Chapter 9
On to America
We wanted to
establish a new life for ourselves and our desired destination was the
young country of the United States of America. At that time people
could freely immigrate. The first restriction came in 1924. So our
lives took a turn. In 1912, two years before the outbreak of WW I, four
of us made up our minds to leave Turkey and migrate to the United
States. We were: Nishan Terzian, Panos Der Kazarian, Bedros Agulian and
I. The ocean voyage offered us a marvelous opportunity to freely
witness to other passengers of the grace of God. The ship was full of
sorrowful people who had left their land and all they knew, in the hope
of finding a promising future in a new country. Most of them were
totally unaware of the message of Jesus Christ. While they had their
hopes set on attaining physical and material betterment, we could offer
them the great value which was immediately within their grasp by faith
in Christ. We of course sought out the Armenians, most of whom gladly
received our testimony. We had no New Testaments or other literature at
that time, but communicated the saving message of Jesus Christ from the
depths of our hearts. The voyage was rough and many were seasick. At
last we spotted land and knew we had reached our new country. After the
ship docked, we were led to Ellis Island where health checks were
carried out. At that time there was no visa requirement and no one was
questioned as to his/her motive for migrating to the U.S.A.
Here in this
beautiful land to which the Lord had led us we felt truly liberated;
discrimination and persecution were matters of the past. We gratefully
looked back on our evangelistic tours in the various towns and cities in
Anatolia. Now in America we were entirely free to make wide-reaching
evangelistic travels, holding meetings in major cities where Armenians
had migrated prior to our coming. Our experiences in Anatolia, fresh in
our minds, were a wonderful prelude to this new ministry. In those days,
there wasn’t much evangelism done among the Armenian folks since the
Americans didn’t speak Turkish or Armenian. The Armenians were
following their traditional religion, mostly without the assistance of
priests. We could sense from the outset that God had a special purpose
in leading us to the United States. We stood in amazement at the
salvation of so many precious lives, the majority of whom had escaped
the cruel regime of oppressive Abdul Hamid. The hearts of these people
were prepared to hear the message of the Lord Jesus Christ. They
experienced a delight far exceeding that of having found freedom in the
new country which had opened her arms to them. As a result of our
evangelistic efforts, small groups of Christians developed into
independent churches, later called The Armenian Brethren Churches. God
who had honored our preaching in Turkey was now doing the same in this
new land.
Some of our newcomer
brothers had been forced to serve in the Turkish army. They were
carrying many bitter memories with them. Now they were soldiers in
Christ’s army, witnessing to their own people in their adopted country.
The Armenians we encountered were from every Middle Eastern land,
especially from Turkey. However, Armenians also migrated to Egypt,
Greece, Cyprus, France and South America. After WW I, great numbers of
Armenians found refuge in Syria, Lebanon and Jordan. Many of those who
were scattered to these various places, even though they didn’t speak
the local language, acclimated themselves to the country where they had
been forced to flee and carried on the witness of Christ among their own
people.
A considerable
number of Armenians who fled from the Ottoman Empire hailed from Zeytun
in Cilicia. Zeytun, being an Armenian stronghold, also witnessed a Holy
Spirit revival during which scores of men and women were converted.
Following this revival many dispersed to surrounding towns and villages,
preaching the message of Christ. When WW I struck in the latter part of
1914, ominous clouds were already gathering. One of the plans of the
Ottoman government was to do away with the Armenian population. People
from all over the Empire were uprooted from the cities and towns where
their ancestors had lived for centuries. Zeytun was one of the
locations targeted. Following some resistance, it fell. Homes,
churches and schools were destroyed and looted. Some who escaped from
Zeytun found refuge in Marash which was still in the wave of spiritual
awakening. However, with the start of WW I, the great deportation fell
upon these people. Able-bodied men were killed and the rest of the
population was set on the road with the destination of Der-el-Zor in the
Syrian desert. Of course, a large number perished along the way.
