6.5.15 The Heart of My Father: The Persecuted Russian Saints

Imagine hearing a knock on your door, looking through the peephole, and seeing police on the other side. I bet your heart rate would quicken. What if they have come to report a lost loved one? Perhaps there’s been a crime in your neighborhood and they need to ask you a few questions. Few of us would worry about a house search for Christian literature that would lead to an arrest—unless you lived in Russia.

Today I continue my series on Dad’s spiritual legacy, which includes a lifelong ministry to the persecuted Russian saints. I honor him by sharing three more prayer requests from his Intercessory Agreement,¹ all related to his Russian ministry.

#3 – Giving the Russian saints and inquirers plenty of Bibles and related literature without fear of confiscation. 

I wish I knew how Dad became burdened for the persecuted Russian believers. I’m guessing he became involved through mission work at his church. He started a letter-writing ministry to partner with a fledgling Russian church that needed prayer support, encouragement, Christian literature, and Bibles. Through mutual correspondence, he learned that a Russian Christian church living in a Communist State had to register with the government. In other words, churches were property of the State. The government knew all their activities, the content of their sermons, and the identities of their members. Russian believers who didn’t want to register with their government formed underground churches.

My father learned about Lydia S. through his correspondence. Lydia was a hospital nurse who became a Christian at age twenty-one. She was married with three children and belonged to an underground church that secretly met in members’ homes. Lydia yearned to emigrate to the United States. To prepare for an eventual move, she taught herself English by comparing a Russian Bible with one given to her by an American.

Bibles were hard to come by in Russia. Dad prayerfully determined that he should supply them to his sister church. I’m not talking about regular UPS shipments to Russia. Dad decided in the early 1970s to hand-deliver Bibles by smuggling them into Russia, where he would meet Lydia and her family. He knew the potential dangers of the trip, but his prayer team covered him every step of the way. Dad was particularly concerned about going through customs, but by God’s hand, the authorities never opened his luggage. While in Moscow, he found families who gladly opened their homes to him. Dad’s goal was to remain incognito and minister to the underground church where Lydia worshiped.

The Red Square at Night

The Red Square at Night

When Dad returned home, he decided he wanted to have stronger communications with this sister church, so he learned the Russian language. Imagine a fifty-year-old high school teacher learning Russian as a second language in the evenings. He cared about these Russian saints. He mastered their language well enough that he was certified to teach it at the high school level. Here was his first class of five students:

1988, Dad's First Year Russian Students

1988, Dad’s First Year Russian Students

 

Dad had another prayer request in his Intercessory Agreement related to his Russian ministry:

#4 – The prevention of any further arrests or confinements of Christians in the USSR and the provision of freedom to meet and worship without disturbances. 

As Lydia grew spiritually, so did her conviction to speak out about the government’s unwillingness to let Christian families leave the country. She became known as a “Christian activist,” a “Soviet Dissident,” and a “Refusenik.” “Refuseniks” were people who had applied for an emigration, but had been refused by the government. In fact, she became known as the boldest, most persistent religious dissident in the Soviet Union. She was a member of a Pentecostal sect that was outlawed in the Soviet Union because its members refused to register their churches with the government. She paid a price for being outspoken.

In March of 1981, when she was thirty-seven years old, she and ten other Pentecostal women staged a brief demonstration for the freedom to emigrate. They gathered in the corner courtyard of the Lenin Library across the street from the Supreme Soviet, the nation’s parliament. She held up signs with slogans like “Give us Freedom,” or “Let us out of the USSR.” The KGB broke up the rally and dragged her away while she shouted, “Let me emigrate!” Since this was the first time she had ever participated in publicizing her plight, they released her. However, her name became known among the authorities, who watched her closely.

One night Lydia heard a knock on her door. The KGB stood before her and told her that they were performing a house search. They spent eight hours in her apartment searching for Bibles and anything religious, including a Billy Graham book, Peace with God, which had been translated into Russian. Once they were done, her telephone was yanked from the wall and disconnected. Her family endured these daylong searches twice, scaring her three children. They wanted to arrest her, but when the KGB called their superiors, they were told to “leave her alone for a while.” Dad knew all about these incidents because he was integrally involved in helping Lydia’s church.

