Chapter 6
Bible Restored
– Prison Atmosphere Enlivened
On one of the many
days we spent in this prison, I was invited to the office of the
magistrate. At the outset, he had mercilessly scourged some of us,
emptying all sorts of profanity and foul language on us. Now his
arrogant manner had given way to a reasonable mien. Amazingly, he
talked with a magnanimous spirit, displaying some concern. His attitude
was like that of a father talking to his son. He asked, “Are the other
prisoners giving you trouble?” I answered, “No, sir.” Then he posed
another question, “Is there any favor that I can do for you?” It may be
recalled that when we entered this prison this man had taken away our
Bibles. I was hungry and thirsty for the Word of God. Without any
hesitation, I said, “Sir, if it would please your honor, let me have my
Bible. I will be grateful to you.” Immediately he responded, “Very
well, my son. You may go now and I will send your Bible right away.”
Shortly after I returned to my cell a policeman brought my Bible to me.
What a great favor this was! What unspeakable joy filled my soul! The
Words of Life were with me once again. Little wonder that the Apostle
Paul shortly before his martyrdom wrote to Timothy, “My dearly beloved
son, when you come, bring with you the books, but especially the
parchments.”
As I mentioned
before, we were among the worst kinds of criminals, offenders who had
been sentenced to long jail terms. Human beings could not survive long
in the conditions we were subjected to. The cells were filled with
filth; there was a terrible foul smell. The place was infested with
lice, fleas and bedbugs, all of which were having a heyday biting us and
sucking our blood. Not knowing the outcome of our case, day after day
we were living in this hell on earth. This may surprise the reader, but
we were given no food. One day, one of the brothers among us received
food from his family. He immediately shared it with the rest of us. So
we all got a little taste of home-cooked Armenian food. For five months
we were kept in these strict and deplorable conditions. In faith we
were anticipating our Lord’s intervention. We believed that he would
not delay in coming to our aid, rescuing us and taking vengeance on
those who were treating us without any pity. As we waited day after
day, we finally learned that our case was being examined by the
provincial superior court in Aleppo and that the outcome would soon be
made known. What else could we do, but to resort to the best practice,
namely, fasting and prayer for three days? We asked the Lord that his
mercy may soon touch the hearts of the members of the superior court and
bring our long-overdue liberation. All twenty-seven of us joined with
one heart in this earnest petition. During this time, people who knew
our plight were remembering us. One of those who worked very fervently
on our behalf was Dr. Shepard of the American hospital in Aintab. He
directly appealed to the American and British Counsels in Aleppo to use
their influence in order to extend some assistance.
This noble effort
was to no avail because our case had gone to Sultan Abdul Hamid II. It
is well known by all historians that he was a merciless and cruel
emperor. He hated everybody, especially the Armenians. He had
initiated the first Armenian genocide in the East in 1895. When our
case was brought to his attention, being told that we were all
Armenians, his reaction was typical of his character: “Do not let these
prisoners go free.” After three days, the news arrived that with
imperial decree we were indicted and that we would be summoned to appear
before the court for further hearing. Alas! The development was
altogether contrary to what we were anticipating by faith in our Lord.
We were all disappointed to the depth of our hearts, as this decree
could be interpreted that we were all doomed to an indefinite time of
uncertain waiting. We were cast into a misery which grew day by day.
Our group consisted of men of different ages. The four youngest and
most vulnerable endured much reproach and denigration at the hands of
the other prisoners. We were men without food, without any opportunity
to bathe or care for our hygienic needs. No hope of release was in
sight. We came to a point where our faith was being tested. Sadness
overtook all of us, as we knew well that we had committed no offense.
In the midst of all, we thanked God that his renewed assurance was
uplifting us moment by moment. We said to each other: “God must have a
great purpose for our own good and the good of his testimony.” Our
faith rested firmly on the words of Romans 8:28, as our prison cell
became a crucible to cleanse our hearts and test the genuiness of our
faith. “The crucible is for silver, and the furnace is for gold, and
the LORD tries the hearts” (Proverbs 17:3).
We were constantly
discussing our case among ourselves. One day the suggestion was put
forward by one of our group that we should compose a joint letter to
some of the leading citizens of Marash. Immediately we started to
write. The gist of the letter was our request that they intercede on
our behalf with the governor of the city. We mentioned that our case
was a different one; therefore a decision should be given to separate us
twenty-seven prisoners from the rest of the common criminals and allow
us to stay in a different place. Our request was watered with much
intercession and supplication. God intervened and twenty-four hours
after our application reached the governor’s hands, an affirmative
decision was made! We were all removed from the rest of the prisoners
and shifted to a large room in the prison which was cleared out
beforehand so that everybody in our group could be with each other. What
a blessing! That same evening all of us were together in this area.
