Our mission is to defend the right to peacefully practice Christianity in one’s chosen house of worship and to advocate for the defense of religious freedom from Russian aggression in Ukraine.

As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him.

– Luke 24:15-16

This is the testimony of Vira Krasnopolska, who fled the Russian-occupied city of Bucha, Ukraine at the beginning of the war in 2022:

God warned me about the beginning of the war on the day when Putin signed decrees recognizing the self-proclaimed LPR and DPR. I clearly knew that we had to go. So, having obeyed, I bought tickets for February 23 to Kyiv.

On February 24, we woke up in a train car to the cry that the war had begun. It seemed to me that this was the shooting of some kind of movie, and everything was not happening to us. Arriving at the railway station, we went to Bucha, where we stayed in one of the churches. Here we started fasting and praying.

The Russians bombed the cities of Kyiv, Hostomel, Irpin, Vorzel, and began shelling the forest part of Bucha. The shelling continued every day. On March 5, Russian soldiers approached the gates of our church and started firing from grenade launchers. They blew out all the windows, so we lay on the floor and prayed. Someone was crying, but I couldn’t cry. Suddenly, I felt like fire descend on my head. I heard a voice say, “Cheer up, no one on this ship will die.” I immediately felt calm; I got up and told everyone that we would all live.

On the evening of March 6, I fasted. I understood that we couldn’t sit and wait for release, and the danger was increasing. After asking God what I should do, I went to bed. In the morning, I woke up with a song on my lips: “God is great over all gods.” We went from this place with God. I thought there were three of us: me, my daughter Vika, and another girl Julia. But, as it turned out later, there were four of us…

Turning to one of the streets, we saw a terrible picture. It was the road of death: wrecked cars, dead people, deadly sounds of shells. It was very scary. All this way, I was singing in my mind the song I had heard the day before: “God is great over all gods.” We heard machine gun fire (later we were told that a sniper was also working there). We walked the three miles from Bucha to Irpin in 15 minutes – God carried us miraculously.

When we approached the Ukrainian checkpoint, our soldiers asked: “Where is the fourth?’ I answered, “There are only three of us.” But the soldiers objected, “No, you were led by a man in white, but he is not here.”

I believe it was Jesus, and the soldiers saw him.

God is always with us, no matter where we are!

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”

    and you make the Most High your dwelling,

no harm will overtake you,

    no disaster will come near your tent.

– Psalm 91:9-10

This is the testimony of Evangelical Pastor Volodymyr Danyletsky in the Kharkiv Region:

In March, the occupiers entered our village. They found out that I was a pastor and chaplain, and eight Russian soldiers came to deal with me. My wife was immediately taken to the house under the pretext that she should show her documents. And I was told: “Let’s go, you will show us the church, how you preach here, and what you are doing.”

I understood that these people were hostile to our family and to the church. When I went forward, I heard the bolt of the machine gun pulled from behind me, and then a click – the trigger was pulled and the firing pin hit the cartridge, but there was no shot, the cartridge did not work. After that, there was a short silence, some more clicking, and again they pulled the trigger, the striker hit the second cartridge in the machine gun and again, silence. The gunpowder did not catch fire.

There were eight Russian soldiers, and the one who pulled the trigger shouted to the others, “What is going on?” He took off the machine gun clip and showed the other soldiers that it was full. He shouted, “What is that? Look, there are cartridges in the clip, but the machine gun does not fire!”

I understood that I was on the verge of death, but I had no fear at that time. I was only worried about my wife Tanya, how she would survive once I was gone.

At that point, I turned to them and asked, “Can I pray for you?” One of them said, “This is the first time I’ve seen such an idiot who is about to be shot, and he wants to pray for us!” A few minutes later, my wife (who was showing documents to the soldiers in the house and praying for me) was finally able to run out into the street. It was a bit of a distraction for those who wanted to shoot me. A few minutes later, their commander ran in and shouted at them: “Get out of here!”

That’s how the Lord saved us at that time. He led us out of the valley of darkness. He then helped us to move to the free territory and start a new church in the Poltava region.

Though an army besiege me,

    my heart will not fear;

though war break out against me,

    even then I will be confident.

– Psalm 27:3

This is the testimony of Ukrainian Military Chaplain Vyacheslav Khramov:

“I want to share my testimony of God’s mercy. During my stay in Bakhmut, an extraordinary event occurred. Communicating with the soldiers, praying for them, I gave them patches with the inscription, “The Lord protects and gives victory.” Later, two medics arrived, with whom I also shared the patches. One of them asked me for a chevron-patch with the words, “Ukraine is with God,” so, I gave him mine.

