A MIRACLE WORK
True stories of faith, hope and inspiration
by
Donald N. Miller


INTRODUCTION

It was May 1993. I was about to lead a “roots” tour to Ukraine. For years I had been interested in my ancestral heritage in the former German villages in Russian Volhynia. Shortly before I leaving the Holy Spirit prompted me to start a Good Samaritan work in Ukraine. At the time I was a member of the International Board of Directors of Good Samaritan Ministries and its current chairman

Before I left I asked Bettie Mitchell, founder and executive director of GSM, for counsel as to how I was going to accomplish that. I didn’t know anyone in Ukraine. I didn’t speak the language. And I had never done anything like this before. Bettie answered bluntly, “Ask the Holy Spirit and He’ll tell you.” Well, I had already been praying and for the new few weeks prior to departure, I continued to pray. Nothing. I went on tour and I prayed every day, but there was no answer. Finally on the last day of the tour, I was riding in the bus when a tour member, a woman sitting next to me, said, “Well, Don, tell me, ‘What is Good Samaritan Ministries anyway?’” I had been telling her about this remarkable ministry and now I had a chance to tell her more. I ended by saying that when we act out the Good Samaritan story, Bettie often asks us, “Now, what did you learn from this story?”

The woman looked at me in astonishment. “Why that’s interesting,” she said. “Just last night a group of young people from Germany acted out the Good Samaritan story in the lobby of the third floor of the hotel, and when they were finished, the leader of the group, a young woman, asked the group, ‘Now, what did you learn from the story?’” The moment I heard that, something jumped in my spirit, and I knew it was the Holy Spirit telling me to take note. In the interaction that continued with this tour member, I learned that the “key lady” on the third floor where the drama took place, was a new believer. Later that evening, I was able to meet with Galina Bidenko, supervisor of the third floor in the Zhitomir Hotel where we were staying. I told her about Good Samaritan Ministries and what God had put on my heart. As I did, her eyes lit up and she said, “For over a year now, I have been asking God for something special to do.” At that point I was prompted to ask if she would consider starting a small work with widows and orphans in Ukraine. “But before you answer,” I said, “I would like you to pray about it.” Galina was on her break at the time and left immediately to find a quiet place to pray. When she returned, she was weeping and said, “I think this is of God. I would like to do it.”

We had only a few remaining minutes before she had to return to duty. Quickly, I gave her the few dollars I had brought along for seed money. It was less than $100. I then laid hands on her and prayed that God would bless the work. When I finished, the tour lady sitting nearby reached into her handbag and added $40. to the money I had given her. At that moment, out of my mouth flew these prophetic words, “This is going to be a miracle work, and you have just witnessed your first miracle.” And so it has been, just one miracle after another, of lives being touched and changed by this God-ordained work.

Over the years, I have collected some of the stories of faith, hope and inspiration of Samaritan Ministries in Ukraine. All of the stories are true. They really happened. In telling and re-telling these simple stories, I hope that they build up your faith and inspire you to similar action in whatever setting you find yourself.

MIRACLE STORIES


NO LONGER ASHAMED
Yura is the main man in the house. The only man, even though he is only14 years old. He lives together with his penniless mother and aging grandmother in a small shack. They attend the Baptist church in Korosten. Recently Yura became very nervous and irritable, especially when someone came to visit them at their home. He was ashamed of his shabby living quarters and grubby pants. Sensing a need to do something about the situation, our Samaritans did some minor renovation on their house and bought Yura a new pair of pants for Christmas. For the first time in his life Yura was proud of himself and their little shack. His eyes just shone with gratitude. Yura is now preparing himself for baptism this summer. He is no longer ashamed.


FROM FEAR TO FAITH
Lena was scared to death. The Mafia was after her. She had been selling watches for them and owed them $50. They threatened her life. In despair Lena came to one of our Samaritans for counsel. Lena had a rebellious spirit, which originally led her into this problem. She repented and through faith in Jesus Christ the Lord vivaciously began to transform her life. When we saw her a year later, she was married and her husband was studying at a Bible school in Korosten. She herself is active in Sunday school working with children.