Our hearts were filled with joy and thanksgiving to our Lord who had
graciously delivered us, his sheep, from among wolves. Our overwhelming
joy nearly equaled what a word of release would have brought. For five
months we had been separated from each other. Our heavenly father saw
to it that once again we were in each other’s company. All of us knelt
and praised God with hymns of gratitude. We felt like being fibers
worked into a single cord. We immediately started growing strong in one
another’s fellowship and above all, having Jesus Christ in our midst.
This move was very
providential because here we spent another six months. I cannot refrain
from recording some of the unforgettable experiences that we had in this
God-provided place. One day Brother Karekin and I were summoned to the
city hall to meet the mayor. We were in excited anticipation to learn
the reason of his beckoning us. The mayor ushered us into his private
office and locked the door. His countenance expressed his curiosity.
After the three of us had sat down together, he wanted to learn who we
were and what our message was. The Lord gave us a sense of humility,
mingled with joy. What an opportunity to testify of our faith in a
living God and our having experienced repentance through our Savior
Jesus Christ! We spoke of the transforming power of the blessed Holy
Spirit in our hearts and lives. The man listened attentively to words
which he was probably hearing for the first time in his life. He had a
beard to which his hand repeatedly reached, stroking it gently again and
again. Looking at us sympathetically he spoke with restrained feeling:
“My sons, there has come to you (hidayati rahmani) a God-inspired
desire to seek the Truth. Don’t worry; the Lord is going to set you
free. If you encounter any trouble in the prison, let me know.”
Vartan Bilezikian
continues to relate: “I mentioned before that our cells were infested
with bedbugs. Day and night, these were our chief tormentors. Every
corner of space was teeming with these tormenting pests. But a miracle
took place! These carnivorous blood-suckers became friendly toward us;
they were all around like a herd of cattle in a wide pasture, but never
came near us. It was the God of Daniel who had constrained the hungry
lions’ mouths who kept these merciless creatures from sucking our
blood. Before we were moved to the larger quarters the prisoners in the
cells heard of our experience with the bedbugs. It may sound strange,
but it is true, and the prisoners started inquiring about it. They came
to learn that this indeed was the case. This exciting news item spread
among the prison officers. They started remarking, “Bedbugs are
powerless against the ’Roohjular’ (spiritual ones). For
some reason, they don’t attack them.” This event evoked plenty of
discussion in the prison, arousing great curiosity. The officers were
so eager to get the details that they delved into detail about this
unusual state of affairs. When they were convinced that what they had
heard was really true, they dropped the case in puzzlement.
The mayor’s
interrogation was thorough. The result of it reached the governor; both
he and the district attorney were satisfied that all of us were innocent
young men and that the charges against us were unfounded. However, this
wasn’t going to change their minds. The orders from headquarters were
exact. The band of believers was to be destroyed. No favors of any kind
were to be granted. However, our trust was in our sovereign God who had
not forgotten or forsaken us until now. He answered our prayers in an
unusual way. Suddenly, both the governor and district attorney who were
working hard against us were dismissed from their positions.
About this time,
Brother Hamparsum Kellejian had a vision which he related to us: “I saw
the Prelate of the Armenian Apostolic Church in Marash. From his side
through an opening there flowed black water, and he died a lamentable
death, crying in great agony.” A few days later we heard that a
well-known churchman had attacked the Prelate, whose demeanor and
conduct had been scandalous. The Prelate started brooding over the
serious charges brought against him by the leading churchman. As a
result, he suffered a stroke; strangely his side opened and he died an
excruciating death. God’s verdict came to our minds: “…he who touches
you touches the apple of his eye” (Zechariah 2:8b). The unfortunate
Prelate had been a person of great talents and abilities. By profession
he was an architect and he held a very high ecclesiastical position. I
regret to recall the conduct of Annas and Caiaphas who surrendered the
apostolic band of believers to anti-Christian authorities.
One of the notorious
men in prison was Zamir Hoja. He was a Muslim fanatic through and
through, an avowed enemy of the Christian faith and the followers of
Christ. He fought mercilessly against our singing and praying. In the
prison he was the man who caused us the most trouble. We all considered
him an incarnation of Satan, a man bent on scheming evil and executing
it. Not only was he a determined enemy of the Christian faith and the
believers, but he constantly instigated the prisoners against us. This
was his daily routine. One day while he was carrying on one of his
tirades, suddenly the Lord struck him. His senses left him and demons
entered his body. Being governed by the evil spirits and unable to get
rid of them, he started running in every direction, yelling menacing
threats at the other prisoners. One night he became so violent that the
rest of the prisoners and even the guards found themselves in the midst
of a great nightmare. The prison police commanded him to shut up, but
he paid no attention to them. As they were dragging him from his cell,
he was ranting and raving, totally out of control. It was winter. In
the courtyard, there was a fountain and its water was half-frozen. They
grabbed him and threw him into the fountain. Afterwards, they
transferred him soaking wet to a dark isolation cell. He was doomed to
finish his days in that place. From then on we never saw his face. Once
again, our sovereign God manifested his justice and way of executing
judgment.
