Showdown in Siberia
An Amazing True Adventure!
must prove what you say!” The fierce Kirghiz tribal leader glared around the
room at each of us. “One of our priests of the skin offerings tells us that
you are liars and deceivers, and that you cannot prove that the day to worship
your God is Sunday. If you cannot prove this, then we will certainly kill you,
for we want no white man’s deception in this place!” With that, he whirled
and left our little church.
chill of terror swept through the little room. The Kirghiz were indeed much to
be feared. These Mongolian tribesmen had the grisly habit of tanning the flesh
of human beings. Whenever they were angered or did not receive justice, they
would skin their victims, tan the skins, and make what they called “worthwhile
items” out of them. The minister ran out of the church after the chief. “It
will take a few days, but we will find you the text,” he shouted. We would be
given three days.
we had no way of escape in the frozen wastes of Siberia. The only method of
transportation that we had were a few ponies that were still in a semi-wild
state, having just recently been captured. However, we were not yet totally
discouraged, for we thought that we knew what we believed. The minister summoned
us all to our little adobe church. The Bibles that we had were given to each
person who could read and understand what we were looking for—a Scripture that
said to keep Sunday, the first day of the week, holy. It must be there. We
believed it as Christians, and we knew that there must be a text to prove our
belief. It was now up to us to find it.
could, began searching the Scriptures; those who could not knelt in prayer that
we would be successful. Sections of the Bible were assigned to each of us. If we
were to finish before we found the passage that we needed to find, we were to
exchange sections, check, and double check our work.
hours of Scripture study and prayer failed to give us the text we so desperately
needed. Much to our amazement, however, we did find many Scriptures that pointed
to the seventh day as God’s holy Sabbath. Nowhere, in Scripture, could we find
that the Sabbath had been changed to another day!
were 21 families in our exile colony—more than 100 people. The first two years
of our exile were extremely difficult; and, many times, existence was a real
fight. Many people starved to death, and the horrible cold winters took their
toll of life, with no respect for age or sex. Only the most hardy were able to
survive. But our living God heard the cries of His exiles, just as He had in
ages past. He was a comforting Presence in the vast wastes of Siberia, and we
never felt abandoned or without hope.
the nineteenth century, more than one million of Russia’s intelligentsia were
exiled to Siberia to die. They were not criminals. All that they wanted was the
freedom to live a free life according to the dictates of their own consciences,
but they were not allowed to do so. This longing for freedom had cost untold
thousands their lives, and many more would never see civilization again.
Now this same
fate had come to us, a group of Christians with the simple desire to worship the
God of our choice, in the manner that we felt was correct. For this we found
ourselves deep in the heart of Siberia, with only the wild animals and a few
Kirghiz tribesmen surrounding us. The natives with whom we had become acquainted
were kind to us; but, for a long time, the language barrier between us was
almost insurmountable. They could not speak a European language, and we could
make absolutely no sense from their Turkic language. Time and practice were all
that we needed, however, and one day we began to be able to communicate readily.
was about two years before we really became proficient with their language, and
it was then that our pastor called the elders of our church together and
proposed a plan for a missionary endeavor among these people. The pastor felt
sure that God must have had a reason for allowing us to be banished to this
barren wasteland, and we were reminded that God’s Word never returns to Him
void. We were urged to exercise our Christian concern among these Siberian
natives, and teach them of the living God and His dear Son who had given His
life as a ransom for all men. We were encourage by their interest in our way of
life, as many times the Kirghiz had expressed their dissatisfaction with their
terrible pattern of existence.
They could not
read or write, but the Spirit of God works on all hearts. For weeks our elders,
sometimes accompanied by their wives, went to the Kirghiz village to teach them
of God and the Christian way of life. After several months, the Kirghiz began to
come to the little adobe church which we had erected for our worship services.
It was at this point that we really began to introduce them to the three main
points of doctrine that we, as a mixed group of different denominations, held in
course, the first point was that there was indeed a living God who cared
personally for each one of the Kirghiz. This was not too hard to make clear to
them, as all around us we had unspoiled natural wonders to convince them of God’s
existence. The second point was that there was a Word of God, rather like a
group of love letters left for all men, to assure them of God’s care for them
and to remind them of their duties and responsibilities to Him as His subjects.