This led to one more prayer request found in his Intercessory Agreement: 

#5 – The release of all Russian saints from prisons and camps.

In 1984 there were over 1,500 unregistered Protestant congregations meeting in members’ homes. They kept their membership at forty or less to deflect notice from the government. Soviet law required registration of any religious group of twenty or more who met at a specified worship place. Anyone who was caught faced the possibility of imprisonment. It broke Dad’s heart when he learned from Lydia that many brothers and sisters in Christ remained in prison or camps where they were treated as criminals.

After four years of requesting a visa to emigrate to the U.S. and being denied, Lydia tried to resign her Soviet citizenship by sending in her “internal passport.” The internal passport is the primary identity document for any Russian citizen fourteen years of age or older. The KGB took notice and summoned her to their headquarters. She knew that this could be the last time she ever saw her family. She packed her bags, and her family prayed over her as she left her home. When she arrived, she received a “warning sermon” and was sent back home.

Lydia still wanted to emigrate. Dad, along with many other Christians associated with the underground church, continued to pray that Lydia and her family would be allowed to come to the United States. When Dad learned that her chance increased if she had relatives here, Dad adopted her!  Now Lydia had a connection to the United States. She made another request to emigrate, and they finally let her leave. From the Soviet Union’s vantage point, by allowing Lydia to leave, they were depriving Moscow’s unregistered Pentecostal Church of one of its strongest leaders. I gained a Russian sister! She moved to Austin in November of 1985 with her family and lived with my Dad and brother for six months before they found their own apartment. Lydia’s family eventually moved to Massachusetts. Once they left, we lost contact with her.

Lydia, second on left, with husband, kids, and mother

Lydia, second on left, with husband, kids, and mother

As I reflect on Dad’s ministry to the persecuted Russian saints, I take away this key principle from Dad’s legacy: If we’re going to be involved in any ministry, BE ALL IN. Dad’s heart was in it from the beginning. His ministry began through letter writing and getting to know his brothers and sisters in the Pentecostal church. As his love for them grew, his level of involvement grew. He went from praying for more Bibles to delivering them himself. As the years went by, he wanted to be more effective in his communication with them, so he learned the Russian language. Finally, to help a woman who risked her life by criticizing her government, he adopted her to give her and her family a home to come to in the United States. He was loved not only by Lydia, but multiple Russian families he discipled.

Dad with Lydia and other Russian Christians

Dad with Lydia and other Russian Christians

Lydia with her kids and friend

Lydia with her kids and friend

Lydia far Right with other Russian friends

Lydia, far right, with other Russian friends

Lydia with Mother, husband in middle, and friends

Lydia with Mother, husband in middle, and friends

Another Russian Family

Another Russian Family

Dad's Bday Celebrated by Russian Saints April 30, 1981

Dad’s Birthday Celebrated by Russian Saints April 30, 1981

Today I offer a reflection question. As you consider the ministries you’re involved in, are you “all in?” If not, what could you do to step up and commit? If you’d like to share your thoughts, please comment below.

 

Blessings,

Lee Ann

 

¹ Dad’s Intercessory Agreement contained this language: In the hope that it is meaningful and that my earthly life is still at least partly mine to give, I am willing to lay down the rest of my earthly life if You count that of sufficient value that You are willing in exchange to do the things I have listed below:

¹ Prayer Request #1: The salvation of my children, Gene and Lee Ann. http://wp.me/p3LmrK-ry

¹ Prayer Request #2: The salvation of every soul I have ever asked You for or will ever ask for in prayer. http://wp.me/p3LmrK-rN

Other Resources:

Utica NY Daily Press, 1986-1763, 3-8-1986

Gettysburg Times, 12-21-1984

http://upi.com/4758152

The Ukranian Weekly 1981-12

The Ukranian Weekly 1982-31

The Miami News, 3-8-1986

The Miami Herald, 7-7-1984

The Austin American Statesman, 5-29-1986

5.22.15 The Heart of My Father: Lost Souls

Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.