Our most-appreciated
involvement was singing hymns, praying and studying God’s word. The
practice was an essential part of our prison routine. Amazingly, the
prisoners who started memorizing the hymns we sang joined us. Among the
many heart-lifting songs that we sang was the one that became our
favorite:
Thou, my
everlasting portion,
More
than friend or life to me,
All
along my pilgrim journey,
Savior,
let me walk with thee.
In the prison there
were both Turks and Arabs. They liked this hymn so much that whenever
we sang it, they joined in singing the refrain, “Close to Thee, Close to
Thee…” With joyful hearts we often heard the prisoners remark, “God
sent you here to be a light to us in this dark prison at this awful
period of our lives. Your companionship and witness has affected us
greatly. May God’s blessing be upon you.”
Among the prisoners
was a hoja (Muslim teacher-priest). He was an honorable person
from a town called Albistan. Often he came to hear the Word of God and
our testimony. The Spirit of God worked marvelously in his heart.
Finally, he repented of his sins, confessed his need of Christ the
Savior and testified to the saving grace of God. “Now I am one of you,
brothers,” he said. No one noticing the wonderful transformation which
had taken place in his heart and observing his changed countenance could
doubt for a moment that the miracle of grace had been completed in this
man’s life. He was a truly born-again person, a child of God. Whenever
he met with us, his face radiated the joy of the testimony he was
sharing with others. Alas, one morning he disappeared. We can only
assume that because of his determined faith and testimony for Christ he
died as a martyr in the hands of blind and fanatic Muslims. We expect
to meet him among the redeemed in glory, in fact among the company of
the martyrs mentioned so distinctly in the book of Revelation.
I made reference to
the fact that our meager supply of food came occasionally from the
prisoners’ families. Every recipient was mindful to share the food
brought to him with the others. It will be well understood that all
twenty-seven in the group had to go hungry often. We prayed and came to
the decision that we should appeal to the authorities to recognize for
us the same rights enjoyed by the other prisoners. Again,
providentially, our request was granted and they decided to give each of
us a loaf of black bread daily. We were blessed by having a piece of
cloth which we spread on the floor, using it as a table cloth. We placed
the bread on it, to eat along with any food provided through the
kindness of the various families. With hymns of praise and thanksgiving
we asked the Lord to bless the food, ‘having all things in common’,
as it is mentioned in the Acts of the Apostles. Our bountiful heavenly
Father always provided some food for us. It was obvious to all that we
had a great love for each other. Nobody was selfish; everybody was
eager to share from what he had received.
This sacrificial
spirit made a deep impression on the other inmates and officials who
observed our practice of sharing. At times the spirit of prayer would
come on us and one after the other would lift his voice in rather long
supplications. Such a session would last between three and four hours.
We forgot the table set before us. The food and bread remained
untouched. Again, this had a great impact on the personnel and on the
other prisoners. They started wondering why we would sit around the
table spread with food and wait so long before we began eating. Our
putting spiritual nourishment before the physical, in this way
displaying our self-discipline, was entirely new to everyone around us.
This led them to make their way to the guards to complain: “These
‘Roohjular’ (spiritual ones) don’t eat their meals; they simply sit
around the table and move their lips. One of the prison staff who heard
this complaint was known as ‘kel chavoush’ (bald-headed
orderly). He was a ruffian. One day he angrily came in holding a club
and a flashing sword. He shouted intimidatingly, “Ey, why don’t you eat
your food? Are you all crazy? Have you lost your minds?” After
throwing these insults he attacked us. He shouted, “I will crush your
heads with this club!” Our soft-spoken answer to him was, “We beg your
pardon, sir, we are not crazy or off balance. We are at prayer,
worshiping and praising our God.” When kel chavoush heard our
remark, with the words, ‘prayer’ and ‘Allah’ he was silenced. His
furious manner was transformed: “Forgive me, my sons; I cannot threaten
you any more.” Would to God that more people had such regard for prayer
and deep reverence for the name of Allah as this intimidating Muslim
displayed on that day! The words ‘Allah’ and ‘prayer’ disarmed him.
This was a clear example of how God could take the wind out of the sails
of his enemies in times of immense insecurity and reckless threats, and
calm them down.