The Believers

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Gracia Burnham needed a backpack. Months earlier, she and herhusband, Martin, had been kidnapped and dragged into the jungles ofthe Philippines by members of the Al Qaeda-linked Abu Sayyaf, or "Bearer of the Sword," and they had nothing in which to carry their few belongings. Until, that is, one morning when one of their kidnappers was shot and killed in the midst of a blundered rescue effort by the Filipino army. As the other militants divvied up the dead man's belongings, Gracia snatched his backpack, and she and Martin shoved in their possessions--a batik sheet, some underwear, a shared toothbrush. Gracia and Martin, both evangelical missionaries, were nearly starving: The kidnappers had kept them unfed and on the move. At various times, they had watched a male hostage led off to be beheaded or several women taken to be raped. "Abu Sayyaf thought of themselves as pious and holy," Burnham told me recently. "All this lofty chivalry crumbled before our eyes. Anything they wanted or desired, all they had to say was, 'This is jihad and the rules don't apply.'"

Suddenly, the shooting started again. Terrified, Gracia watched as the Filipino soldiers who were supposed to rescue them sprayed theopen field with automatic weapons fire. Her group of fellowhostages and terrorists fled into the jungle as a helicopter boredown overhead. As she raced along the path to catch up with the others, she felt "so light," she said. She realized she had leftthe backpack, and all their scant provisions, behind on the trail.In tears, she told Martin how stupid she'd been. "He looked at mefor a split second and said, 'I forgive you, Gracia. Now you haveto forgive yourself.'"

Burnham, a 48-year-old pixie with blonde highlights, has spent muchof the time since her 2001 abduction practicing forgiveness. Ifirst met her in April at the Comfort Inn in Franklin, Tennessee.It was 6:30 in the morning, and she was dreamily eating cereal infront of the early-morning news. She hadn't needed to set an alarm clock. "God woke me up," she said, looking up from the table withdark and earnest eyes that seemed to take up most of her face.Burnham had traveled to Tennessee from her home in Rose Hill,Kansas, to attend a conference of contemporary Christian martyrdomhosted by Voice of the Martyrs, an evangelical nonprofit that has,since 1967, been "aiding Christians around the world who are beingpersecuted for their faith in Christ." Thanks to Gracia'sgenerosity, I was allowed to attend the conference with her and wasthe only journalist present.

When Gracia's book about her ordeal in the jungle, In the Presenceof My Enemies, hit the New York Times bestseller list in 2003, she became a superstar. She was born in Cairo, Illinois, and grew up as a "p.k.," or pastor's kid, deciding at an early age to become an evangelical Christian like the rest of her family. When I met her in April, only her worn, square hand holding the plastic motelspoon betrayed her life's work: For 15 years, she and her husband worked in remote parts of the Philippines as missionaries for NewTribes, a nondenominational evangelical group that focuses onplanting churches among the last tribal groups who have never heardof the gospel. Before entering the field, New Tribes missionaries undergo extensive training, including rigorous language, medical,and dental skills, as well as survival tactics--New Tribes has oneof the highest death rates of any mission group. In thePhilippines, Martin, a pilot, delivered mail and supplies and shuttled the sick over the dense jungle; Gracia, a radio operator,home-schooled their three children, Jeff, Zach, and Mindy.

On the night of May 27, 2001, while Gracia and Martin werecelebrating their eighteenth wedding anniversary at the Dos PalmasResort on the Philippines' Palawan Island, masked men burst into their room and led them at gunpoint down to a waiting boat. As theboat sped away from the resort, the kidnappers shouted "AllahuAkbar!" "That's when we knew who had us and that we were introuble," Gracia said. She and Martin would spend the next 377 daysas Abu Sayyaf's hostages.

That night on the boat, the kidnappers handed Martin a satellite phone and told him to call the authorities: "Tell them you've beentaken by bin Laden's group." Martin didn't know what that meant,and, at that point in 2001, neither did most of the world. But,three months later, in the wake of September 11, the link between Abu Sayyaf and Al Qaeda brought massive American attention to thekidnappers and the two U.S. missionary hostages. An elite team ofU.S. Special Forces flew to the southern Philippines, but, thanksto a Visiting Forces Agreement between the United States and the Philippines, it could only advise and watch a series of botched rescue attempts as the Filipino army alternated between colludingwith Abu Sayyaf and shooting its way into camp.