They got into the car and just stayed there for a few minutes. Just then, six feet from them (about 80 feet from me), one shell arrived. And after a short time, a second one landed. Neither of them exploded.

The car in which the medics were sitting was covered with chunks of earth from when the shells hit the ground. One of the medics who got out of the car and, shaking, came up to me and said, “Chaplain, thank you for being here. God really protects.” He said that he would leave the patch I had given him to his children and grandchildren as a testimony of God’s protection.

Another medic, who has been standing 30 feet from where the shells landed, said that it was God’s hand that prevented them from exploding. Everyone who witnessed this event said one thing: it was God who saved them. Even the most ardent skeptics agreed that two shells in a row that did not explode was a miracle.

God is alive, and He still performs miracles today. God is present at the front.


This is the testimony of Ukrainian Military Chaplain Valery Korma:

“A soldier named Yurii told me an amazing story of God’s protection during enemy shelling. He was praying at the time and a 125-millimeter shell, which flew right between his feet, did not explode. It even touched his hands, which were clasped in prayer. Yurii is a living testimony of faith and God’s mercy. I am glad to be a support to all the soldiers. People like Yurii are an encouragement to me. I am sincerely thankful for these defenders. Praise be to God for raising up such heroes of faith!”

——- In 2022, a shell flew into the house of Pastor Serhiy Datsko from Kharkiv, but it did not explode. The projectile, which had the power to destroy half of his residential street, pierced his roof and broke into three parts on the second floor of his house. Serhiy was with deacons and other people from his church on the first floor at the time. There were six individuals present in total.

Whoever fears the Lord has a secure fortress,

    and for their children it will be a refuge.

– Proverbs 14:26

This is the testimony of Tetiana from Kharkiv, who survived the March 2022 attack on her city:

I live with my child in an apartment building on the third floor. That day, my son woke up earlier after a nap. I sat him in the living room (where there is a very large window), and I opened the windows in the apartment because it was very hot. While the child was eating fruit and watching cartoons in the hall, I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

While washing the dishes, I heard a voice say, “Turn off the water.” I just reduced the water flow and started listening because I didn’t understand what it was. I heard again: “Turn off the water, take the baby, and hide in the bathroom.” Out of surprise, I turned off the water and turned around.

In the window, I saw the figure of an angel in the sky from the cloud, and in the center of it something that looked like a cross that was flashing. What I saw made me stiff. I turned my head from the window, and then the explosion happened.

The whole apartment was covered in dust. I was afraid for my child because there was a large window in the hall and there was a noise around me from the glass that was falling. Everyone’s windows were blown out. Without looking around, I quickly grabbed my child and ran out to the common corridor, which was shared with the neighbors.

After we ran to it, there was an even more powerful explosion and the whole apartment began shaking. Something hit the walls and doors in the hallway, and the walls shook like paper. Then I prayed that the Lord would save us, and I heard a voice say, “A rocket will not fall on this house.” After that, I felt myself calmer. And then, after a strong blast wave, I heard people running on the glass in the entrance. I opened the door and wanted to run outside with them, but the Lord told me to close the door. I obeyed.

Then there was another explosion. I ran back into the apartment, picked up the phone, and then went out to the entrance. There was a lot of glass everywhere and, on the street, everything was littered with window frames and doors. People were screaming, crying… It seemed like the end of the world had come…

Some parents ran around in terror and looked for their children who had gone for a walk.

I am grateful to the Lord that my child woke up before the explosion happened, and I opened the windows. If my son slept in a room with the window closed, the window would be torn out, and the glass could have injured him badly or killed him (that’s how it was explained to me). I will never forget how the Lord was with me in that moment. As He spoke, He took away the fear and saved us.

For he will command his angels concerning you

    to guard you in all your ways;

12 they will lift you up in their hands,

    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

– Psalm 91:11-12

This is the testimony from one mother about God protecting her son during the war:

My son went on a mission deep into enemy territory. There was no contact with him for eight days. One day, I got a call from someone else’s number. During the 70 seconds of the conversation, I lived the reality in which he was, as if I was next to him: I heard machine gun bursts, explosions. Then I heard a crack – and the connection was cut off. Only late in the evening he texted his wife, “I’m going back. Love you.”

Later, my son shared how the Lord protected him and other soldiers. A drone circled above them all day but could not detect them in any way. The escape plan was to go through the thickets of trees because the field was mined, but the Russians began to shell the thickets, so there was no other choice but to run through the minefield.

