Testimonies

Testimony from a widow in Kenya:

“My name is Anita Musibega, a widow with four children. Before I was married, I was a good girl. Although I did not know God, I went to church.

Then, I got married, and my husband made me forget about church as he made sure that we had visitors every Sunday. At first, I thought that they were just ordinary visitors, but later, I discovered that my mother-in-law was a witch doctor who lied to people, telling them that she had powers to heal.

Days went by and I continued to discover horrible things. My mother-in-law had a private room in her home where no one was allowed except for her and my husband. After our second child was born, things changed from bad to worse.

My husband would stay at his mother’s house for hours and hours, sometimes until midnight. When I asked him what he was doing, he beat me. No one could come to my rescue.

Then, the pattern changed, and my husband would leave the house at 9:00 pm, asking me not to sleep until he came back. One night, I followed him slowly, and watched him enter his mother’s house. What I saw was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

My husband came out with a huge snake wrapped around his neck. He was completely naked. A big cat that I had never seen since we were married was next to him. They started running, and disappeared into the darkness.

I went back to the house, but could not understand what I had just seen. When my husband came back, I was terrified and could not face him. I thought of running away the next morning. Awakening the next morning, I was summoned to my mother-in-law’s house where I was warned that I was never to run away nor share anything that I had seen with anyone else. Otherwise, I would become mad.

I lived in total fear, and had two more kids the next two years. It was during the birth of my fourth born that my mother-in-law died. I was still in the hospital because of the operation when they came and took away my baby for one day. I have no idea what they did to my baby, but my child is now paralyzed.

After the burial of my mother-in-law, my husband took over everything. I was once again warned never to enter the private room. Then, my husband began to try and force me to learn what he was doing, but I refused. He would call the snake out while we were alone in the house, but I would run away. One day, my husband locked me in the house, took the snake, and forced me to hold it like a little baby. This is all I remembered until I woke up in the hospital.

While I was in the hospital, some pastors came in to pray for us sick people. They gave us some booklets to read. Because I had fallen from a chair and had broken my arm, I had to stay longer in the hospital.

During this time in the hospital, I read the booklets which the pastors gave us. My eyes were opened, and I understood that we were worshipping other gods just like the Israelites. I wanted to run away, but had nowhere to go. My parents were dead. My brothers had sold our land, and had moved away to a place I did not know. The only place for me to go was back to my husband who was a witchdoctor.

Thanks be to God, as I was leaving the hospital, the pastor came and prayed for me. He gave me a set of the 68 lessons so that I could read the booklets while I was at home.

At home, I read the booklets and learned how God punished Sodom and Gomorrah with fire for listening to Satan. I read how God opened the ground that swallowed those who worshiped idols while Moses was at the mountain. I did not want to perish in the lake of fire.

As I was reading the booklets, I remembered how the pastor used to tell us about Satan and hell. The booklets taught us that there are only two tribes in the world–the good and the bad. The family that I had married into were bad people.

One Sunday, I sneaked out of the house and went to church. I asked the pastor to pray for me, as I wanted to be in the good tribe. I gave my life to Christ, and ran back home.

My husband continued with his night trips, but after one week, I was called to go collect his dead body. He was caught in a neighboring village, casting a spell in someone’s compound. The people in the village stoned him to death. After the burial, the villagers came, and we demolished his mother’s house, killing all of the snakes as well.

I thank God for the booklets which were given to me in the hospital. They brought light to me, and now, I have life again.”

Peace has been restored in Eshirulo village, Bunyore, Kenya after a terror leader surrendered to Christ. Name withheld:

“I have been a leader of a group of young men who have been stealing and robbing homes in Bunyore. I became a part of the group through a friend who was a member.

In 2023, we raided a home, breaking in through the back door and stealing all that we could carry. The owner called the police, and the police came to arrest us. Our leader was shot dead, yet I was able to escape with the bag I stole.

When I got home, I opened the bag and found a Bible, some booklets, and some money. I only wanted the money and, not interested in the rest, I threw it all under my bed.

After mourning and burying our leader, I was chosen to lead the group. I led the group for another robbery, this time in the town of Luanda. Before we began, we surveyed the shop and everything seemed to be fine. When it was time, we went in.

The owner saw us, and set off the alarm. There were police who were close by, and they began shooting at us. We had borrowed a gun from another group, and my friend, who had the gun, began shooting back at the police. This allowed us to get out of the shop and run. I was shot in my left arm, but managed to get away, arriving at home with only a wound.

