Pastor Andrew Brunson

Pastor Andrew Brunson, now known by many as the Forgotten American in Turkey, is a member of my family. I remember the first time I saw him as a tiny baby. At that time I was still in high school. I never expected to marry his uncle. His parents were on their way to the mission field and stopped to see the family and share what they would be doing. Andrew became the first of seven children. His parents came home about once a year to see the family and drum up support. In that respect I watched him grow up. He loved to ask questions about biblical things.

With the hustle and bustle of friends and relatives when they were home, I didn’t have opportunity to get to know him well then. As time went on, his grandparents died and his family stayed at my house when they came. He still liked to discuss the Bible and ask us questions about the new pastor at our church.

We saw the family in late summer after the coup. Looking back, everyone that came to be with them that summer wanted to say “Come back home,” but none did. I doubt Andrew and Norine would have left Turkey at that time. They were sold out to the people there and to sharing Jesus with them. Whatever you, the reader, believes about Christianity, please know Andrew never went to Turkey to destroy it. He went to make a positive difference. Ironically, he made a difference, but not the way he expected. If you are a Christian, please pray for Andrew and his family. If not, be aware that Andrew would never get involved in a terrorist organization. His one and only goal is to share Jesus with those who want to hear.

“And it shall turn to you as a testimony.” Luke 21: 8-19

In the sixties a preschool age girl repeatedly endured the horrors of ritual abuse that left her with about seventy personalities. She is now integrated. She is happily married and has adult children.

On October 12, 1972 my husband’s F-4 Phantom plane was shot down over North Vietnam. He became a number in the Hanoi Hilton. For that, I am grateful. He could have been killed, but instead he came home. Now we have two grown children and two precious grandchildren.

In October of 2016 Pastor Andrew Brunson was taken prisoner by Turkey, the country where he had lived for 23 years, preached, and raised his children. Until last week, he had no idea what the charges are. He was indicted, and his court date is April 16. The prosecutor is demanding a life sentence. The crime, Christianization.

What do these people have in common? First, they have been through a horrendous ordeal. Second, they survived to give their testimony. To be sure, Andrew’s testimony is still in progress, but he knows whatever happens, God will guide him.

Andrew’s mother posted on Facebook last night, Read Luke 12-18. So I did. I will post it here, so you won’t have to look it up.

“But before all these things, they will lay their hands on you and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues and prisons. You will be brought before kings and rulers for My name sake. But it will turn out for you as an occasions for testimony. Therefore settle in your hearts not to meditate beforehand on what you will answer; for I will give you a mouth and wisdom which your adversaries will not be able to contradict or resist. You will be betrayed even by parents and brothers, and relatives and friends; and they will put some of you to death. And you will be hated by all for My name sake. But not a hair on your head shall be lost. By your patience possess your soul.”

His mother added, God has heard all your prayers. But maybe God has a greater plan in this trial. He is not where he is by accident.

Let’s add to our prayers that the Holy Spirit will speak mightily through Andrew’s mouth; that JESUS WILL BE MADE KNOWN AND GOD GLORIFIED through Andrew’s testimony; that Andrew will have great peace and authority to speak the truth in love; that he will have his feet firmly planted on the rock of God’s faithfulness; and that all of us will see past this short life through eternal eyes, knowing it will be worth it all when we see Jesus. This is an unparalleled opportunity for any army of prayer warriors to join Andrew in glorifying Jesus.

She added, “Please send this out so others who feel discouraged over the turn of events will know how to pray and not give up.”

This morning I read in 2 Corinthians 1:8-11.

“For we do not want you to be ignorant brethren, of our trouble which came to us in Asia; that we were burdened beyond measure, above strength, so that we despaired, even of life. Yes, we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves but in God who delivered us from so great a death, and does deliver us; in whom we trust that he will still deliver us, you also helping together in prayer for us, that thanks may be given by many persons on our behalf for the gift granted to us by many.”

Hundreds, if not thousands all over the world have prayed fervently for Andrew. Many prayed for my husband. Until recently no one prayed for the little girl.