A CAMP FOR UNBELIEVERS
Alex, our field director, had a bold new vision: a camp for unbelievers. There would be lots of fun and fellowship, but the main thing would be a “user-friendly” discussion on How to become a Christian. Surprisingly, 13 people signed up for the weekend. Hour after hour they worked their way through a prepared guide, checking out Scripture and applying the Word to themselves. At the conclusion, Alex said to the campers, “This is the time when we can become one body. It is the time to overcome our sin: our fear, shame and pride. We can make a choice right now. This is not about SMU or me. It is about you and God, repenting of your sins and letting Jesus come into your life. I will read the prayer and if you are ready your heart to Christ, please repeat after me in a low voice.” After the prayer, Alex asked the men and women who invited Jesus into their hearts to raise their hands as their first act of public confession. Seven people raised their hands, among them a “one time” avowed atheist, a criminal trial lawyer, a doctor, a teenager and an alcoholic.
After the moment of decision, Alex prayed with them and gave each of them a Bible. In recounting the experience later, Alex said, “This is the first time I ever led anyone to Christ. Maybe I missed something, I don’t know, but I thought it was great. Later I told them about my own experience three years ago when I invited Jesus into my heart during a mission tour. For almost a year I lived my life the same as always. Then God sent me the circumstances and the right people who helped me overcome my sins and addictions. I told the new converts, ‘This is the process of sanctification.’ Everyone liked the camp a lot. There were several other groups at the camp. One group started drinking in the morning and by early afternoon they were drunk. It was a lesson sent from God. The guys could see the difference between the old way of life and the new.”


A CATCH 22
One day while at the hospital in Zhitomir, Alex spotted a man lying on the sidewalk outside the building. At first he thought he was just another drunk. He was about to pass him by when he noticed the man was an invalid. Both his feet had been amputated. The man was covered with rags and smelled to high heaven. Alex said, “I asked him what his name was.” He answered, “Victor.” Victor was about 45 years of age. He had been lying out in the rain without food or shelter for two days. The hospital refused to have anything to do with him because he didn’t fit their categories for treatment and the Social Services didn’t want to mess with him because he didn’t have the appropriate documents. It was a catch 22.
Alex got him some food, clothing, blankets and bedding and then mobilized his team of Samaritans. They traced his brother down in Solodyri, a remote village 30 km away. The brother rejected him. “If you bring him here to me,” he said, “I will feed him to the pigs.” They then found Victor’s former wife who was reluctant to have anything to do with him, but she eventually gave Alex the man’s passport information. Putting their meager resources together, the Samaritans managed to collect around $30. to pay the hospital to keep Victor for a week or so until they can determine what to do with him. Victor is obviously a “throw away” in that society, but to our Samaritans he is a human being who is worth saving.
A week later Alex and his Samaritan friends went to the passport office to see if they could get the man a new passport. They got the standard Ukrainian runaround. The person at the desk sent him to the woman in charge. The woman in charge sent him to the local registration office. The local registration office sent him to the regional office in Wolodar-Volynski 50 km away. Our Samaritans want to help this man -- and they will – but in the meantime the State regards him as a nobody not worth the time of the day.

BABY IN A TRASH CAN
It was in the middle of winter. Someone was going through a trashcan in Pulin looking for food when they found a newly born baby, another “throw away” in a disposable society. They were aghast. The baby was still alive. It was a miracle. The baby was taken to the local hospital where a social worker was called. The social worker in turn took the baby to Nina, director of our Samaritan center “where I know it will be well cared for,” she said. The rescue was a matter of life and death, another miracle. In this case, it was life.


PIGS FOR JESUS
We were there on a mission trip. The Samaritans in Skolobov showed us their huge pig farm. We were astounded to see the former broken down barns just a few months earlier now transformed into a walled compound, with not one but a number of newly-constructed brick buildings. In barn after barn, we viewed well-fed contented sows with their snow- white piglets, while in one barn we were shown a half dozen or so undernourished hogs that had just been dropped off from an abandoned collective farm. We dubbed them “the demon possessed pigs” because they were dirty, dark, skinny, wild, ornery and cantankerous in contrast to the other pigs. The farm is expected to provide employment for a number of villagers, generate income for Samaritan Ministries and feed the poor. They are pigs for Jesus.


DEFENDER OF WIDOWS AND ORPHANS
Galina, one of our Samaritans, owns a small kitchen garden. It’s less than an acre, but large enough to feed her family of four and share generously with those who are less fortunate, especially widows and orphans. One day a man with a huge tractor and plow from the nearby collective farm began plowing the field next to her property. He kept getting closer and closer to the boundary line and finally began encroaching on her land. Galina stopped him and spoke kindly to the man, thinking that perhaps he didn’t know where the boundary line was. He knew very well and when it looked as though he was going to continue victimizing her, she took authority in the name of Jesus Christ.
She said, “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to report you to my Father.” The man sneered at the simple peasant woman and said, “And who is your father? “What is his name?” Galina answered, “He’s a well-known judge in this city who specializes in defending widows and orphans.” “What’s his name?” the man repeated. “Where does he work?” Galina looked him in the eye and responded evenly, “His name is God and He works out of His office in heaven.” The man looked at her in disbelief, slowly put his hand to the plow, and vanished without a word. It was a small miracle, but worth the fight.