~ Matt 28:19-20

 

My Dad took the Great Commission seriously. He didn’t read it as a suggestion, but as a commandment, just as the Lord presented it. Dad had a heart for the spiritually lost. He felt a burden to pray for them regularly and share the gospel as opportunities arose.

In my last post I shared the introduction of his Intercessory Agreement with God that he wrote on May 14, 1983. He was willing to give up his life in exchange for answered prayer on eight requests. I shared the first prayer request, the salvation of my brother Gene and me last week. [Read It Here] Today, I want to continue honoring my father by sharing his second request. He wrote,

#2 – The salvation of every soul I have ever asked You for or will ever ask you for in prayer. 

I wonder how many lost souls his prayers represent! He prayed for unbelievers for over sixty years. If he knew you before you became a Christian, there’s a good chance he interceded for you. As I reflect on this part of his spiritual legacy, there were three ways that Dad was intentional about reaching the lost:

He wrote a book, Without Excuse, to reach a lost family member.

Uncle Gene was our genius in the family with an IQ of 160. He received his Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics and worked at the renowned Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory in California. The Lawrence Labs exist to ensure the safety, security, and reliability of our nation’s nuclear weapons through the application of advanced science, engineering, and technology. Uncle Gene was an atheist. As a scientist, he claimed there was no empirical evidence for God.

Uncle Gene with Mother and Lee Ann

Uncle Gene with Mother and Lee Ann

Out of a love for Uncle Gene, Dad wrote a book to show him that God in His infinite wisdom revealed Himself and made Himself plain to all of us.  As it is written in Romans 1:18-20, “The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities – His eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are WITHOUT EXCUSE.”

Without Excuse 

 

Every Sunday Evening He Met with a Prayer Group

When we think of small groups in which we gather with other Christians, most of us think of bible study groups. We come together for the primary purpose of studying Scripture, while we use prayer to open and close our time. We often pray for the needs of the people in our class if time permits. My father, on the other hand, attended a prayer group, in which the primary focus was prayer.

Dad brought me to one of his gatherings when I was in my twenties. He had prayed with the same nine people for nearly twenty years. As a first-timer, I came to listen and silently pray in agreement with the requests that members lifted to God. I heard the grief and the tears expressed over loved ones who didn’t know Jesus as their Lord and Savior. I began to understand the power of prayer, the intimacy of sharing our hearts through prayer, and how it deepened the walk of my fellow Christians.

I am deeply grateful to my father for introducing me to prayer groups. I have a Prayer Ministry team that gathers at my office every Thursday. It is the most cherished time I spend with fellow Christians, joining in agreement over a variety of kingdom issues. This prayer time deepens my relationship with them, and it deepens our relationship to God.

I wonder what would happen if all bible study groups across our nation became prayer groups for a month. How refreshing it would be to change the focus of our gatherings and increase our intimacy with one another and with the Lord. If I had a magic wand, I would make that happen. It’s a completely different experience and worth the time to do it. There is so much power in prayer.

 

He maintained a list of those who were spiritually lost and prayed for them regularly

Dad taught me to keep a list of those who appeared to be spiritually lost. Although we don’t have the ability to judge anyone’s heart, he encouraged me to record names as the Lord burdened my heart. It sounds so basic, but over the years I have learned that many of my Christian peers don’t keep a list. Maybe this is a “Dad” thing, but I find it valuable. I keep a Word document that I update as needed.

Dad’s spiritual influence in the area of prayer facilitated my growth as a Christian. I am deeply indebted to him. I can’t help but wonder if on April 8th, the day he died, if God honored Dad’s Intercessory Agreement. Dad was willing to lay down his life early in exchange for “The salvation of every soul I have ever asked You for or will ever ask you for in prayer.” 

 

Would you pray in agreement with me that every soul that Dad prayed for will discover salvation in Christ before they die?