My husband gives his testimony of how God helped him through his time in Hanoi to anyone who asks. The little girl has given permission for me to write her story in a book that will come out soon. For her safety, she has not given permission for her identity to be revealed.

http://www.foxnews.com/world/2018/03/20/us-pastor-faces-35-years-in-jail-in-turkey-for-terror-links.html

Andrew’s testimony is in limbo at the moment, but soon he will have the opportunity to witness to everyone in the room where he will be tried.

Please pray for Andrew and his family.

What Can Be Worse than the Worst Abuse of All?

Since my last blog was entitled The Worst Abuse of All, you may think I’m crazy. You would be wrong, because if you remember, I ended it by saying, “This may not be the worst abuse of all.” In my opinion, it’s horrible, but not the worst. Spiritual or cult abuse by a parent is worse. Can you imagine a mother who would take her baby child to cult meetings in the middle of the night, just to allow the leaders to drug, rape, shame, and twist the truth beyond recognition?

There were times when I would say I couldn’t imagine such a terrible thing. Then in my counseling office, I met several counselees who experienced such human tragedies when they were small children. The mind of a child has no place to put this type of abuse, so they dissociate it away. It’s similar to creating an imaginary friend. Children who have not experienced those circumstances may create an imaginary friend. It’s normal. In fact, it shows a good imagination. Children who have experienced cult abuse are different. Sometimes the cult leaders trick them to create alters by calling them differenct names at different times. Alters is another word used for multiple personalities, which is now called DID or dissociative identity disorder. God created their minds to use the alters so they could forget or dissociate away the abuse that happened while they were children.

As they grow to adulthood, memories come back. They still may not know why they have such strange thoughts and voices in their heads. At first, the alters help them make it through the day. If the abuse continued for a long time, the adult parts of the person may go for years wondering why they struggle so. They don’t remember that part of their lives. I have read it takes about five years for the psychiatric community to recognize a person has alters. Yet they need help to find their real self, the self they were born to be. They need to remember the past in order to forget the past.

It often takes years for the abuse victim to find the help they need. In the meantime, they struggle to survive. Most do survive, because God has wired them to be survivors. People with dissociative identity disorder are still children at heart, children in adult bodies who feel shame and fear in most circumstances. They need caring people to help them learn ways to manage life. They are not dangerous to others, but they may be dangerouse to themselves at times. If you happen to know a person with DID, please be kind and helpful. Once they trust you, they will do anything to keep your friendship so be sensitive to their pain. They are some of my favorite people.

The Worst Abuse of All

Traffickers steal the freedon of their prey. They force them to take drugs to keep their victims so addicted they don’t believe they can leave. It, in fact, is true. They can’t leave. They are prisoners of war, a war for human decency. Most victims never dreamed it would happen to them, but I’ve been told once a pimp gets a person, he won’t let go.

It’s money. It’s slave labor. It’s selfishness. It’s deplorable. Being held prisoner and forced to use their bodies in ways they never expected is deplorable. Not the person, but the situation. But they don’t know how to get out, and they sometimes become so brain-washed they think they want to stay. It sickens me that one human can do that to another.

This is not always grown women. They take little girls,teens, men and even babies.

Traffickers even abduct children.

I asked my nephew who was a policeman in a large city where the trafficking is worse. He said it’s worse from the high value suburbs to the downtown area and everywhere in between. I asked again for clarification. He repeated exactly what he said before. As we sat and talked with others, including his mother, he had never told her as much about his work before.

What can the average citizen do about trafficking? First, pray. Not only for the victims you don’t know, but also for the young girls and boys you do know. Pray for the police who have to deal with this horrible problem. Pray for the little girls who find themselves trapped and drugged, when they started to walk to a friends house. Pray for the parents who have no idea where their little girls are. Yes, traffickers grab little girls off the street and give them drugs to keep them from running. As they got hooked on drugs, they also became hooked on their abusers. Pray for people like my friend who may get a call from the police in the middle of the night and drive to the worst part of the city and rescue the girl who wants out. Then pray that she gets out and stays out.

Father, only You can heal this great land of trafficking. Please protect our children. Please watch over our police officers. Please be with those who have been trafficked and the families of those who have no idea where their family member is. Pray for the judges who have to determine what to do with the traffickers when they get arrested. Pray this will stop.

This may not be the worst abuse of all. More later.