of the holy. They
walked from east to west. Their eyes were glowing with joy and love.
Their movement was in perfect harmony and rhythm. It was very hard for
me to take my eyes off these delightful heavenly beings. My
concentration on the crowd intensified. A deep longing to know who they
were gripped my heart. As this orderly march came closer, I saw that
their hair was long. The leading pair was revealed as Jesus of Nazareth
and the beloved disciple, John. Behind were the rest of Christ’s
apostles.
“As I feasted my
eyes on this unspeakably arresting spectacle I concluded our Lord was
despised on earth and rejected by ordinary men. He suffered death at
their hands. This he did to verify the essence of the Gospel. Now God
the Father highly exalted him and robed him with honor and glory, riches
and blessing. Then and there, I heard the well-known words of Christ to
the Church undergoing martyrdom: “Be faithful unto death and I will
give you the crown of life” (Revelation 2:10b). The message of the
vision brought a fresh reality to my soul. Early in the morning I left
the vineyard and made my way to the prison to join the brothers.
Shortly after my arrival, the police chief called all of us to his
office. There were more policemen and other officials in the room. The
chief of police immediately started assailing us in a vindictive
outburst, using abusive and foul language. Worse than this was the
scourging and beating several of the brothers had to endure. They were
tortured mercilessly and some suffered bad injuries. I was sitting in
the corner of the room while this cruel drama was being enacted before
my eyes.
All of a sudden, a
holy boldness from the Lord came upon me. I stood up and with hands
uplifted as if in prayer, turned to the magistrate and addressed him:
‘Sir, your behavior and treatment has no place either in the law of God
or man. Allow me to ask you the reason for reproaching and maltreating
innocent people with beatings and vulgar language, which we never use
among ourselves.’ The reproof had its immediate effect. The magistrate
with his face turned to me, quieted down, went back to his seat, knowing
that he had been chastised. After a few minutes’ pause, he said, ‘Be
gone now. I will call you again tomorrow.’ We spent that night in
prison, praising God and singing as Paul and Silas had done in the
prison in Philippi. The following day we were called to his office. As
we were being ushered in to the presence of this magistrate, next to him
we saw the Bishop of the Armenian Apostolic Church, the ministerial head
of the Armenian Protestant churches and the priest of the Roman Catholic
Church. In their eyes we were regarded as heretics. The first thing
the magistrate did was to ask them: ‘Do you know these men? Are they
members of your congregations?’ Their answer in unison was, ‘We do not
know these men.’ In a sudden fit of anger, the magistrate obviously
irritated retorted: ‘I don’t know all the Turks by name, but I do know
them to be Turks. It is hard to imagine that you don’t know these men.
Since this is the assumption, I better release them so that they can
empty your churches by their preaching.’ With this short speech he sent
us back to our prison cells. Had these formal religious leaders
understood the Church of Jesus Christ as a divine foundation and taken
their stand for us on that day, supporting us in our spiritual mission,
we would have been spared the agony of prison life. Instead, we were
denied and betrayed by our very leaders into the hands of the enemies of
the Cross and extended imprisonment.
“”The place we
were kept in custody was called ‘Nezaret’ in Turkish. The
district attorney who received our affidavit sent it to the higher court
in Aleppo which was the capital of the vilayet (region) known by
the same name. Should the court in Aleppo declare us innocent we would
undoubtedly be set free. But if it decided to the contrary, we would
have to face a prolonged court case. It was now a matter of waiting for
the verdict of the higher court.
“In this atmosphere
of expectation the twenty-seven followers of Christ enduring hardship
for the sake of his testimony spent their days singing hymns, studying
the Word, praying and praising him. He counted them worthy to be his
witnesses during this whole ordeal. One day the magistrate invited all
the important officers in the courthouse to come together. He said,
‘Come and listen to the inspiring singing of these Christian
prisoners.’ Bilezikian relates the following development: “All of us
prisoners were called to the courtyard of the prison where the officers
already had taken their places. The magistrate addressed us, ‘Haydi,
askerlerim, (Come on, my soldiers), sing!’ This was a very happy
occasion for us to be given the privilege of singing songs of praise to
our Lord. We were not restrained in our spirits, as the Israelite
captives had been in Babylon when they plaintively moaned: “How shall
we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?” (Psalm 137:4). That
very moment the Holy Spirit gripped us with a sense of rejoicing and the
wonderful opportunity that God had opened for us. We sang:
O sinner, do not
reject His call.