Arriving at home, I took off my blood-stained clothes, and threw them under the bed. After a week and after everything had calmed down, I decided to take out the blood-stained clothes and burn them. Then, I came across the Bible and the booklets once again.

As there was not much to do with a wounded arm, I stayed at home and started reading the booklets marked Swahili lessons 1-10 and 11-20. As I had never read the Bible before, I began reading the booklets. I read all of the booklets and wanted to read more, but I had no idea as to where I could find the next lessons.

After a month, my arm was healed, and I wanted to go back to the group. I remembered, however, what I had read from the booklets about my sin, Satan, and God. God had created me to be a good man, but now, I was evil. This kept ringing in my mind, so I decided to visit a pastor who knew that I was a bad man. I took the Bible and the booklets with me.

When I asked the pastor if he could get me the other lessons, he promised that he would. After three days, the pastor brought to me the remaining lessons, 21-68. It was then that I became convinced that I belonged to the devil who has used me to steal and to destroy.

I was in the bad tribe. I was worshipping other gods rather than the true God. I was smoking marijuana. I was listening to the devil just like Cain who killed his brother. By the grace of God, I went back to the pastor who led me to Christ. I surrendered my life to Him.

From there, I called my group together. I told them that I have given my life to Christ. I also told them that we can earn a living in a good manner rather than stealing. We all agreed to begin afresh brand new lives.

From the money we had saved, we bought two motorcycles and now we are doing a taxi business. Thanks to the booklets I stole, they brought peace to me and my entire village. When we are not transporting people, we sit together and read the stories again and again. God has forgiven me and I believe that He will forgive my friends also.”

This testimony is from Mama Rodah in Kenya:

“In my life, I have struggled to know the truth. I have moved from church to church in search of the truth. My husband died six years ago leaving me with seven children, the youngest being three months old. We were happily married. My husband had provided for our family. After he died, I had no hope. I could not understand why God allowed this to happen to me. Was God even real?

After six months, I could not take it anymore. The kids needed school fees, food, and clothing, and I had not one to run to for help. At that time, the devil led me to prostitution. I began to drink alcohol, became a drunkard, and forgot about my kids.

My brother-in-law took my kids, and I moved to Lodwar to find new clients. In Lodwar, one of my new friends took me to church. The pastor was teaching Bible stories. At first, remembering what had happened to me, I didn’t even believe that God existed, yet the stories that I was hearing were very interesting.

After a time, I realized that I was a bad mother, and a great sinner. I belonged to the tribe of Cain. Instead of listening to God, I listened to Satan who took me into prostitution. My body became a tool for Satan to use, and Satan separated me from my family and from God.

Finally, I understood the truth from the simple Swahili booklets that were read to me. God loved me, and sent the Savior to die for me. I gave my life to Jesus, and have now returned to my home. Thanks for the Bible stories and booklets that the pastor taught and gave us to read.”

Julius Khayemba has grown in his understanding of the Word of God through the chronological booklets and has been teaching the Word of God in Namabasa district of Mbale, Uganda. The area is full of Islam, and is probably the most Islamic after Iganga and Busolwe.

A few days ago, Julius took part in a crusade organized by Muslim leaders in the region. Here is Julius:

“For the first week of the crusade, I was sharing with the Muslims, yet the result was not very positive. Yet, I would go back home, would take time to pray, and would read more from the booklets.

After one week, I felt the Lord leading me to begin to teach the chronological stories. Then, the people began to become more interested in the meetings because of the stories. People would come to learn more, and even ask questions.

One of the Sheiks asked about the love of God which caused Him to slaughter an animal in order to cover Adam and Eve with a skin. I answered that this is the very way that God loves us. We have sinned, and we are doing all that we can to reach God, including religion, but only God can save us in His way. Only God can give us eternal life.

On the last day, many came to the crusade, but most of them were not wearing their Muslim robes. Many of them asked what could be the solution, and I shared with them that only God is our solution. They came forward and I led them to Christ.

Most of these people are now growing, coming to the discipleship classes that we have with them. Thank you for the booklets. We now have a team which is sharing these booklets to the glory of God.”

This is a testimony from a former Muslim:

“On the 11th of December 2016, there was an attack on Christians in the Abbasiya district of Cairo. The bomb led to the deaths of many Christians. Some thirty Christians died and approximately fifty more were seriously injured. These deaths were planned by an Islamic cult in Egypt of which I was the leader.