Some of our
remaining men felt that the Lord would have them assist the women,
children, and older people, all of whom were weak and starving. The
authorities did not appreciate this act of philanthropy and asked the
men, “What are you doing?” They replied, “We are trying to alleviate
the suffering of our poor people.” The officials were aggravated and
retorted, “We drove you out here, and now you are trying to save lives?
We will show you what treatment you deserve!” They gave orders for the
execution of the men who were involved in their act of mercy. One of
the brothers known as ‘Mavy’ said to the soldiers, “In your book it is
written that you don’t take a life without first giving him an
opportunity to worship God.” He apparently convinced the soldiers, who
let him fulfill his wish. Brother Mavy opened his New Testament, from
where he gave a word of comfort and cheer to those destined for
execution. He read from Revelation 2:10, “Do not fear what you are
about to suffer…Be faithful unto death, and I will give you the crown of
life.” Through several other precious promises from God’s Word, he
gave these weary people the assurance that they would soon be with their
Savior and Lord. All at once, the men awaiting execution broke forth
into singing a hymn in Armenian, of which the English words are:
“On Jordan’s stormy bank
I stand
And cast a wishful
eye
To Canaan’s fair and
happy land,
Where my
possessions lie.
Filled with delight,
my raptured soul
Would here no
longer stay;
Though Jordan’s waves
around me roll,
Fearless I’d
launch away.
We will rest in the
fair and happy land,
Just across on
the evergreen shore,
Sing the song of
Moses and the Lamb
And dwell with
Jesus evermore.”
After the singing of
this hymn, time came for communion. But where was the bread? The
stout-hearted leader, Brother Mavy, bent down to the scorching sand and
took a handful of it. In the presence of the soldiers, ignorant of
Christian practices, he distributed a few grains of sand to each of the
condemned men. In the words of Luke 22:19, he said, “Take, eat; this
is my body which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”
The brothers then put the grains of sand into their mouths in
remembrance of him who said, “I am the living Bread” (John 6:51).
Christ must have looked down upon this strange spectacle of
remembering His death with great joy.
Strengthened and
prepared for life’s glorious journey, Brother Mavy stood before the
other brothers and with a radiant smile said to the executioners: “We
are now ready to be offered.” Following these words, he addressed his
loyal co-workers, “Brothers, this is not an hour of sorrow, but of joy
and victory.” At this valiant behavior, the enemies of the Cross stood
motionless and impotent. Minutes ticked by. The potential murderers of
this small company of believers, unable to speak or act, stood facing
them. Finally they lifted their weapons and began to fire, for fear of
their commanding officer. As the bodies fell onto the ground, God’s
word could be recalled, “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.” There on
the graveless waste of the empty desert these martyrs for the testimony
of Christ are awaiting the sound of the resurrection trumpet when the
earth shall give up its dead.
At this point, the
reader may wonder how this information was obtained since all the
Christian brothers were shot. One of them, a native of Zeytun, was
badly wounded and fell with the rest. Nobody realized that he was
alive. Under the cover of darkness he crept away from the fallen bodies
of his companions. The Lord provided His light in pitch darkness to
illumine the road ahead. He also put His hand of healing upon him,
giving him extraordinary strength to move on. After a long journey, the
brother could finally reach Aleppo where he located the meeting place of
the Christians. They were all stunned at the sight of this exhausted man
when he stepped into the room. The meeting was already in progress, but
the group asked him to speak. He told them about the last communion
conducted by Brother Mavy among the sand dunes in the desert. He
related that each and every one of the brothers on being shot dipped his
finger into his own blood and tasted his own life blood for the cup of
communion. Then this man, saved through God’s miraculous providence and
having made this long journey, breathed his last and went into the
presence of the Lord to join the other martyrs. What a joy that meeting
must have been! Some day they will all sit at the marriage supper of
the Lamb and God will wipe away all tears from their eyes.