This is Teko Abraham. He regularly attends our worship service in the village of Akuyam.
Here is part of his testimony of God’s goodness, reconstructed from what I remember:
Years ago, someone beat me. They were beating me for hours. They hit me on the head. I died.* They dug a grave for me. When I woke up, I saw the grave. They had put thorns in the hole so animals wouldn’t fall in. They were only waiting to bury me until some of my relatives came from a distance. Then I knew that God loved me.
* Unconsciousness is frequently associated with death. In Abraham’s case, it must have seemed final.
Psalm 107:15: “Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love, for his wondrous works to the children of man!”