One might expect and readily accept these conditions in the battlefield in times of war. But there is no war now, except the battle for survival within their own ranks � within sight, sound and reach of their own communities � safe from foreign attack inside their own country�s borders. It seems they�ve invented a new version of Russian Roulette.
This morning, the survivors stationed at Red River are called into formation. Slava approaches them and, seemingly at random, selects seven from their ranks. These seven sit in the pews of this humble little church, filled with the love of another young man who once walked this earth, an indentured servant indentured by our sin. I know this man Jesus understands, as no one else can. His death created an escape for us � not for Himself. In His resurrection He conquered death and gave us life. My throat tightens as I hear the young soldier�s voices joined with ours in praise to the One who can save them.
As Pastor Yura brings his message to a close, he issues an invitation to any who crave the salvation and freedom offered by Jesus Christ. I find myself holding my breath and praying deeply in anguish. No one moves. "Oh Lord," I say, "bring them to you! Give them life, my Lord!" I lift my head as I hear a movement. I turn and see a woman walk to the altar, radiant and secure in this gift of life she�s been given. I stop myself as I sense disappointment creeping up into my consciousness. Instead I praise God that one more has been added to His eternal kingdom. I see in her face that she knows � she understands she�s been given a crown. My spirit joins hers in celebration.
Pastor Yura walks up to her, prepared to pray with her and praise God for her commitment when I hear shuffling behind me and see Yura pause. Up the short isle, noisily and a bit clumsily due to large oversized boots, two young men approach to accept their crown as well. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as I see them take their place beside their new sister. Tears fill my eyes and stream unchecked down my face as I feel the relief flooding through me to see two more lost sheep gathered into the flock. I can almost hear the Spirit console me saying, "Now they have a place to come � something to live for one week at a time. In my house they will find the love they so desperately need and the hope that will keep them alive. Here they will face beautiful music sung by young people they can look up to. Here their troubles will find a burial and my joy will give them life. They have hope now � don�t let your heart be troubled any longer. I have them! They�re in My army now!"