 

Blessings,

Lee Ann

5.10.15 Romans 9

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What does all of this prove? That God was not unjust in saving some and judging others, because He was only fulfilling the Old Testament prophecies given centuries ago. He would be unjust if He did not keep His own Word. But even more than that, these prophecies show that God’s election has made possible the salvation of the Gentiles. This is the grace of God. At the Exodus, God rejected the Gentiles and chose the Jews, so that, through the Jews, He might save the Gentiles. The nation of Israel rejected His will, but this did not defeat His purposes. A remnant of Jews does believe and God’s Word has been fulfilled.

5.8.15 The Heart of My Father: Praying for His Children

When you need prayer, who do you count on to pray for you?  If even one person comes to mind, consider yourself blessed beyond measure. For me, that person was my father. His spiritual legacy contained intercessory prayer at its core.  He was my top prayer warrior.

Dad believed in the power of prayer and faithfully prayed for my brother Gene and me on a daily basis. He considered it his highest privilege and responsibility as a parent to cover us in prayer. Like most parents, Dad wanted to see his children healthy and happy. He wanted us to succeed in whatever career we pursued. But Dad’s prayer life focused on our spiritual well-being. He subscribed to 3 John 4: “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the light.”

Can you imagine a parent praying over you on a DAILY basis? I realize many of us pray for our loved ones when certain events or circumstances arise. Dad certainly did that when Gene and I faced challenges. However, Dad deeply desired that Gene and I would know Christ as our Savior. Isn’t that what all Christian parents want?! Sure it is. We want our loved ones to know Jesus and enjoy a love relationship with Him for eternity. Dad wanted us to discover our purpose in God’s kingdom and live our lives serving Him.

He was so committed to praying for our salvation that he was willing to give up his life in exchange for our salvation. You read that right. He was willing to lay down his life in return for our salvation. How many of us are willing to offer our life in exchange for an answered prayer? I’ll be honest. I have never offered God my willingness to give up my life for anything or anyone. Dad knew it was a win-win for him, as it is for all Christians. He understood that “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.” (2 Cor 5:8). How did I know that he was willing to die for me and Gene in exchange for our salvation?

Dad wrote an Intercessory Agreement with God on May 14, 1983. At that time he was 47 and divorced. He was living in Austin teaching at Crockett High School. I was out of college working my first job, and Gene was a senior at the University of Texas. I found the document in one of his files after he died. Here’s the opening of his Intercessory Agreement:

“I know and am very grateful that, as your child, I am not my own, that I am bought with a price. Because of that I understand that You are already absolutely free to take my life to Your glory at any moment, and that this agreement will in no way alter that. If Your desires require my life, then I happily lay it down without reference to anything but my eternal life in You, my Father. I will never cease praising You and thanking You for my redemption in Jesus Christ and the incredible heritage You have given me in Him. However, You evidently still allow human free will to operate to some extent in areas of the lives of Your children. There do appear to be some choices within a calling from You. In the hope that it is meaningful and that my earthly life is still at least partly mine to give, I am willing to lay down the rest of my earthly life if You count that of sufficient value that You are willing in exchange to do the things I have listed below:

#1. The salvation of my children, Gene and Lee Ann. Dad listed seven more prayer requests that mattered to him the most, and I’m going to share them in time. Each request reveals his heart and how closely he walked with God.

Dad’s intercessory prayer ministry has shaped who I have become. I won’t fully appreciate his prayer covering over me until I get to heaven, but I know I miss it now! I believe that I am becoming the woman God created me to be in Christ Jesus because of his faithfulness to pray for me daily. His legacy lives in me, and I am committed to carrying it on. I have prayed daily for my family members for years. As I pray, I quote many Scripture passages that will help them grow spiritually, just as Dad did for me.

I now have the opportunity to make a powerful difference in the life of one precious young lady, my goddaughter, Serenity.

Serenity Leaning Pic

Serenity 7.4.14

Serenity is a striking young lady with an adorable personality and a beautiful spirit within. She is finishing her freshman year at Texas Tech University. I have the privilege of being a godly influence in her life. I want to do for her exactly what Dad did for me, and that is to pray for her daily, focusing on her spiritual growth.