This was not my first bombing, nor certainly not my first attack on Christians, and that night, I went to sleep rejoicing, knowing that I had done a great thing for the Islamic god. In the Muslim religion, Jihad is one of the greatest commands for a true Muslim believer.

However, that night, as I was sleeping, I had a vision of a man with bleeding feet walking towards me. He spoke to me in a soft voice, and said, ‘I love you. You are my friend, and I am calling you to preach about me.’

I had no idea who this was, and when I asked Him, he said, ‘I am Yeshua Almashi [Jesus the Messiah]. I am the One held in honor according to the Quran. Those whom you have killed that believe in me is blood for the growth of Christianity. I will use you and your family, but first, you must set off and leave Egypt. I will send people to teach you about me. After this, you will return and share with others. I will protect you and forgive you of all of your sins.’

Then, the man bleeding hugged me and disappeared. The next day, I could not pray or even tell my wife what had happened to me. I no longer wanted to go to the mosque. I was totally confused, and did not know what to do.

For four months, I did not go to the mosque. The vision kept playing in my mind, and it was as if the vision was yesterday.

On the 7th of July, 2017 I had yet another dream. This time, I saw Issa (Jesus) in the dream gathering many people to teach. I was invited by a friend to come, but I cannot remember his name. Issa was teaching about His love for us, about His death on the cross, and how we can be saved. He spoke about God’s free gift. Then, He called to me and told me, ‘Muhammad, I will not force you, but I want you to know that I love you so much. Look for the people of the Book (Bible). I will send you to a dry land and feed you there. While you are there, I will transform you and use you to change many lives.’

Even with this second dream, I felt that my heart was not ready, for everything that He spoke of seemed to be against Islam.

In January of 2018, I was reading a bit of a Bible that I had picked up in a rubbish pit. I could still not tell my wife nor children what was happening to me. For all of this time, I was avoiding the Islamic team that I had led. Finally, after six more months, I sold everything, and told my wife and three children that we were going to move to another country because we were not safe. I did not, however, tell them the reason why. Being the father, they had to obey and to follow.

We moved to Juba, Sudan in January of 2019. It was there that I felt at peace, and believed that we would start a new life there.

Although the camp has become my home, I had no way of hearing the Word of God until I was introduced to the chronological booklets. It was my son who met Felix who prayed for him, and God healed my son. I then gathered my friends, and we kidnapped a brother in order to understand more. We did not want to kill Felix. We only wanted to be sure that he was the right man that I was told about in the dream that I had five years ago.

Since then, we have been gathering as a team, and we are listening to the teachings. I am so proud to learn many truths about God, and now, above all, my entire family believes in the Lord Jesus Christ. We continue to read these booklets which contain not only our hope, but also the hope for all of the world. One day, I will return to Egypt to share the truths about our Jesus Christ.”

We keep praying for this fellowship even as it grows. We have been able to baptize forty two new believers, most of whom were from Islam.

From Joseph Okello was has been serving God in Yumbe, Uganda since August this year:

“Serving God among the refugees, I met people from the tribe called Madi ( Ma’adi). The origin of the tribe is in South Sudan, but living now in Uganda, some speak the Luganda language.

One day, I met Yakub, a Muslim leader in this area, and his wife Jelila. Jelila had this to say:

‘My husband and I were married two years ago. We wanted to have a baby. We recited all of the Quran in order to get a baby. We also went to the witch doctor. This, by the way, is allowed in our religion. Even after all of this, we still did not have a baby.

A few years ago, a missionary came to share the Word of God with us, but he taught in a most unloving way, calling the prophet Muhammad names. It broke our hearts, and we chased him away. My husband, being a Muslim leader, protected us, and would not allow anyone to become a believer in Christianity. During all of this time, I was so desperate for a child.

Then, Brother Joseph started sharing the Word of God using stories. For the first time, I felt that I could listen to these stories. They were touching my heart [and were not tearing down my religion].

At this time, I became pregnant, but when I went to the doctor’s office, the doctor told me that my baby was dead. All of the scannings indicated that my baby was dead.

I remembered when Brother Joseph had taught how God gave Sarah a child after many years of having trusted in God. I had touched my heart. At that time, I could not share this with my husband as I had secretly been attending those classes.