Sin
goes, but then comes its toll, its toll.
Never
forget Hell’s tormenting agony;
Accept
your God’s eternal love and mercy.
We sang the whole
hymn while the officials were listening in awe. The following day we
were called to sing again. This time, our audience was larger. We
sang:
Blessed are the sons of God;
They
are bought with Christ’s own blood;
They
are ransomed from the grave;
Life
eternal they shall have.
They
are lights upon the earth,
Children of a heavenly birth;
One
with God, with Jesus one,
Glory is in them begun;
With
them numbered may we be,
Here
and in eternity.
When we had finished
singing this hymn, they looked at us with wistful eyes as if hungry for
more, and asked us to repeat the song ‘Wheat and Tares’ which we had
sung the day before:
Comes
the day of nations at the judgment bar;
Separated sinners depart to the everlasting fire;
No
longer will tares co-mingle with the wheat;
The
King speaks, their destiny is complete.
After singing this
and other hymns dear to our hearts we were returned to our cells. One
day, a prominent Turkish officer came to visit us. His revelation
amazed us: “Don’t be afraid, brothers. I am one of you. Jesus Christ
is my Savior, too.” Then he went on to explain how he had become a
Christian. “One day I was traveling to Aintab with a missionary whose
name was Miss Rohner. On the way, she told me about God’s word and
challenged me to accept Jesus Christ. Then and there, I prayed the
penitent’s prayer, ‘Lord, be merciful to me a sinner.’ My eyes were
opened and I received Jesus Christ as my personal Savior and Lord.” As
he was giving his testimony his face radiated with the beauty of Jesus
Christ.
On another day,
again all of us were joyfully singing:
There’s
not a friend like the lowly Jesus,
No, not one! No, not one!
None
else could heal all our soul’s diseases,
No, not one! No, not one!
Jesus
knows all about our struggles,
He will guide till the day is done;
There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus,
No, not
one! No, not one!
“One day the guard
brought a young Turkish bandit, Faku, into our cell. His domain was the
mountains where he and his cohorts terrorized travelers. He had been
put on the ‘most wanted’ list of criminals. Finding himself in such
narrow confinement, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He acted
like a caged lion, continuously trying to open the door or window. His
urgent desire was to get back to the freedom of his kingdom. To add to
his misery, he encountered a menace about which he knew nothing in the
mountains—bedbugs!
These hungry creatures were having a feast on his entire body, around
his eyes and even in his ears. He was swollen beyond recognition. He
was weeping, but tried to forget his ordeal by singing folk songs that
he knew by heart. On one occasion he came and sat next to us. We were
reading God’s Word. He listened intently. He also gave attention to
the prayers and singing. One of our group asked him: ‘Faku, aren’t you
a sinner? Do you realize that you need salvation from sin?’ His prompt
answer was, ‘Yes, I am a sinner.’ The conversation continued, ‘Would
you like to be saved?’ His unhesitating reply was, ‘Yes, I would like
to be saved.’ The believers directed him to a corner, where he knelt
and openly prayed, confessing his sins and repenting before God with
genuine sorrow. He sincerely asked God to have mercy on his soul. The
signs of change immediately became apparent. After a few hours of
worshipful silence, he came back to us. We asked him, ‘Faku, what did
you do?’ ‘I encountered my sins,’ he replied. ‘I threw them on a cat
and they are all gone!’ His answer was in colloquial terminology.
Anything evil which someone seeks to get rid of is cast on a cat that
runs away with it. He used his opportunity to yield his life to the
power of Jesus Christ as described in the Gospel. The believers went on
to assure Faku that Jesus Christ, God’s Son alone can remove sin and
save the sinner, and cats have no part in it.
“Among us,”
Bilezikian says, “there was a brother affiliated with the Armenian
Apostolic Church. He had a beautiful voice and sang the liturgical
hymns of his church. We all listened to him with deep appreciation. We
called this brother, ‘Zechariah the priest’. His real name was Stephan
Merjenian. Our stay in prison was not boring with all kinds of events
taking place continually. We waited, watched and prayed, not knowing
what tomorrow would bring.”