Walking from East to West: God in the Shadows
This is a nice book, a memoir of Ravi Zacharias. I find it interesting as I could relate to this man in some ways. If you love Ravi, you would not want to miss this one. Here is one of my favorite parts :
I was in Vancouver for a lecture when my phone rang late
at night. âHello?â I answered.
âBrother Ravi.â With that one sound, I knew immediately who it was â
Hien.
After Vietnam, I hadnât known whether my young
interpreter friend was even still alive. Now, as my excitement
gushed forth, he explained, âI amin San Francisco.â
âWhat are you doing here, Hien?â
âHave you got time to listen?â
If ever I had the time for anything, it was this.
After Vietnam fell, Hien was captured by the Vietcong and imprisoned. They accused him of collaborating with the CIA,
since he had worked with missionaries. In prison, they worked
him over, telling him again and again that he had been
brainwashed by Westerners. They took away his Bible and
forbade him to speak English, the language he had loved,
permitting himto use only Vietnamese or French.
âThere is no such thing as God,â came the refrain from his
captors, day after hellish day.
The hour finally came when Hien wondered, âMaybe they
are right. Maybe there is no such thing as God.â As he thought back to some of my sermons and the shared blessings we had enjoyed, he wondered if perhaps I had been deluded too. That night he went to bed, muttering to himself, âIâm through with God. When I wake up in the morning, no more God, no more prayer.â
The new day dawned, and the commanding officer of the
prison barked out the assignments for the day. Hien was to clean the latrines. He cringed when he heard it. It was the ultimate form of indignity for the prisoners. The latrines were the absolute dregs of human filth, and Hien spent the entire day in those inhospitable surroundings.
His final task was to empty the trash cans, which were filled with soiled toilet paper. All day long, he labored with reminders to himself â âNo God today.â But as his work was coming to an end, something in the last trash can happened to catch his eye. It was a piece of paper with printed type. As Hien looked closer, he saw it was in English. Hungry to read this language again, he looked around to make sure nobody was watching. He hastily rinsed off the filth and tucked the paper into his pocket.
That night, after everyone had fallen asleep, he carefully took out his flashlight and removed the still damp paper from his pocket. In the upper right-hand corner of the page were the words âRomans 8.â
The Bible.
Hien, in a state of shock, began reading.
âAnd we know that in all things God works for the good of
those who love him, who have been called according to his
purpose.â
He read on.
What, then, shall we say in response to this?
If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all â how will he not also, along
with him, graciously give us all things? Who
will bring any charge against those whom
God has chosen? . . . Who shall separate us
from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or
hardship or persecution or famine or
nakedness or danger or sword? . . . No, in all
these things we are more than conquerors
through him who loved us. For I am
convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height
nor depth, nor anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us from the love of
God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Hien began crying. Of all the Scripture verses he had
known, these were the ones he most needed to hear, and now
they had come back to him. âLord,â he realized, âyou would not
let me out of your reach for even one day.â He turned over in
his bed that night and prayed.
The next morning, when he saw the commanding officer,
Hien asked him, âSir, would you mind if I cleaned the latrines
again?â
The officer stared at him, quite puzzled. Thinking Hien was
being rather arrogant, he decided to assign him to the latrines
indefinitely. âYou are going to clean them every day, until I tell
you to stop,â he commanded.
Hien did not know it in the beginning, but the officer
himself had been tearing out those pages from the Bible and
using them for toilet paper. Now, each day, Hien rinsed them
clean, hid them in his pocket, and used them for his devotions
at night. He ended up collecting numerous passages from the
book of Romans, as well as from other books of the Bible.
After a while, he was let out of prison, and he started to
plan his escape from the country. Some fifty others, including a
high-powered political family, were involved in this attempt,
Hienâs third after two failed previous attempts. As the days passed, they worked to build a boat that would be able to navigate the high seas.
A few days before they were to leave, two Vietcong
confronted Hien. âAre you planning to escape?â they
demanded.
âNo.â
âTell us the truth.â
âI am telling you the truth.â
âAre you lying to us?â
âNo.â
As they left, Hien was filled with remorse. Heâd felt he had
no choice but to lie, especially since it would have put the
others at risk. Now he prayed, âLord, I want you to be in
control of my life again. I am sorry that I lied. Here I am again,
depending on my own wisdom. If you want me to tell those
men the truth, send them back to me. I promise I will tell the
truth.â
They did come back â just hours before the groupâs
departure time. Only now, there were four Vietcong, and they
grabbed Hien, pushing him against a wall.
âWe know youâre going to leave,â they said.
âYes, I am,â he admitted, âwith fifty-two others. Are you
going to put me back in prison?â
âNo,â they whispered. âWe want to go with you.â
Hien was rendered speechless. At first, he wondered if it
was a trap. But it wasnât â the four Vietcong did go with them.
Once they hit the high seas, the boat was rocked by a
terrible storm. âBrother Ravi,â Hien told me, âif it werenât for
those four men, we would not have made it. They had a
tremendous ability to sail.â
Days later, they arrived safely in Thailand, and Hien was free. Eventually, he made it to San Francisco, and, after earning
a degree from the University of California (Berkeley), he now
ran a financial planning firm.
âBrother Ravi, I am getting married,â he said, âand I
wanted to ask if you would officiate at my wedding.â I was
overjoyed when my friend later visited our home in Atlanta and
spent time with my family. His words carried real weight as he
spoke tenderly to our children about what real intimacy with
God means, and what it means to live a successful life.