AN UNFINISHED STORY
In Yasinuka I was told of woman who lives on the edge of town with her two small children. “She an alcoholic,” Victor said. “The roof of her house needs repairing. You can see daylight through it. Summer or winter, there is no covering. None. She has no money. Can you help?” When I asked how much he needed, he said, “$200.” Without hesitation, I reached into my neck pouch and pulled out the necessary funds. I needed to ask no more. I trusted Victor. Victor thanked me for the money and said that the brothers from the center would repair the roof in the next few days. “You can see the house on the edge of town as you’re leaving, “ he said.
We found the house. It was nothing but a broken down shack, with overgrown blackberry bushes around it. I wondered how she managed in the middle of the winter. Two boys, approximately eight to ten years of age, were playing outside near the door. When we approached them with candy, pencils and balloons, they disappeared in the bushes like frightened wild animals. About that time the young alcoholic woman appeared at the door. She was angry and cursed us. We told her we meant no harm, but that we had come to tell her that the brothers were going to fix the roof of her house. She looked puzzled. Dazed. She was obviously drunk, though it was not yet noon.
Five days later, we returned to the village. As we passed the house, we noticed that a beautiful new wooden roof had been installed. We later learned that when the brothers came to repair the roof, the woman in her drunken stupor, despised them and chased them away, knowing that the kindness of God often leads to repentance. (Romans 2:4). The men waited until she left, then quickly roofed the house, and went on their way. We have no idea what the woman’s immediate response was, but something in us tells us it’s an unfinished story.


BREAD FROM HEAVEN
While walking on the street in Zhitomir with Galina, a Samaritan, we met a young woman with a child. The woman was an acquaintance of Galina. When Galina asked about her welfare, the woman said they were struggling. “I don’t even have 25 cents to buy a loaf of bread,” she said. Since the conversation was in Russian, I had no idea what she said, but I was prompted by the Holy Spirit to give her $10.
The following day, Galina again met the woman on the street. Her face was shinning. “I was so surprised,” she said, “when that stranger with you yesterday gave me that money. I thought I met God. It was bread from heaven. We were down to our last crumb.”


A BIG SACRIFICE
We were sitting in the sanctuary of the Baptist church in Ivanovka with the pastor and several members. Ivanovka is a very, very poor village. We wondered how we could help without making them feel like a charity case. One of our team members noticed a beautiful white crocheted tablecloth on the communion table. He asked if someone could make another one like it in exchange for a donation to the church. The woman who made it happened to be sitting there with us and sadly said, “That would be fine, but I have no wool.” She then told us that in order to make that one, she had to unravel her only sweater.” Many of the people in the villages are in that kind of a survival mode. They have nothing, yet they often sacrifice everything. It may not seem like much, but for her it was a big sacrifice.


FROZEN TO DEATH
It had been a hard winter in Ukraine. Lots of snow and very cold. Many people in the villages struggled just to stay alive. At the director’s meeting, Tatiana, our Samaritan team leader in Tschernjachov, reported this tragic news: “Two women from our village, a mother and daughter, froze to death last week. They were alcoholics and simply didn’t have the money to heat their home. As Samaritans, we gave them a decent burial.” Later, we bought a chain saw, which the Samaritan team uses to cut wood for the poorest of the poor. We are determined that this should never happen again.


THE GOAT LADY
They called her “the goat lady.” She was mean and ornery and lived with her grown invalid son and a she-goat in a small house in Korestyschev. The woman kept the goat in the house because she needed it for milk and she had no other place to keep it, lest it be stolen. Our Samaritan leader often stopped by to visit her. Always, she greeted him with anger and cursing. He finally gained her confidence and built a small shed for the goat. The woman changed overnight. Now, instead of greeting him with “Damn you, get off my property,” she invites him in with the words, “Why don’t you come in and pray with me?”


I WAS A STRANGER AND YOU TOOK ME IN
They found her living in a hole in the ground, one of about 25 babushkas living in Tschernjachov. Her name was Lydia Zander. She was old, sick and half starved to death. She had no money, no food, no medicine, no friends and no family. Nothing. Though a complete stranger, our Samaritans took her in. They gently fed her, washed her, put clean clothes on her and took her a State run home for the aged. But the State run homes, too, are limited. Often there is no heat in the middle of winter, no medical care and no Christian companionship. That is why we are looking to buy simple homes in the villages and renovate them with the help of volunteers from America. Two or three widows could live in such a home, work their kitchen gardens and be a loving support and encouragement to each other. All it takes is a bit of love, sweat and money


MY LAST HOPE
Olga lives next door to our center in Vigoda. She’s about 35 years old and has two small children. Her husband is an alcoholic and regularly beats her until she is black and blue. In desperation one day, Olga sought the help of family, friends and neighbors, but no one seemed to care. Finally, she made her way to our mission house. There she received counsel and financial assistance. Now she’s just shinning with the love of Jesus. Many of the problems with her husband remain the same, but she’s beginning to find the resources to cope with them. In expressing her appreciation to us, she said, “You were my last hope and you didn’t disappoint me.”