It was a game with death. But God’s angels simply put their feet in safe places, where there were no mines. There were no losses, everyone survived, and the mission was completed. Glory and praise be to our God!


This is the testimony from a Ukrainian soldier who prefers to remain anonymous:

That day we had a regular mission. Thanks to our successful attacks, the enemy was pushed back. So, we were confident that everything would go well and there would be no obstacles. My partner and I were traveling in a small, armored car at about 70 mph. Suddenly, an enemy tank drove toward us. When he fired, life stopped for a few seconds. Our car flipped over and started burning. I felt pain, and I saw a Russian soldier get out of the tank.

My partner passed out for a while because there was a strong hit. His face was cut; my head and back were burned. We were able to crawl out of the car and we ran automatically, as they started shooting at us. We decided to run in different directions so that the tank would chase only one person.

He chose me.

I instantly decided to move toward the minefield, having received a revelation from God that I am in His hands. I approached a certain place and, inside, I felt a voice guiding my steps, saying, “Come on left, come on right.” In this way, I walked almost 5 miles.

Wounded (with a swollen eye, dislocated arm, covered in blood, burned), I returned to base. The guys from my squad had already thought that I was dead. But when they saw me, everyone was happy, hugged me, and then for the first time said, “Glory to God!” I was thought to be a little crazy because I started all our trips with prayer. But now, after I came back, we don’t go anywhere else without prayer.

The Lord watches over the sojourners; he upholds the widow and the fatherless, but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

– Psalm 146:9

This is the testimony of an anonymous Ukrainian Evangelical, who was caught in a stopped convoy while being evacuated from Kherson in 2022.

For the rest of my life, I will remember our departure from Kherson on Easter. I thank God for all the ways He has led us. We passed 52 checkpoints at that time. At each of them, we were surrounded by Russian soldiers with machine guns. And between the posts on the way, we saw them everywhere. They were like locusts: in the field, by the road, in trenches, in forests, in military vehicles that overtook us at high speed. And we barely had time to turn to the side of the road so as not to get hit by an armored personnel carrier.

When we reached one of the settlements, there was already a three-mile-long convoy of cars with small children, the elderly, the disabled, and pregnant women. Everyone felt a huge fear. From 5 p.m. to 9 a.m., we stayed in a mined field. And at night, rockets flew over the convoy. I remember that night as a nightmare.

In the car at night, I began to suffocate as I was attacked by panic and fear. My heart was beating at breakneck speed, and there were explosions in the field. I thought that this night would be the last for our family, and it seemed to last forever. We did not close our eyes for a second – we constantly prayed not only for ourselves, but also for the entire convoy, that God would give us the strength to go through all this and save everyone.

God saved us and He remained faithful to the word that He gave me in prayer before leaving Kherson: “But you will not go out in haste; ye shall not flee as they flee, for the LORD shall go before you; He, the God of Israel, will protect you behind.” (Isaiah 52:12)

We met the dawn in the field with tears in our eyes with joy that everyone was alive. We praised God and gave thanks for His mercy and faithfulness. Passing the checkpoint at 9 a.m., where our Ukrainian soldiers met us, hugged and comforted us. We could not yet come to our senses after the terrible night that we experienced in the field. We were fed, given hot tea and coffee, and each soldier heartily ministered to us with love and compassion (understanding that we went through a fire that did not burn us). And for them, it was also a miracle.

Thank God for everything! I praise the Lord, for He is good, for His loving-kindness endures forever.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

– Philippians 4:6-7

This is the testimony of Olga Tsymbalenko from Odessa:

The day before the tragedy in Odessa, the Lord prompted me to pray for the family of our friends. I knew that they had left the city, and I did not understand why there was such an inner need to pray for them, but I prayed. My prayer lasted less than a minute, just for protection.

The next day, there was an explosion in Odessa, not far from our house. Our friends had a beauty salon on the ground floor – the rocket hit the house. I found out that my friend was in the salon at

that time. Now the salon is gone, but she and the girls are alive. During the explosion, the ceilings began to fall but, miraculously, they did not fall on the first floor.

I want to say that if you feel the urge to pray for people who come to mind, pray. Through prayer that lasts even less than a minute, God can show His mercy and preserve a person’s life. Our voices matter. Our prayers matter. So, pray, Beloved, pray. In your own words, as best you can, just pray and trust in the Lord.

I don’t know all the answers, and it breaks my heart that so many of our incredible young people have been killed. But, for me personally, the life of my friend was saved due to prayer – this is a great miracle in the midst of this tragedy.