During months of hunger, fear, sleeping on the mosquito-infested ground, and hiking for hours seemingly in circles, Gracia's faith occasionally failed her. "The worst part was seeing who I reallywas," she said. She coveted food sent into the jungle for them,which Abu Sayyaf refused to share. She tired of praying to "a Godwho sometimes seemed to have forgotten us." She would say to Martin, "You know, scripture says these words: 'If you will askanything in my name, I will do it.' In my situation, that verse isnot true, so why is that in there?" But Martin encouraged her. "Youbelieve it all, or you don't believe it at all," he told hergently.

"We thought that, at the beginning, the fact that we were Christian missionaries would be held against us, but we found that not to be true at all, " she said. "In fact, they really admired us because Martin explained that New Tribes missions go into places where people are worshipping rocks and trees, their ancestral spirits. They're not worshipping the one true God, and we tell them who the one true God is. So they [Abu Sayyaf] felt we were kind of doing the same thing, which shocked me because we are as far from Islam asI think you can be." Her hatefulness and covetousness surprised and dismayed her, so she and Martin prayed for a way to love their captors. "We never forgot they were the bad guys," she said. "But they were also our family."

Then, on June 7, 2002, for the seventeenth time in more than a year,Filipino soldiers blasted into camp in an attempted rescue. By thetime she dropped from her hammock to the ground, Gracia had beenshot in the leg. Martin lay dead beside her.

Following his death, Martin Burnham became a modern-day martyr formany evangelical Christians, one of 70 million killed since thebeginning of the faith, according to the World ChristianEncyclopedia. In stark contrast to the image of Christian martyrsas a phenomenon of the ancient past--the apostle Peter crucifiedupside-down, or early pilgrims fed to Roman lions--the encyclopediaexplains that 60 percent of those 70 million have died in thetwentieth century. "People are used to the Joan of Arc type of martyrdom, an individual on trial," Todd Johnson, co-author of theencyclopedia, told me. "This is a context in which people are being killed for being Christians: In Uganda, for example, if you thinkof The Last King of Scotland, Idi Amin ordered his soldiers to gointo Christian villages and kill everybody--men, women, and children." In a companion volume to the encyclopedia, Johnson catalogued each and every Christian martyr he could from thebeginning of the faith to the present day. Flipping through thepages, he said, "Martin isn't in here yet, but he will be." AfterMartin Burnham's death, the number of applications to New Tribes soared, bearing out a deeper trend: Martyrdom is an effective toolof modern evangelization.

I've investigated Christian martyrdom in Nigeria, Sudan, Indonesia, Malaysia, Yemen, and Iraq, among other countries. In Mosul, at thebeginning of the Iraq war, an undercover priest showed me a burntBible and a glass of what looked like paint chips. "This is the blood of the first martyr of Kurdistan," he said, holding up the glass. It turned out he had scraped dried blood from the floor of aChristian bookshop where one of his converts had been shot.

Today, most of us associate the word "martyr" with Islam, with boys--and sometimes girls--wearing white headbands and strappedwith explosives. And, indeed, the Arabic word for martyr, shaheed,and the Greek word, martys, both mean the same thing: witness. Inthe early days of each embattled faith, holding fast to one's beliefs in the face of torment or persecution--witnessing- -couldresult in death, and the Crusades made this form of faith-basedbrinkmanship more prevalent. But, by the late twentieth century,Islamic and Christian martyrdom have largely come to mean different things: one, a willingness to kill; the other, a willingness todie.

This was the central theme of the Voice of the Martyrs gathering,called "Enduring Faith," that I attended with Gracia one Saturdaylast month at the Christ Community Church in Franklin. Theconference's aim was to inform those evangelical Christians who hadnever heard of contemporary martyrdom about the suffering ofChristians around the world. Outside, pin oaks and magnolia treeswith still-hard blossoms ringed the church. A steel monument thatlooked like a giant Exacto knife marked the entrance.

The Voice of the Martyrs gathering cost nothing to attend, althoughin the church vestibule card tables were laden with paraphernaliafor sale. In the morning, I milled around the tables among the 300other attendees, some of whom had driven for days to meet Gracia,as we looked at literature and jewelry, including two grey rubber interlocked bracelets, like Lance Armstrong's yellow livestrongones, except that they were attached together like handcuffs. Onepale grey one read bound with them and the other, darker grey,hebrews: 13:3 remember those in prison as though you were in prisonwith them, and those ill- treated as though you too felt their torment. There were also t-shirts silk- screened with lions' eyes,which read, it didn't end with the coliseum.