THE SAMARITAN HORSE
The widows in Cholosno had no wood. They were too old and weak to get it for themselves and they refused to bribe an alcoholic with a bottle of Vodka get it for them. So there they sat in the cold. Oxona, our Samaritan director prayed and pondered their predicament. One day she was struck with an idea. Why not get a horse and have one of the team members get it for them? But where was she going to get a $100. for a horse and what would they do for a wagon? When I heard about it, I gave her the $100. and one of the “brothers” in the church made the wagon. Now the widows are amply cared for and the Samaritans are happy for “the Samaritan horse” which assists in the work.


FROM ROBBER TO SAMARITAN
Kolya was an evil man. A robber. When the law finally caught up with him he was sent to prison. There God got his attention and through a series of remarkable circumstances, he accepted Christ. When he was released from prison, he joined the Baptist Church in Tschernjachov. He was determined to restore what he had stolen and figured the best way to do that was to become a Good Samaritan. “People can’t believe that everything we do is free,” he said, “but they can’t argue with it. It draws them to Christ.”


COMPETING WITH A CAT FOR FOOD
It was early in the morning, bitter cold in the middle of winter. There was snow on the ground. From our sixth-story apartment window, I watched her, an old woman, dressed in a heavy brown coat, rummaging through the garbage bin in search of her breakfast. Though it was still early, a mangy alley cat had beaten her to it. The next morning the woman was there again. This time I was prepared. I had fixed a bag of foodstuffs and took it down to her. Without a word, she took the bag and disappeared in the large apartment complex.


MISTER, WE’RE ALL SICK
Northwest Medical Teams in Portland donated 40,000 packages of vegetable seeds to us for distribution among the poor. We made the rounds in a van in some 15-20 villages. Each family received an assortment of some 20 packets of seeds lovingly stashed in zip lock bags by our Samaritans. At the conclusion of one point of distribution, I asked the people gathered if anyone was sick, as I wanted to pray for them. An elderly man piped up and said, “Mister, we’re all sick.”

A REASON TO LIVE
Her name is Mashila. Her house is on the edge of the village. Behind the house there are acres of dry grass and miles of forest. Every spring the family is in danger of loosing their home due to the old grass that is set on fire by the villagers so new grass can grow. It is especially dangerous when the wind is blowing in the direction of her house. “So,” according to our Samaritan worker, “every spring I go to her home and burn a protective ring around her place so that the flames will not come near her house. That way the family, an 82-year old woman and a 56-year old invalid son, can be at rest. I go to their home by bicycle.
Yesterday I went again. I sighed with relief when I saw the bent figure of the old woman. When we were within arm’s reach, she smiled. ‘I knew you would come,’ she said. ‘And how did you know?’ I asked. ‘Because I prayed,’ she said. When in the evening this difficult task was done, Mashila said to me, ‘Because of you, I am beginning to believe in God.’ For the sake of this it is worth living and working.”


HELPING PEOPLE TO HELP THEMSELVES
Nina (not her real name) had no income. There were no jobs in the village where she lived, even though Nina was a professional dressmaker. In desperation she came to our mission and asked for a business loan of $100. With it, she bought a sewing machine and registered herself as a private entrepreneur. Now she makes a profit of $30./month and is able to feed her family. In gratitude to God, she tithes part of her income to the mission. Eventually, she will be in a position to return 50% of the loan so that others can help themselves in the same way.


THE SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL
Loaded down with a huge leather bag of New Testaments, Galina and her husband, Dimitry, made their way by foot to Alexufka. It was over eight miles from their home. Going from house to house, they shared the Gospel. Before the sun set that day over 20 people, including an alcoholic, invited Jesus into their hearts.


A SAMARITAN STOPS
While driving home from work, Alex, our field director, noticed a man lying by a pond. He was dead drunk, dirty and smelly, though he was quite nicely dressed. Alex said, “Before I became a Samaritan, I wouldn’t have given him a second look, but now I just couldn’t pass him by.” Alex picked him up and dragged him to a dry spot. He asked the man where he lived. “”He told me his phone number,” Alex said. “I called the number. His brother answered. When I suggested that he come and get him, the man said he was an invalid and couldn’t move and his mother was too old to do it. It was too cold and heartless to just leave him there and so I put him in my car and drove him home.”

THE LITTLE SAMARITAN
“Where is Yuri?” I asked Victor. Yuri was 12 years old and the son of one of our Samaritan directors. “O, he’s out in the field,” Victor said, “plowing the field of an old babushka.” Later that day, I saw Yuri unhitching his Dad’s prize team of horses. He had done a day’s work for Jesus.