When Brother Joseph asked me if he could pray with me as God could do anything, I agreed without hesitation. Joseph prayed with me and I believed that God could do anything. That night, I had a wonderful sleep.

Wondering how to tell my husband about this, I asked him if we could go to listen to some of the teachings that I have been listening to. He agreed and we went to the teachings. Together, we learned about a loving God who wants all people to be saved.’

Two weeks ago, Jelila gave birth to her baby in a normal delivery which was totally surprising to her doctors. She has now believed in Christ, and her husband, after a long time of attending the classes, has believed in the Lord Jesus Christ as well.

Pray for the new baby to grow with loving parents and just as this baby is a miracle, may many other people be transformed through this testimony.”

In Christ, Joseph Okello

Mercy Akello from the Abim district among the Karamojong is a 26-year-old missionary reaching out to the Karamojong children in Kampala, Uganda.

Reaching out to street kids doesn’t need only passion, but also persistence since these kids often become unruly.

Mercy has been facing many challenges though God has been faithful to her.
Reaching out the Karamojong from the streets to the school, Mercy is volunteering
to teach the Word of God through the chronological booklets. The students’ love for the Word of God in the booklets is great. Adit Perez, a 15-year-old, narrates her story:

“I have never known anything except war. Being born in a war zone in Kotido, my father used to be a thief and the entire village knew him. The government was always looking for him in all corners of Uganda.

One day, I remember my mother talking to him about stopping to steal cows because that would claim his life. Reluctantly, he replied that he would stop only if he would no longer have this source of income. He would lead a team of thieves as far as among the Turkana and the Samburu in Kenya.

Four years ago, my father was killed when he went to steal in a nearby village in Karamoja called Agile. The government was waiting for him, and my father was caught, killed with a gun. Later, villagers stormed into our home with the remains of my late father, having cut him into small pieces before burning him.

We were forced to leave as they also burned our house down. Since then, I do not know where my mother and other sisters are. I had four siblings.

I lost hope in life. I wanted nothing except to die. I just started walking, and after a time, a man carried me in his truck to Kampala.

For three years, I lived on the streets of Kampala. During the day, I walked on the streets looking for food, and at night, I slept under porch awnings.

Now, I have the Word of God. I have hope to love and live again. I want to be in the good tribe, God’s tribe. I want to show love to others by sharing with them the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.

If only my father had known the Word of God, he could have changed and made the best decision. We would not have been struggling in Kampala. I would be in school as my passion is to be a social worker and share the Gospel to the lost Karamajong.”

Together, the class wept because the story of this girl is similar to most of their stories. Thank you for great hope given to the Karamojong children on the streets of Kampala through the chronological booklets

Mercy Akello

This is a testimony from Kenya and the PAG church:

“My name is Francis Wanjala. My father died when I was four years old, and sometime after, my mother married another man. He mistreated me so much that I was forced to live out on the streets.

While living on the streets, I joined a bad group and started robbing people. I tried to steal a phone from a woman, but when she refused, I stabbed her with a knife. I have been arrested several times. The last arrest put me in prison for ten years.

As prisoners, we were allowed to go outside of the prison to clean the streets, yet it was under tight security. One day, a man came up to the security guard and asked whether he could talk to me. It was only after the guard learned that the man was a pastor that he was allowed to talk to me.

The pastor spent some time talking to me, and at the end, he handed me some booklets. For some reason, I was allowed to take the booklets back with me to prison.

I started to read the booklets lesson by lesson, and learned that I was a sinner. I also learned from the booklets that God loves me just the way I am, and that He wants me to love Him, too. I learned that I could not make it on my own, and that I needed a Savior.

In the past, one of the prison guards used to tell us about God, but I could not understand. After reading the booklets, I understood, and I would discuss the stories in the booklets with other prisoners.

One day, we called the prison guard and asked him to pray for us as we needed a Savior. He prayed with us, and the three of us gave our lives to Jesus.

In June, during the national holiday, the president pardoned me and others, and we were set free. I give glory to the Savior in the booklets. He saved me from prison, and now I am free.

After being released from prison, I went home to my family, only to discover that my dad had sold his land and moved to another area with the rest of the family. I am now, however, living with my grandmother, and continue to trust God who saved me after serving six years in prison. He will make a way for me. Keep praying for me, and thank you, Lord, for the booklets which I continue to read every day.”

Wycliffe writes: “We do not know the pastor who took the books to the prison, nor could we get to the prison, but the booklets did. Glory to God!”