On another table was a stack of what looked like orange kitchengarbage bags covered with Asian characters I couldn't identify. Thelanguage, I was told, was Korean and the words Bible verses. Thebags themselves were balloons. Since the 1960s, Voice of theMartyrs has been filling them with helium, releasing them along the border between South and North Korea, and praying that they willreach those in the North who have never heard about the Bible. (Thegovernment of North Korea reportedly orders anyone who finds these"balloons" to deliver them to the police station.)

As the conference began, there were moments of prayer for NorthKorea's President Kim Jong Il and Iran's President MahmoudAhmadinejad. Both North Korea and Iran lie geographically within anarea where the drive to bring the gospel is especially intense. "Wework mainly in the 10/40 window, the bastion of Communism, Islam, and Hinduism," Robert Brock, a mission representative for Voice ofthe Martyrs, said. The 10/40 window is the rectangle of land located from ten to 40 degrees north of the equator from WestAfrica through Southeast Asia. This plot of land, also called the"Window of Opportunity," is home to 2. 7 billion people, almost half the world's population. Eighty percent of them live on $500 orless per year, and 90 percent have never heard the gospel. The10/40 window is the last great frontier for Christian missionaries.It is also the most "resistant," i.e., ideologically opposed toevangelical Christianity. "It's the hardest place to work, my friend," Brock said. "It could cost you your life."

Not all martyrdom lies so far away, however. At breakfast that morning, I'd met Tom Zurowski, a baby-faced preacher from Albion,New York. He told me that he had first come to know Jesus one nightat age 19, while sitting at the end of his bed with a hunting knife, contemplating suicide. Christ had saved his life. Are covering alcoholic and drug user, Zurowski is now the director of Global Response Network, an organization that, like Voice of theMartyrs, "aids suffering Christians as they take up their cross andfollow Jesus."

Zurowski was introduced to contemporary martyrdom more than a decadeago, when a friend asked whether he would be willing to die to save the life of an unborn child. He had no answer, until he was on hisknees in the street outside an abortion clinic. When a car trying to get past pushed its bumper against him, he knew he wasn't goingto move. He was willing to die to stop abortion. Along with theother demonstrators, Zurowski was arrested and held in prison forseveral weeks. In prison, he first heard that Christian persecution was a contemporary problem.

Since then, Zurowski has made more than 40 trips overseas. On thechurch stage at the conference, he told the audience the story ofone teenage boy he had met in southern Sudan who had escaped from slavery in the North. As a seven- year-old, the boy had snuck outof his master's house to go to church. When he came home, the irate master nailed the child's knees together and his feet to a board,saying, "Today, you worshipped infidels." Zurowski showed us aphotograph of the boy: His maimed legs looked hinged like astork's.

The most outspoken speaker was Reverend Mujahid el Masih, which isArabic for "warrior for Christ." A former Muslim, he had beenforced to flee Pakistan after converting other Muslims toevangelical Christianity. But the threats on his life have followed him here to the United States. Two weeks earlier, while speaking inSioux Falls, Iowa, he had received anonymous letters saying that,if he preached, he would be murdered and the church would be bombed.He went ahead anyway. "Allah is not the same God as the God of theBible," he said. "We don't need bombs to destroy terrorism, we needBibles."

But if the enemy far is Islam, then the enemy near is politicalcorrectness: "Political correctness is more evil than Osama binLaden," el Masih said. Salvation is black and white; anyone sayingotherwise is sinful. I waited for a tirade against liberals, but that's not what came next. "God won't rebuke Hillary," he said. Thetrue hypocrites were the so-called conservatives that evangelicalChristians threw their whole electoral weight behind for the lasttwo elections. Those who insist "Islam means peace," even thoughthey know better, he said, are as bad as the Biblical Pharisees. Hedid a short Q&A for people wanting to learn about Islam. "LoveMuslims," el Masih said. "But don't trust them."