A WIDOW’S HEART SIN
A little old lady, scarily four feet tall, shyly made her way to my side. With tears in her eyes, she told me her monthly pension of $20. was scarily enough for food, yet alone rent and utilities? What was she to do? I was touched by her plight. I thought, “What if this was my grandmother?” I reached into my wallet for the few grivnas I had with me and pressed themGS into her hands. She wiped away the tears, smiled and thanked me. You would have thought I had given her a million dollars. As she walked away, I thought I heard her heart sing.


A HOLY MAN
Victor is a Baptist pastor with a Samaritan spirit. He lives in Yasinivka, a remote village in Ukraine. He is the only person in his village with a car. People frequently ask him to take them to the hospital or to help them out in crisis. One night three men were driving in the area when their car broke down. It was late at night and they were far from home. They tried to flag down a lone car that happened to pass by, but the driver feared a hold-up and refused to stop, so the men began to push their vehicle down the road. After pushing for several hours, they became totally exhausted. They didn’t know what to do.
Suddenly one of the men remembered something he had once heard and said, “I know a holy man who lives in the next village. If he won’t help us, no one will.” He walked the several miles in the dark to the pastor’s home and got him out of his warm bed and explained the situation. Without a moment’s hesitation, the pastor pulled on his trousers, got in his car, and towed the broken down vehicle to the owner’s home. The three men were astounded and could not stop spreading the word. His name was unimportant. All they knew is that he was “a holy man”and deserved to be honored.


THE POOR HELPING THE POOR
Maria is an elderly widow. In all her lifetime she couldn’t make a place for God in her heart. One day while working in her kitchen garden, she became very tired and asked her daughter to bring her a cup of cold water. Her daughter refused and spoke rudely to her. In the evening, tired and broken, Maria came to Galina, one of our Samaritans, and began to weep. She lamented that her pension was very small and the utilities very expensive. She wondered where she was going to get the next meal.
The Samaritan, a widow herself and short of food and money, went home and gathered together some macaroni, cereal and tea and gave it to her. Maria left with the food without even saying thank-you. An hour later, Maria returned to Galina, her eyes red from weeping, and said her own daughter wouldn’t even give her a cup of cold water, but she (Galina, the Good Samaritan) had given her last meal. Only then did she realize how generous and loving God is. She thanked Galina and Samaritan Ministries in Ukraine for their good deeds and kindness. Slowly, she is beginning to make room for Jesus in her heart.


WON WITHOUT A WORD
A few months ago Anton accepted Christ. Recently he told how that came about. “It all started,” he said, “when a mission team came from America. One of the team members was Dieter, a welder and machinist from Milwaukee. I worked hand in hand with him welding iron benches for a sports field. At the time, I didn’t know much about Jesus. Dieter didn’t speak a single word to me about Jesus, but his attitude and love and care spoke volumes to me, much more than words. That was the turning point in my beginning adventure with Jesus Christ.”


SOMETHING MUCH BIGGER AND BETTER
He was the third highest-ranking officer in the Communist Party in the Zhitomir region. When he had an affair, he tried to get rid of his wife. At first he tried to poison her. When that failed, he tried to have her committed to a mental institution. When that also failed, he divorced her and married the other woman.
Fifteen years later, his first wife, still bitter from the experience, made her way to our dental clinic in Vigoda to have her teeth fixed. But God had something else in mind, something much bigger and better. Providentially, he led her to Louise, one of our Samaritan workers on a two-week mission tour to Ukraine. Louise quickly discerned the woman’s bitterness and heaviness of heart and led her to freedom in Christ. The woman forgave her husband and invited Jesus into her heart. She was truly free and her face showed it. The next day she came with a beautiful embroidered tablecloth and presented it to Louise in gratitude for her new–found freedom. She had been up all night putting the cross-stitches together.


A PERFECT PAIR OF SHOES
In a village there lives a Christian brother. Once he had a wife and nine children. Now he is old and is all alone. One of our Samaritans had mercy on him and invited him home for dinner. He was elated, but complained that he had no decent shoes. They were torn and his feet were always wet and cold. Our Samaritan worker had him try on a pair of shoes she had, but they didn’t fit. A few days later, a container of clothing came from America and in it were many pairs of shoes to chose from. He found a pair that fit him perfectly. The man was so happy he couldn’t thank our team enough. “Now I know God loves me,” he said. “I look at Him with different eyes.”

