Why are the nations in an uproar?

Many believers take time off during the summer months to travel to other lands for the purpose of sharing their faith in a variety of ways: through word, song, drama, medicine, hammer and nail, or fresh water and food. For the next three days, I would like to share some of my own tales of God’s grace, leading, and deliverance during three different summer mission trips—one to the former Soviet Union and two to the tiny island of Grenada.

In the summer of 1991, I found myself “between” churches, but not without fellowship. While I was waiting on God for direction, I landed for a season in a church that was planning a two-week mission trip to the Soviet Union.

I was delighted. That nation had been on my heart for over a decade, and now I had the chance to go. Along with the associate pastor and five other believers, I headed for three cities in the Soviet Union—Moscow, Leningrad (St. Petersburg), and Riga, Latvia.

The walls had come down between the east and west in Europe, and the Soviet Union was in the process of succumbing to the greater freedom of Glasnost. The newer buildings in Moscow, stark and institutional-looking, however, betrayed the constraint on individual liberty that had prevailed not too long ago. The people, as well, had the appearance of sadness, isolation, and exhaustion as they looked at the floors or the sidewalk while they traveled on public transit or walked down the streets. Communism had taken its toll on them, even though its grip was in the process of weakening.

The seven of us from America were on an adventure to share Jesus in Russia, and we found that the door was wide open. A church with whom we spent a large part of our time met in an apartment in Leningrad. The only Christian literature they possessed was  a single, very treasured Bible. We were privileged to provide them with enough Russian Bibles so that no one would be without—including those yet to be saved. Most shocking to us, though, was that their only access to contemporary worship music—which they treasured as a gift from God—was the album Jesus Christ Superstar. But they were hungry for truth and were glad to receive the Word and learn new worship songs which our interpreter translated into Russian. One of our primary goals was to help this sweet fellowship to increase as we daily ministered on the streets of Leningrad. Many were added to their number, and they were all baptized on Sunday afternoon in a large metal tub in the basement of a local hotel.

We sang everywhere we went (and on the train from Leningrad to Latvia, we sang Motown), and the sad faces all around peeked up at us shyly, breaking into smiles rarely revealed in public. Opportunities for evangelism abounded, and lives were changed because of that trip.

But to me the most memorable event of the trip happened soon after we arrived the first day in the USSR. Our transportation took us straight to Red Square before we checked into the hotel. As we stood there in the middle of the square, gazing at the thousands and thousands of people milling beneath the domed-spirals of St. Basil’s Cathedral on one side and the stern ramparts of the Kremlin on the other, I sensed the Spirit of God whisper a Scripture to my heart. He persisted, and it grew stronger and louder within me. I told Pastor Mike that I needed to get my Bible off of the bus. He agreed, and one of my traveling companions and I rushed to retrieve the sacred Book.

When we returned, I opened to Psalm 2 and read the passage aloud as a proclamation to both Red Square and the entire Soviet Union, just as the Holy Spirit had prompted:

Why are the nations in an uproar And the peoples devising a vain thing? The kings of the earth take their stand and the rulers take counsel together against the Lord and against His Anointed, saying, “Let us tear their fetters apart And cast away their cords from us!”

He who sits in the heavens laughs, The Lord scoffs at them. Then He will speak to them in His anger And terrify them in His fury, saying, “But as for Me, I have installed My King Upon Zion, My holy mountain.”

“I will surely tell of the decree of the Lord: He said to Me, ‘You are My Son, Today I have begotten You. Ask of Me, and I will surely give the nations as Your inheritance, And the very ends of the earth as Your possession. You shall break them with a rod of iron, You shall shatter them like earthenware.’”

Now therefore, O kings, show discernment; take warning, O judges of the earth.  Worship the Lord with reverence And rejoice with trembling. Do homage to the Son, that He not become angry, and you perish in the way, For His wrath may soon be kindled. How blessed are all who take refuge in Him! (Psalm 2.)

After I was finished, Pastor Mike led us in prayer for the people of the Soviet Union. The holiness of God was tangible; we knew our small band would experience the supernatural hand of God on this trip.

We arrived back in the U.S. on Saturday evening, August 17. On Monday morning, the 19th, still jet-lagged and sleeping in, I was awakened by an urgent phone call. One of my friends from the church was on the other end and demanded, “Get up! Turn on your TV! Something’s going on in Red Square!”

Still in a daze, I stumbled into the living room and saw the very square where I had proclaimed Psalm 2 just two weeks before and where I had stood and prayed just two days before, now filled with Soviet tanks in an attempted coup d’état. Hard-line members of the Communist party, opposed to Mikhail Gorbachev’s reforms (which involved divvying up much of the central government’s power to the republics), were attempting to regain control.

Why, indeed, as Psalm 2 asked, was the nation in an uproar? Why were the peoples devising a vain thing? Those hard-line rulers were taking counsel together against the plan of God—freedom in the USSR for the spread of the gospel.

Wikipedia states of this coup d’état, “Although the coup collapsed in only two days and Gorbachev returned to government, the event destabilized the Soviet Union and is widely considered to have contributed to both the demise of the CPSU [Communist Party Soviet Union] and the dissolution of the Soviet Union” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991_Soviet_coup_d%27%C3%A9tat_attempt).

As I viewed the chaos on TV, I remembered the urgency of the Holy Spirit within me two weeks earlier to proclaim Psalm 2 as I stood in Red Square. And I bowed my head in reverence to God.

Tomorrow: Grenada, 1987.