STOLEN, KILLED, BUT NOT DESTROYED
Mrs. A. A was a very poor childless widow, who became very ill. She was visited and encouraged to come to our clinic so we can take care of her the best way we can and also seize the opportunity to minister Christ to her. She was a Muslim. On Friday, 9th when she came, we attended to her and gave her appointment for an Monday. This depressed, downcast and sick woman left the clinic that day with a brightened countenance having received Christ into her heart. Early in the morning the following Sunday, she sat in front of the house of our Nurse waiting for the Church service to begin! On Monday we gave her free treatment, and also bought food for her so as to ensure she took some of the medications in our presence. She had not been feeding well. She was encouraged, prayed for and given a week appointment. On Wednesday’s evening, 14th of May (5 days after she gave her life to Christ), I was resting in my house when I got the news that Mrs A.A has gone to be with the Lord! The Muslim community rejected her corpse because she had gone to church. The local church she attended once also refused to bury her for reasons best known to them. So the responsibility of burial was dumped on us since according to them, we were the one that knew how she got converted! We took this with joy as a good sign that, not only was her spirit received by the Lord, her body also was given as a public testimony to the people
Stolen… Her first husband left her after years of maltreatment due to childlessness. Her second husband who loved and took care of her died. Her business collapsed and she sold all her properties. She lost her youthfulness, looking like a 70 year old woman though in her middle age. She lost all family support. Her health deteriorated so she had to return to the village to live with her blind father, and mentally deranged nephew. She had to fetch firewood to survive.
Killed… Her joy was killed and every trace of hope gone. She once considered suicide.
Destroyed? About to, but He who came to give life more abundantly rescued her five days before the devil destroy her. Praise God! The snare was broken and her soul escaped like a bird out of the Fowler snare. Like the thief at the right hand she was saved at the last minute. What a joy to be part of this! Although her burial was not with much fanfare, and as far as the villagers are concerned, a ‘nobody’ died (they didn't even help to dig her grave), but to us it was a great celebration as Heaven jubilated over a soul that repented
Mrs. A. A was a very poor childless widow, who became very ill. She was visited and encouraged to come to our clinic so we can take care of her the best way we can and also seize the opportunity to minister Christ to her. She was a Muslim. On Friday, 9th when she came, we attended to her and gave her appointment for an Monday. This depressed, downcast and sick woman left the clinic that day with a brightened countenance having received Christ into her heart. Early in the morning the following Sunday, she sat in front of the house of our Nurse waiting for the Church service to begin! On Monday we gave her free treatment, and also bought food for her so as to ensure she took some of the medications in our presence. She had not been feeding well. She was encouraged, prayed for and given a week appointment. On Wednesday’s evening, 14th of May (5 days after she gave her life to Christ), I was resting in my house when I got the news that Mrs A.A has gone to be with the Lord! The Muslim community rejected her corpse because she had gone to church. The local church she attended once also refused to bury her for reasons best known to them. So the responsibility of burial was dumped on us since according to them, we were the one that knew how she got converted! We took this with joy as a good sign that, not only was her spirit received by the Lord, her body also was given as a public testimony to the people
Stolen… Her first husband left her after years of maltreatment due to childlessness. Her second husband who loved and took care of her died. Her business collapsed and she sold all her properties. She lost her youthfulness, looking like a 70 year old woman though in her middle age. She lost all family support. Her health deteriorated so she had to return to the village to live with her blind father, and mentally deranged nephew. She had to fetch firewood to survive.
Killed… Her joy was killed and every trace of hope gone. She once considered suicide.
Destroyed? About to, but He who came to give life more abundantly rescued her five days before the devil destroy her. Praise God! The snare was broken and her soul escaped like a bird out of the Fowler snare. Like the thief at the right hand she was saved at the last minute. What a joy to be part of this! Although her burial was not with much fanfare, and as far as the villagers are concerned, a ‘nobody’ died (they didn't even help to dig her grave), but to us it was a great celebration as Heaven jubilated over a soul that repented