A CONTAINER OF LOVE
Two little children in Tschernjachov were picked up by the authorities and dropped off at the local hospital due to parental neglect and abuse. They were at risk. The hospital called Tatiana, a Samaritan, for help. Tatiana said, “I visited the children. They were dressed in rags, barefoot in the middle of winter and covered with scabs. It was horrible. The hospital washed them, dressed their wounds and gave them medicine. But that’s where it ended. It had no clothes, no food, no bedding or no toys to give the children. From a huge container of love -- food and clothing – sent by our American friends, we were able to help these neglected children.”


OUR DAILY BREAD

In Neudorf some Christian “brothers” set up a bakery. They distribute bread to neighboring villages. A loaf of bread costs about 30 cents in Ukraine, but some people can’t afford it. This in what was once “the breadbasket of Europe.” So one of our Samaritan women buys bread and then either gives the bread to those who are unable to pay for it or sells it to them at a reduced price. “Now none in our village goes without bread,” she says. “When I give it to them, we pray together, and thank God for our daily bread.”


THE CHRISTIAN MEDICINE MAN
Paul is 51 years old and works part-time at the Grace Baptist Church in Korosten. His wife is a nurse. They live in the little village of Kupche, seven km from Korosten. They are poor. Dirt poor. But they are rich in love. When their five-year old son suffered an accidental death, life turned into a living hell for them. They were at wit’s end. Then someone told them about Jesus. They confessed their faith in Him and now they are Samaritans.
Paul and Maria, his wife, care about others, especially those who can’t help themselves. On one occasion an old man, nearly blind, went to the village doctor for help. But he was turned away because he didn’t have any money. At that point, Paul sprang into action. He decided to cure the old man’s blindness with herbs. Day after day, he rode his bicycle to the man’s home and applied “herb” bandages to his eyes. Then he took the old bandages home and washed them for use the next day. In time the man’s eyesight returned. What the doctor refused to do, this “Christian medicine man” gladly did!


TWO ANSWERS WITH ONE PRAYER
For months Alex, our field director, had been wondering how to use some heavy-duty equipment that had been donated to our mission. Then one evening when Alex was on his way to a meeting, he got a flat tire. Unfortunately he was not able to unscrew one of the lug bolts. He was in despair, fearing he would be late for the meeting. He prayed for help. Suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere and when he saw the problem, returned to his nearby home and brought the proper wrench to unscrew the lug bolt. In appreciation, Alex said to the man, “That was a very Samaritan thing to do.”
As it turned out the man was a Christian businessman, a welding engineer, who makes iron security bars for doors and windows. When Alex learned this, he told him about our desire to establish a similar business. The man not only offered to help set up the business, train several workers, but said he would share some of his customers. “Sometimes I have too many orders,” he said, “and I can give you some.” As Alex went on his way rejoicing, he pondered the mystery of having received two answers with one prayer.


THE BEST THING
One evening our Samaritans in Zhitomir sponsored a banquet at a local restaurant. It was primarily for new Christians and unbelievers. During the course of the evening, a new believer, Shasa the shoemaker, was asked publicly in response to having won a prize, “What is the best thing that has ever happened to you?” Without hesitation, in front of a roomful of unbelievers, he unashamedly said, “When I accepted Jesus as my Savior.”
Shasa is a baby Christian, only six months old, yet he is already leading a Bible study with his boss and buddies, a number of whom are drug addicts and alcoholics. Sasha is also apprenticing several street children in the shoe repair business. His faith is real and vital, a testimony to the saving power of Jesus Christ.


SAVED BY A FENCE
On the outskirts of Pulin, there lives a house full of women. No man. Most of the men in the village are alcoholics, about 80% of them. This house was no exception. Since there was no man in the house, there was no one to build a much-needed fence to keep the neighbor’s cows out of their kitchen garden. When our Samaritan team saw their plight, they bought the necessary building materials and in single day built a wooden fence to keep the cows out. Now there is food to eat in the winter. It has been a lifesaver. A year later, I was preaching in a church when after the service, a woman identified herself to me. She said, “Do you remember me?’ I didn’t. Then, she said, “I’m the woman who didn’t have a fence around our kitchen garden and your team came and built us a fence for us. At the time, I was not a believer. But that single act of kindness turned my heart to God and now I am going to be baptized and join the church.”


HOME FROM PRISON
Our team was ministering in a little out of the way church. At the conclusion of the service, a number of people, young and old, lined up for prayer. Among them were a husband and wife. The wife was crying. She said that her husband, just home from prison, wanted to accept Jesus and be delivered from alcohol. They laid hands on him for deliverance and led him in a prayer of repentance. Soon the whole congregation was in tears.