Dad committed to pray for us daily, but his intercession went well beyond his children! I look forward to sharing more of his legacy in the weeks to come.

If you are a parent, I hope Dad’s legacy inspires you to pray more deeply for your children if you aren’t doing that already. Children are a precious gift from the Lord, and we have the honor to care for them through daily prayer. Do you have a special prayer for your children that you don’t mind sharing with us?

Blessings,

Lee Ann

4.24.15 My Last Hour With Dad

Wednesday, April 8th, 4:30 pm, the charge nurse at Dad’s care facility called to inform me that Dad was having difficulty breathing, and they had called an ambulance. I wasn’t alarmed. Dad might be having an allergic reaction to medication, which could be easily treated. He’s been taken by ambulance in the past for chest pain and was quickly stabilized. The doctors diagnosed and treated him for atrial fibrillation, discharging him with a prescription to regulate his heart rate.

I felt confident the doctors would evaluate him now and help him breathe easier and decided to go ahead with my scheduled oil change at 5:00 pm. Within five minutes, while the car was up on the rack with no oil in it, the ER physician called me.

“Miss Penick, I am Dr. Li. I’m caring for your father in the ER and need to confirm that your Dad’s “Do Not Resuscitate” (DNR) directive is still active,” he said.

“Absolutely,” I replied.

“Your father is experiencing severe respiratory distress. When we follow DNRs, we typically don’t intubate a patient. In the meantime, we will do everything possible to keep him comfortable, but I consider this an end-of-life situation.”

Dad might be dying, and my car was sitting on top of a rack. I called my brother Gene to alert him of Dad’s predicament and got his voicemail. The oil change was about done when Dr. Li called me a second time at 5:30 pm.

“Miss Penick, are you okay with us inserting a central line for your father?” he asked.

“I have no idea what a central line is! Is this something that sustains him, or comforts him?” I asked.

“A central line is basically an IV in the neck, and I think it would help regulate his blood pressure, which should make him more comfortable,” he said.

“If it keeps him more comfortable, then by all means do it,” I said. “The main thing is that he does NOT want procedures that artificially sustain him.” I called Gene and left another message with the latest update.

The car was ready, so I took off into traffic that was barely moving. Rush hour. It took me 45 minutes just to get to the toll roads where I could go 80 mph and bypass most of I-35, which is always congested. As I began my trek to the hospital, my phone rang again at 6:30 pm. This time it was Dr. Patel, another attending ER physician.

“Are you on your way?” he asked.

“I am trying to get there as fast as I can,” I replied. I explained that I was stuck at a service station waiting on my oil change and then was delayed by traffic. “I live in far north Austin and the hospital is fifty minutes from here using the toll roads.”

“I need to tell you that your Dad does not look good, and it is my recommendation that we let him go.”

“What exactly does that mean?” I inquired.

“We are using a bi-pap machine to help him get more oxygen. Once we remove the mask from his nose and mouth, he will have to breathe on his own. He may go in a few minutes, or it may be a few hours.”

“My Dad is more than ready to go. I affirm your recommendation and hope I get to see him before he dies.” I thanked him for the clarification and told him that I was on the road and would get there as soon as possible. I left a third message for Gene to let him know what the doctor recommended and my support of it.

I finally got to the hospital around 7:15 pm and rushed in to find my father. A male nurse led me to an open room that was divided into three sections by thin curtains. I found him with the bi-pap mask still assisting him with oxygen while gasping for each breath.

“Can my Dad hear me?” I asked.

“He can. His level of consciousness is reduced, but his eyes met our eyes when we asked him a couple of questions, so he is aware of what’s going on.”

I stood by his gurney and told him I was here. His eyes tried to move toward me. For the next fifteen minutes, I held his hand while giving him words of encouragement, interspersed with kisses on the cheek. I assured him that I was here to stay and would not leave his side.

