Walenty Dawidow - A Test Of Faith

In a recent newsletter from Mike and Molly Dawidow in Sopot, Poland, Mike shared the following information with us about his father. Walenty Dawidow has for over sixty years been a driving force in the church in Poland. Through the efforts of him and his two sons, Mike and Mark, they coordinated the efforts in the early 1980’s to turn a national famine into the opportunity to gain official recognition of the Lord’s church in Poland. Mike shares this insight into the faith of this man:

“An 84-year-old widower, my father, Walenty Dawidow, spends a lot of time looking backwards. He recently made the observation that sixty years can really change a person’s perspective on events. In reflection, he said, the times when God was working most powerfully in his life were the very darkest hours when he felt deserted and alone. And he related this story.

In the early fifties, during the Stalinist terror, Daddy was arrested and confined in the old SS/Gestapo prison in Gdansk’s Old Town. He found himself in a cramped cell with twentynine other men, all political prisoners.

After the shock of arrest wore off, they began making each other’s acquaintance and one man, a medical doctor – a nephrologist from Warsaw - emerged as the group leader. “We are not criminals” he said, “rather each of us is an expert in one discipline or another. No use squandering our time here. Let’s organize some lectures and each man will teach about his area of expertise.”

This was all well and good – one man was a historian, another a civil engineer, another a lawyer - until my father said that he was a theologian. (Shortly before his arrest, he had graduated from the University of Warsaw with a Master’s Degree in Theology.) Well, they were not sure they wanted to hear about religion from this preacher – certainly not the religion he represented, but the lectures began.

And they did keep the men’s minds off their terrible conditions, especially the hunger. Their bread was literally crawling with worms. Some picked them out and others claimed the worms should be eaten since they provided extra sustenance. Soup was a wretched concoction of sour cabbage and rotten codfish. Daddy absolutely could not stomach it, but the doctor advised that he needed the nourishment and taught him to hold his nose while swallowing so he would not taste the vile brew. He was able to drink the ersatz coffee: though bitter, it was usually hot. After a few weeks all were wasting away from hunger.

During this time the interrogations had begun and one day Daddy was called in for several grilling hours with an NKVD officer. Of course the questions concerned the Bible, the church, faith and Christian practices. Whether the man was touched with compassion by Daddy’s convictions or maliciously wanted to tempt him is not known, but at the end of the session he opened a desk drawer and took out six open-face sandwiches on beautiful fresh dark bread and told Daddy they were his to take back to the cell with him.

So, what do you think he did? What would you have done?

He went back to the cell, spread the sandwiches out on a stool and while all the men gathered around in astonishment waiting for him to devour his private bounty, he divided each sandwich into five morsels and announced, “Before we eat, every man on his knees to thank God for this food!” Twenty-nine plus one sets of knees hit the cell floor - even those of the most cynical atheist in the group, who broke down in tears.

And after that they listened. They listened for hours and for days as he told them the greatest story ever told. They listened because they had first seen his faith in action. (James 2:18 says, “Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do.”)

Daddy chuckled as he ended his tale: “Jesus fed 5000 with five loaves and two fish. I only fed 30 with my six little sandwiches. But I must not compare myself to the Lord Jesus Christ . . .”

Each time I pass the building where this took place – it is on the main road through Gdansk and if you ever visit here, I will show it to you - I imagine my father locked up inside, a young man, not knowing if he would ever see his wife and son again, kneeling in prayer and never dreaming that sixty years hence he would look back and count this darkest of hours a mountain top experience of faith.”

Mike Dawidow

(Walenty currently is one of the elders for the church in Sopot. His wife passed away last year. She stood by him through all his work with the church and she is missed greatly.

See you when the saints meet, Lord willing.

Love,
Tony)