When Gracia took the church stage, her tone was markedly different."People have called Martin a martyr," she said. "That has alwaysbothered me." The 300 nodding heads before her stopped nodding, butshe continued. For Gracia, losing Martin in the jungle was notabout heroism or martyrdom. His death was merely something allChristians need to be prepared to do: "give up everything for theLord and being willing to die for him if need be," she said."There's no safe or easy way to be a follower of Christ."

At the break, three teenage Mennonite girls, who had driven aboutfour hours from their home in Bagdad, Kentucky, to meet Gracia,approached the book table. The girls wore matching gingham dresseswith puffy sleeves and three-button vests. Mercy Grace, who was 15,wore a small white veil, with her dishwater blonde hair pulled tightly back under it. She had decided to become a missionary threeyears earlier, after reading Elizabeth Eliot's book Shadow of theAlmighty, which told the story of her husband, Jim, who was killedin 1956 by Ecuador's Auca Indians. (The first time I heard aboutEliot, I was in the living room of Reverend Franklin Graham, knownas personal pastor to George W. Bush, and Franklin's wife showed mean Auca spear like the one used to martyr Eliot.)

Mercy Grace subsequently fell in love with Gracia and her story, and her family piled into the car so she could come to the conferenceand meet her. As a missionary, Mercy Grace didn't know yet whereshe would be called to go. "I'd like her to go to a closed Muslim country," her mother said, "because people have the idea thatMuslims are a lost cause." She went on, "But her daddy doesn't.He's afraid of her being in that culture." I asked Mercy Grace whatshe thought of dying for Christ and becoming a martyr. "It would be neat!" she said, grinning widely enough to show her braces. Hermother nudged her. She closed her mouth. "It would be a privilege,"she corrected herself.

The next morning, Gracia attended a senior-citizen Bible study at the First Baptist Church in Mount Juliet, Tennessee, where she'dbeen invited to speak.

Fifteen frosted-haired ladies, some wearing sweaters decorated with hollyhocks, gasped as Gracia pulled a piece of stiff batik fabricfrom a Voice of the Martyrs white plastic shopping bag. Using herteeth, Gracia showed the class how she'd wrapped the fabric, called a malong, around her to make a changing room and a bathroom. Thetoilet was a theme of the weekend. "The first few times I made amess of it and had to wait until I got to the next river to washit," she said.

"You've washed it since you've come out of the jungle," one womansaid firmly. Gracia shook her head. "If I did, it might fallapart." There was another gasp.

She then showed the ladies how the fabric served as a blanket, abackpack, and even, on one occasion, a stretcher for a 14-year-oldAbu Sayyaf member named Ahmed. At first, she had loathed Ahmed forhoarding food when she had none, throwing stones at her while shebathed--fully clothed--in the river, and pushing her along thetrail saying "faster, faster." As she and Martin slowly starved,Gracia prayed to find a way to love Ahmed.

One day, he was injured in a firefight and soiled himself. Graciacould see he was mortified. Thinking of her own son, Zach, who wasabout the same age, she took Ahmed's clothes to the river to washthem. There, she was filled with love. The last time Gracia saw Ahmed, who had been carried wounded through the jungle in themalong, like a sling, he had gone stark raving mad and was tied bythe hands and feet to the walls of a hut in the southernPhilippines. Someone had stuffed a sock in his mouth to keep himfrom screaming. She wondered aloud to the Bible study class where Ahmed was now--still crazy, perhaps, or pushing another hostage up another steep mountain path. Or, most likely, he had died and gone to hell.

After Gracia finished speaking, she and I went out into the church's hallway. "You know I don't only think that Abu Sayyaf is going to hell," she said, fixing me with her fierce and loving dark blue eyes. I understood that she was talking about me. For Gracia, absolute salvation is just that: absolute.

Several days earlier, Abu Sayyaf had beheaded seven more hostages--Christian construction workers on the island of Jolo. Because Gracia follows news from the Philippines, I thought she would have heard about this, but she hadn't. Her eyes momentarily died. "So many of the kids weren't bent on jihad," she told me. In a world of extreme poverty, Abu Sayyaf was a "career move." In the end, though, "whether they were bent on jihad or not, all those guys wanted was to die in a gun battle so they could bypass the judgment of God and go straight to paradise," she explained. "If they couldn't die in jihad, their next choice was to go to America and get a good job."

Eliza Griswold is currently a Nieman Fellow in journalism at Harvard University. Her first book of poems, Wideawake Field, has just beenpublished.

 

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