Thieves By Bridge
From the life of Waila
Francis
A day I realized God’s hand in my life.
Being asked by the Elders to wash their mission car to raise
some funds for my mission, other young men in my branch were not happy about
it. They also wanted to wash because
they also needed to prepare for their mission.
Elders explained to them but they {did not} listen. As a result my fellow young men stopped
working with missionaries and I remained {the} only one. There were six missionaries {living in the area},
that is three groups (companionships) I needed to work with. I used to rise at 4 AM to walk to their
apartment and I would reach at 7 AM.
From 9:30 I would work with the District Leaders. From 12:30 I would work with another
(companionship) and then at 4:30 I would work with the Zone Leaders until 9:30
PM.
One day we were finding new members to teach with the
missionaries. We found a new family
(Brian and Stella) which we taught up until 9:00 PM. I had to walk home (which was very far). Elders asked to have a prayer and then I
started walking home. Being deep in the
village the path I used could pass in the forest and by {the} bridge. As I came nearer to the bridge, I saw a light
and even men with guns beating a certain old man. They were trying to rob him. I felt strong as I walked nearer to
them. They asked, “Where are you
{coming} from?” I replied, “From
teaching the gospel. They said, “Which
gospel?” At the end they asked me to
remove my shoes, shirt and everything. I
had a phone and money (5,000 shillings) {that they took}. They threw my
scriptures into the river. I had the
Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, the Old Testament and the New
Testament. I sat down and they wanted
more money, which I didn’t have. They
slapped me strongly and beat me. I
prayed silently to my Heavenly Father.
They continued beating me until they gave me my shoes. As I started to walk away they called me back
{to give me} my shirt. They then beat me
again. The Lord finally softened their
hearts and they let me go.
Reaching home my parents said to me that they were praying
for me. (Because it was so late and they
were worried.) I was sick for almost one
month having pain and wounds. In the
morning as I was going to the hospital I found a crowd of people trying to get
out the dead body which was floating on the water. I realized that he was the man whom the
thieves were beating the night before with me.
They had killed him. On that day
I realized God’s hand in my life.
Whenever we serve Him, Jesus taught, that He will be on our right hand
and we are surrounded with angels. I
testify that scripture is true. In the
name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
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