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.