On the 5th of April I traveled 150 km one-way to a village in southern Plateau to greet a family
who we knew 21 years ago. The father of the family, was murdered in Dec 2012, just three months earlier. He had lived together with his family, as a nurse in a Muslim village in the Sahara Desert for many
years. I made a few trips to the desert during those years and I got to know him and the incredible work he was doing. When his contract ended after many years of service, he returned to his village. A few months later, a delegation from this Muslim desert community visited him to return to their community, so he did.
In Dec 2012 the village was visited by armed members of the Boko Haram rebel group with orders to kill Christians. They did not know the community and had no idea who our friend was or what he did. As he was talking to them, unarmed, sharing his faith, they shot a bullet into his chest and another into his head. He died hours later in
hospital. His family returned to their village with the body for burial a few days later.
We visited our friend and his family once with our family in ’92. While we were there, it rained, something it rarely does in that part of the world. Our children spent time together
with his children. I helped with some technical things in the dispensary. And we got to know each other more closely.
As we shared those few days together, I came to know a real follower of Jesus Christ. Our friend told me that at night many people from the community would regularly visit to discuss faith in God. His life will not stop with his death.
The impact he has had on the many lives he touched will live on….and the ultimate sacrifice that his family made will not be in vain.