HELP, LORD!
It brought tears to my eyes. I'm 70 years old. I've seen a lot of ministry over the years. But I'm always amazed at how wonderfully God works when we cry "Help, Lord!"
I was in the village of Vigoda. Across the street is an abandoned Club House, left over from the Communist era. We were hoping to buy the building as a community center. We had already put in a soccer field and we were now getting ready to pour the concrete slab for the basketball court. Alex, our field director and I were inside the building talking with the village administrator and his wife. Outside two of our “white-haired” mission tour members were busy making final preparations for the cement truck, which was expected to arrive at any moment.
The village administrator was as hard as nails. He saw us Americas as a “golden goose,” an opportunity to make a lot of money. We were getting nowhere in our discussion. Suddenly my heart groaned with these two simple words, "Help, Lord!" I didn't even speak the words. Moments later I saw the administrator's wife looking out the window at our two senior citizens hard at work. No more than a few seconds after that, she burst into tears and spoke something in Russian. I was taken back and asked Alex the reason for her sudden emotional outburst. He said she was so touched that "these two old men would come all the way from America to help the Ukrainian people" that she couldn't help crying. At that moment, tears well up in the eyes of the hardened village administrator, as well. Then, mine.


THE BICYCLE MAN
I could hardly wait to see the Good Samaritan Business Center in Pulin, a town of about 5,000. This is a recently renovated two-story building comprised of 20 rooms. It houses a candy shop, a barber shop, a shoe repair shop, a flower shop, a clothing repair shop, a Christian reading room, a counseling room, a dental office and a Christian café.
The first man I saw as I entered the building was "the bicycle man" cutting the hair of a steady stream of customers. The bicycle man is really a barber. I call him the bicycle man because two years earlier I stood in the living room of his threadbare home and listened to his story. He was sick, broke, unemployed and in debt up to his ears. All he had to his name was a bicycle. His debt was only $200., but to him it seemed like a million. I recall he leaned against the wall of his home and quietly wept. He had nowhere to turn for help. But Good Samaritan Ministries had compassion on him and came to his rescue. We prayed with them, then paid off the man's debt and called his wife to become the director of the GSM center in Pulin. Today the bicycle man is happily employed at the business center and is himself a Good Samaritan. His entire life has changed.


HAPPINESS IN JESUS
The Christian café at the business center in Pulin provides a free meal twice a week for the poor and needy, approximately 30 people at each sitting. The day I was there, I watched them, as they slowly filed in - old, ragged, tired and hungry. Some had no teeth and wore no socks. They gobbled their food down in silence. At the conclusion of the meal, the pastor, Waldemar, sat down and talked with each one individually. Then he read a few verses of Scripture for them and prayed with them. The men were given bags of fruit and vegetables to hold them over until the next meal. I was struck by the writing at the front of the café, which reads "Happiness in Jesus."


DOBRYI! DOBRYI!
Who would ever have thought that a 15-minute massage by our American chiropractor would feel so good? When Dr. Herb from Indiana suggested that he might be of some use on one of our mission teams, I was reluctantly optimistic. I knew the Ukrainians had a lot of aches and pains, but it never occurred to me how much they could be helped in just a few minutes of gentle massaging of their muscles.
Herb ministered to 299 patients during the two-week period he was there. But one patient alone, an old babushka, was enough to convince me of the need to take a chiropractor with us every time we go to Ukraine. I remember her very distinctly. She was short and sort of roly-poly. But what really struck me about her is that when she came out of Herb’s makeshift massage room, her face was lit up like a Christmas tree. I watched her as she enthusiastically told her waiting friends how good it felt. When I asked, "Dobryi?" meaning good, one of the few Russian words I know, she beamed "Dobryi! Dobryi!"


THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT

On Sunday morning, July 21, 2002, my 70th birthday, I preached at the Grace Baptist Church in Korosten. There were approximately 300-400 people present in their beautiful sanctuary. At the conclusion of the service, I gave an altar call for salvation. One man, about 50 years of age, responded with tears in his eyes. The pastor met him at the altar, knelt down and prayed with him. As he got up to return to the platform, suddenly a woman came for salvation. Again the pastor prayed with her as she repented of her sins. Then there were two. We all rejoiced.
The pastor was about to return to the platform, when he turned and suddenly there was another person at the altar seeking salvation. Then another and another and another, until there were eight people who found the Lord that morning. It was very moving. Later, a small group of people had a little birthday party for me upstairs. I received a number of cards and gifts. I treasured every one of them, but the best birthday present I received that day was what happened at the altar downstairs. It was as if God said, "O, I've got something for you, too." It was the memory of those eight people kneeling at the altar. I will never forget it. It was the best birthday present of all.


A SMALL MIRACLE
One evening after supper, our center in Vigoda came alive with excitement. A motorcycle pulled up with a teenager girl on the back, screaming in pain. She had just dislocated her knee. Gery, an American doctor from Milwaukee, Wisconsin happened to be working in our First Aid clinic. Gery had never dealt with anything quite like that before and never under such adverse conditions. He prayed. Then did the best he could. He stretched and pulled on the knee. The girl continued to scream. Suddenly the knee popped in and two days the girl was back on her feet again. It was a small miracle.


