What can one expect from a weekend away? Major Glad Ljungholm
'It was a Salvation Army Congress but in another territory and country: The twenty-year celebration of the Salvation Army re-opening and opening fire in Eastern Europe. I always look forward to traveling with Sven, it is always eventful, and leading up to this weekend was no exception. Journeying to a new country for me, Ukraine, an old but very special one for Sven. He and Kathie Ljungholm had opened fire and planted the Army colours there. The thought of meeting new people for me and old and very precious ones for Sven.
I had heard the stories over and over again of Sven and his then-wife Kathie's early days in Russia; Leningrad, Moscow: in Kyiv, Ukraine, Georgia and Moldova, I had seen the photo's… watched the video's, had Sven's Grandad's diary, written in Swedish, read to me of his early days in Russia too. My soul was deeply moved and thanked God for their love, commitment, faithfulness, and what appeared to be blood, sweat and tears and sheer hard work to bring about God's will in what I understood to be hard hard countries.
We arrived at the airport in Kyiv, and I found people to be warm, friendly and prepared to go out of their way to help my disabled husband and me. (This is not always the way when we are traveling and arriving in different countries) At our hotel, we very soon met some ex-pat officer colleagues of Sven's whose brief conversations of their past work began to tug at my heartstrings. On listening to their stories, I felt as if I was amongst some spiritual giants. And, I felt both humbled and privileged to be in their midst. As I continued to listen to and observe these people throughout the weekend the words: 'faithful, committed, unchanging, inextinguishable' kept coming to mind, and I thanked God for their stubborn determination to help bring about the will of God in what appeared to me to be against all odds. BUT GOD! It wasn't long before I found myself being introduced to some 'miracles'. Some had joined our ranks twenty years ago, initially knowing little of God and nothing of The Salvation Army but had turned their backs on communism and the Red Army to join the ranks of the Yellow, Red and Blue Army. Others will be able to repeat their stories far better than me, but I know I witnessed row upon row of miracles as I sat in their Officers Councils on Friday evening. The leaders for the weekend were The Chief of the Staff Barry and Commissioner Sue Swanson, friends of Sven’s dating back to his teens. The challenge they brought to the Officers that Friday night was the concept of 'Immeasurably More'… 'God is able to do immeasurably more than all we can ever imagine or ask in our wildest dreams'… 'Immeasurably More' as this young territory moves into adulthood, maybe having been through the rebellion and difficulty of teenage years and now 'growing up' into Christ and moving forward with Him.
I asked Sven about the' new' pioneers, those who left home, family, and the comforts of 'the west' in the early to mid-1990s. The names numbered 20 or so, those Sven himself hold as reinforcement officers and defenders of the faith. Today's officers are mostly indigenous joined by soldiers who continue to plant, nurture and serve in new fields of harvest.
Sven shared with me the story of how visitors to St. Paul's Cathedral in London will gaze at the third largest Cathedral in the world in awe. The architect commissioned to restore the Cathedral following the Great Fire of London in 1666 was Sir Christopher Wren, and chose as his theme RESURGAM, 'I shall rise again'. Visitors to St. Paul's are often surprised to learn that there is no statue honouring Sir Christopher. Instead, next to Sir Christopher's tomb in St. Paul's there is a small plaque placed there by his son and is inscribed; "Reader, if you seek his memorial – look around you."
We were seated in a large auditorium with 5-600 other uniformed Salvationists. The next item on the program was the entry of the accepted cadets to enter the training college – seminary. One sensed the buzz of excitement as the Oslo Temple band ensemble played. It was a solemn, moving moment as the Army colours were carried into the massive hall, preceding the Cadets entering one by one.
Colonel Ken Johnson, the CIS Commander, had instructed everyone to remain seated during the Cadet's entry. As the flag bearer swung down the central aisle I felt Sven stirring next to me as he struggled to his feet. A massive stroke caused a severe weakness on his left side and saps his energy. He tires quickly becoming unsteady, making it difficult to stand and balance. His immobility left him wheelchair-bound. He gripped the seatback in front of him firmly, pullrd himself upright,steadied himself, raised his right hand and saluted the colours as they were solemnly carried down the aisle. As he sat down, he informed me that the Moscow Command headquarters had requested that photographs and stories honouring the pioneers from both the early 1920s and also 1990s be forwarded to be shared in tribute on the congress weekend. One of those I sent was a graveside photo of the Army's first martyr with the uniformed flag bearer and Salvationist mourners. My grandfather officiated at the Promotion to Glory gravesite committal. No apparent attention was given in sharing the hard-fought battles in which a handful of those present had been engaged. Even though no public mention was made of the achievements of the visiting handful of pioneer officers, an authenticated tribute was beheld by observing, by looking around at the many hundreds of uniformed Russian, Ukrainian, Georgian and Moldovan Salvationists. Army missionaries had suffered and died; martyrs buried under an earlIer Russian SA flag. I understood well why he struggled to stand and salute. Were the current leadership ignorant of their predecessors’’ struggles? Why weren’t the historic photos and remnants displayed? Sven shared with me the veneration observed when the first SA colours sewn in Russia led the small contingent of elderly Finnish officers marching solemnly, attempting with dignity to keep in step behind General Burrows, in the return to battle celebration conducted on July 6, 1991 in Leningrad’s 7000 seat Jubilejny Stadium. ‘The assembled crowd seemed confused. The combined thought of the audience seemed to be, could this be an army assigned to battle, and with any hope of victory ? The torn standard leading this all female group of marchers looked more like one signaling defeat! What few knew was that the banner born by this representative group of Finnish Salvationists had hung in a SA historical display for more then 70 years in Helsinki. And fewer yet knew that at the front of the group marched Commissioner Ingrid Lindberg, and who was the General's catalyst to pave the way for the army's return to Russia and The Soviet Union. The tattered remnants was what remained from the battles conducted on the streets of Leningrad, from whence the assembled public lived.The veneration in which that tattered remnant was held and the inspiration it summoned was evidenced by the spirit it engendered.’ ‘The use of (Army) flags has done more than anyone could have imagined to bind all our soldiers together and to encourage and develop the spirit of enterprise and resolution’, wrote George Scott-Railton in Heathen England in 1880. His father, General Booth, saw the need for the movement to have one standard flag design. A century earlier SA flags had a ‘sun’ in their centre, but from 1882 the standard flag has had a yellow star in its centre. This star represents the Holy Spirit.The crimson colour of the flag represents atonement, and the blue colour God’s chosen emblem of purity. The motto ‘Blood and Fire’ stands for the blood of Christ and the fire of the Holy Spirit. There was a slight lull, and then the spotlight swung 'round and sought the group standing in the stadium wings. The crowd followed the spotlight, and there it was, a banner in the same colors, but brighter, sparkling in the light, carried high, and behind it, the General of The Salvation Army. The tempo appeared to quicken , and the marchers confident. The crowd rose to their feet and began to clap in rhythm with the march music, Onward Christian Soldiers. Now we ask you, brothers, to respect those who work hard among you, who are over you in the Lord and who admonish you. Hold them in the highest regard in love because of their work. Live in peace with each other.
- 1 Thes. 5:12,13