We told them that although this book had been written by men, it was God’s
Spirit that had moved upon the authors to write the messages. The Bible was our
guide to the heavenly land for which we
are all looking, where there would be no more cold winters, no more freezing to
death, no more starvation or exile. The third point we showed them was that they
should not keep Friday as the day of rest as was their custom from their
Mohammedan background. We instructed them that they should henceforth keep the
Lord’s day holy, which was called Sunday. This was not an easy subject for
them to grasp, and we sensed their uneasiness with this doctrine from the very
first. We also presented many other subjects surrounding these three major
doctrines, such as baptism and the second coming of Christ.
was then, after these natives had worshiped with us for several weeks, that we
were visited on that fateful day by three of the Kirghiz tribal leaders, and
their spokesman had made the demand that we prove from God’s Holy Word that a
man must worship Him on Sunday. If we couldn’t prove our doctrine, we would
certainly be put to death!
here we were, huddled together in our little church, unable to justify our
beliefs according to the Bible, and with all the evidence pointing to the fact
that we were indeed wrong and had been following the dictates of men and not of
God. We had no place to escape, and nothing to escape with. Many wept and
prayed, for we were certain that the morning dawn would bring our doom. How we
longed for the wings of a bird, to be able to flee from our persecutors!
our pastor stood and motioned for silence. “My dear Christian brethren, take
courage! God will not fail us in this time of trouble! In honesty, we have
prayed and searched the Scriptures, and He has rewarded us with a gem of new
truth, hidden for centuries! Do not you think that if we are honest with our
brothers, the Kirghiz, that our God will soften their hearts to believe? This is
what He has sent us here for; and, live or die, we must accomplish His will! Let
His truth be known! And trust yourselves to Him! Tomorrow we admit the truth and
God will indeed be with us, I am sure!”
spent the remaining time of our probation in prayer, promising God that if He
would hear our cries and let us live, we would do His will as revealed in His
arrived, perhaps our last day of life. Clouds appropriately veiled the sun as
the members of our settlement gathered in the church for a final session of
prayer. At noon, the cloud of dust grew thicker as across the steppes came a
herd of galloping horses, more than a hundred in all! Brandishing their sharp
knives, our native neighbors headed for the church. They knew exactly how many
people were in our little colony, and there was one Kirghiz rider for each of
us. It was indeed a terrible reminder of what they had in mind! They surrounded
the church, jumped off their horses and stood beside them while the three
leaders came inside for our answer to their question.
had cried our last tears and spoken our last words of comfort to each other,
assuring each other that if our appeal failed, we would certainly meet on the
resurrection morning. Now we sat silent, at the mercy of these native men and of
minister arose and met the three men halfway up the narrow aisle. He told them
that we had been misled in Europe. We had been taught falsely. We had now read
the Word of God through for ourselves several times, and the only Scriptures
that we could find identified the seventh day, and not the first, as the
Christian Sabbath. True, there were eight mentions of the first day of the week
in the New Testament, but not in a single case did we find any suggestion of
holiness attached to it.
will not resist,” our pastor said. “You may kill us if you wish, but we hope
and pray that instead you will join us in worship of the true God on His holy
he stepped back and sat down. The three natives stood, conferring among
themselves, then turned and walked out without saying a word in reply. The
little door closed. It did not seem like a good omen. We sat in silence for
another few moments with God. The quietness was broken only by an occasional
sob. We felt as if time pressed down around us and stopped as we waited there.
the door opened and the three men entered once again. “Don’t be afraid,” they said. “We will not kill you.
We have come back to join you, and we will all worship on the seventh day as
your Holy Book prescribes.” Then Hammemba, the chief and spokesman, began to
tell us why they had made this request in the beginning.
the caravan of native priests had arrived at the village for their skin
offerings that the natives regularly supplied, the Kirghiz had nothing to give.
When they explained that it was because of their friendship with the Christian
exiles that they had not taken any skins, the priest asked, “Oh, then you have
the native replied.
you have undoubtedly also given up your keeping of Friday, as you were taught,
and begun to keep their Sunday?”
we have,” was their reply.
chief priest drew up to his full height, and a slow smile began to spread over
his face. “Fools! Go back and ask your white friends to show you the proof
that they are instructed by their God to keep the first day holy! If they cannot
do that, then bring me their skins, for they lie!”
native priests had heard about the Bible before, and some had even studied it.
They told the Kirghiz that the Christians would be unable to find such a text
and that they would get our skins. The priests told the natives, while they were
waiting for our reply, that, if we were really honest about Christianity (they
felt that most white men were liars), and wanted to live in the way our God
prescribed, we would be keeping the seventh day holy and not the first.
these natives had heard our minister make an honest confession that we had all
been misled, and that our Book had indeed pointed to the seventh day as the
Sabbath of the Lord. They had to decide that we were honest, even though we were
white! They really did want to be Christians; they were tired of such things as
skin offerings. Their lives did not improve under the supervision of the heathen
priests, while we helped them to advance in many ways and had asked for nothing
After they had finished telling us this story, they said that they wanted to be real Christians and to follow the Bible and its sacred teachings. They returned to their village and told the priests to be on their way, that henceforth they would have no more skin offerings. The following Saturday, on God’s holy Sabbath, our little colony, together with the Kirghiz, worshiped together in our mud-brick church.