The nurse explained three different numbers they were watching on Dad’s monitor: blood pressure, pulse rate, and respiratory rate. The key metric was the respiratory rate, which was the bottom number on the monitor. It reveals the number of breaths taken per minute. While his oxygen mask was on, he was taking approximately 75 breaths a minute.

Since the nurse knew Dad was dying, he offered to move Dad into a real room where we could close the door and have privacy. That was 7:30 pm. He suggested that we turn the bathroom light on and leave its door open and turn the room light off to create a more dimmed, peaceful environment. Before he stepped out of the room, he silenced as many alarms on the monitor that he could and removed Dad’s mask. As I watched the monitor, his number of breaths trended downward. It dropped from 75 to 60 within minutes of the oxygen mask being removed.

Since I didn’t know if I had five minutes or three hours, I started loving on him. I poured words of affirmation into his heart. I told him to be prepared to hear from the Lord, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” I affirmed his gift of intercession and how I coveted the daily prayers he said for me over all of these years. I shared that God used him as my greatest influence in helping me find salvation in Christ. I applauded his faith. He never blamed God for the many difficult life circumstances he endured. I reminded him regularly how much I loved him. I promised to take care of Gene and that we were going to be okay. I assured him that he had my blessing to go.

I felt led to start praying over him. This is what Dad modeled for me over the years. It didn’t matter if we were on the phone, or face to face. If he heard a need or a request, he would stop our conversation and say, “Let me pray with you right now while we’re talking about it.” It was my privilege to minister to him through prayer. I prayed for the “peace that surpasses all human understanding” to fill his heart, mind, soul, and spirit. I asked the Lord to grant Dad’s wish to take him home. I thanked God for blessing me with a godly father whose life was an example of great faith.

Before I knew it, twenty minutes had elapsed. I looked at the monitor, and Dad’s respiratory rate had dropped significantly to the low 30s. I knew that Dad wasn’t going to last much longer. I believed it was important for him to know his children were with him. I told Dad that I was going to call Gene and try to get him on the speaker phone so that he could hear his son’s voice. I tried Gene one more time, and he answered.

“Gene, have you had a chance to listen to my voicemail messages?” I asked.

“No, I just got home from a long day at work,” he said.

“I am at the hospital with Dad, and I need you to listen to my messages and then call me back so I can put you on the speaker phone and let you talk to Dad.”

“What’s going on?!” he asked. I knew Dad could hear, so I scrambled for words that didn’t sound so morbid. “His health is failing. I really need you to listen to your recorder and then call me right back.”

“Can you step out of his room and fill me in?” he asked.

“Gene, I can’t. I’m not leaving his side. Please call me back after you listen to your answering machine.” Gene agreed to call me back.

My phone rang at 8:00 pm, and Gene was ready to speak to Dad. I put him on the speaker phone and turned up the volume so that Dad had every opportunity to hear Gene’s voice one last time. Gene took a few minutes to share how much he loved him and how much Dad meant to him. I thanked Gene for talking to Dad and told him I would call him later. Feeling relieved, I looked at the monitor and his respiratory rate was in the 20s. Dad was cold and clammy from the lack of oxygen, and the color was gone from his face.

I decided to sing hymns to my Dad, but discovered that I only knew the first verses of most of them, and that was it! So I took advantage of the iPhone and Googled “popular hymns” and pulled up some of Dad’s favorites. I sang through Amazing Grace, Great is Thy Faithfulness, and How Great Thou Art. I looked at Dad’s respiratory rate on the monitor, and here’s what I saw:

 Monitor - 8

The military time stamp showed 8:19 pm. Dad was about to slip into the arms of Jesus. I pulled up When I Survey the Wondrous Cross and sang it to him. While struggling with tears off and on throughout the hymn, I felt strengthened on the last verse:

“Were the whole realm of nature mine that were an offering far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, m-y-y ALL.”

As soon as I landed on “my life, my all,” I looked at the monitor:

 Monitor - 0

He entered into his heavenly home at 8:22 pm. Dad, you gave your life, your all, to the Lord. I couldn’t be more proud to call you my father. I love you.

Dad and Lee Ann 12.20.14

 

Blessings,

Lee Ann