RELIEF AFTER 20 YEARS
My mother was born in the little village of Alexufka. One day some of our Samaritans were asked to visit in the home of a 24-year old Maxim. Maxim has been bedridden for 20 years. When he was a young toddler, he was taken to the doctor for some corrective surgery. A nerve was accidentally cut and he was left paralyzed for life. Maxim has a big gash behind his ear, a large hole in his stomach and his arms and feet were twisted. He is unable to walk or talk. He continually thrashes about, chews his fingernails and has epileptic fits, usually two a day. When Maxim's parents learned what happened to him, they decided to give him up, but the grandmother thought differently. They decided to take him into their home and care for him. They have been doing this now for some 20 years.
When our team entered the room, they found Maxim in rags on a cot. A foul smell hung in the air. It seemed so hopeless! The Samaritan team prayed for him. Later our chiropractor, Dr. Herb, gave him a cranial massage, while our team prayed and sang,"Jesus loves me." As all of this was happening, you could see the young man's muscles relax. He began to smile, and then make funny noises. Gratitude filled the grandmother's eyes. Having learned to recognize the sound, she said, "Oh, he's laughing."
The next morning, the grand mother came over to the little medical clinic where we were ministering. She was ecstatic. With tears in her eyes, she said, "This is the first time in 20 years he slept through the whole night." The following day, she came with the same encouraging message. Later Maxim's parents came to see their son. They, too, were elated. Our team returned to the home a third time and left some money for diapers, food, clothing and medicine. They also left with the wonderful feeling that they had touched a human life with the love of Jesus.


THE NIGHT THE HEAVENS OPENED
One evening at one of our centers an alcoholic man threatened the children playing basketball. When Nancy, my wife, stepped in between him and the children, the man directed his anger at her. He let go with a long string of expletives. He was obviously very angry. Nancy stood her ground. She firmly looked him in the eye and prayed silently. After a moment, the man lowered his gaze and slunk away into the darkness.
Nancy asked Yarik, one of our interpreters, what the man had said. He answered, "He said you have no business being here, then cursed you and threatened to burn the center down." The man was serious. He was ready to go into action. Moments later, lightning flashed, thunder roared and the heavens opened. Suddenly we had the biggest downpour you can imagine. The crowd dispersed and the man was gone. It seemed that in a moment God had taken care of the situation.


HOPING TO BE ADOPTED
Our team spent the last couple of days in an orphanage outside of Zhitomir. There are 300 children there. It was a real heart breaker. The children were so lonely and needy. They hung on us like monkeys from a tree -- longing to be touched, crying to be loved and hoping to be adopted. They would not let us go. Even when we left at the end of the day, they ran along side of the bus, shouting and waving their hands.
Most of the children in the orphanage are not "real" orphans. They are there because of parental neglect, physical abuse and social abandonment. Hopelessness abounds in Ukraine. The administrator cited one little girl who was brought there because her father stabbed her mother to death and then hung her brother. In another instance, a little boy was there because his father was an alcoholic and his mother had died. The boy was found wandering on the street with nothing to eat or wear.
Others are there because Ukraine has a policy of "total literacy," which means that if a child fails two years in a row, they are placed in an orphanage where it is presumed they will be properly educated. The children were very open to prayer and frequently requested prayer for their brothers and sisters who were left behind.
The orphanage is woefully over crowded, under staffed and under funded. It's pathetic. Hopefully some day we will be able to alleviate the situation just a tiny bit by having a Christian home of our own in Vigoda.


FOUR FRONT TEETH PULLED
Most people in the villages where we work receive limited dental care. They are often in pain for months. One lady came to us thinking that perhaps she needed a filling or two. Instead her four front teeth were so infected that they needed to be pulled. When she was informed, she wept. She was only in her 30s. But there was no choice.
After her teeth were pulled, she kept her hands over her mouth when she talked. She was so ashamed of the way she looked. Our Samaritan team surrounded her with prayer and together collected $130. for her to get a partial plate. During the four weeks our dentists from America were there, they saw over 200 patients, approximately 60% were children, who had never been to a dentist in their lives. Often the work went on in a small, over-crowed room with the aid of a flashlight. One patient was so impressed with the gentle dental care he received, he kept saying, "He has golden hands. He has golden hands."


FOR MORE INFORMATION:
Go to our Website: gsmukraine.com or contact us at (503) 647-5858.
Our address is Don and Nancy Miller, 12814 NW Bishop Rd., Hillsboro, OR 97124.


 

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