Psalm 119:11, 105

My parents were saved through the ministry of local believers before I was born. However, the insurgency in Northern Uganda did not foster a deeper growth in God’s word for them. From the time I was born up to about age 5 there was really no church gathering or service to go to for my family. It wasn’t until my family escaped south-east of the country that we had the opportunity to start being a part of a church family. As for me, I grew up thinking that going to church regularly was all I needed to do in order to get to heaven. The turning point came when I was 11 years old. My Dad was working as a mechanic for an orphanage at the time. And one time a medical mission team from Alabama happened to come through that orphanage to our village. Having learned some English already I volunteered to translate as the team helped people with different health problems. Later that week, a gospel fellowship was held in my neighborhood and one of the men on the team preached the gospel. And I remember the missionary explaining how each one of us has sinned and fallen short of the glory of God; how every single one of us will appear at the judgment seat of God; and other than faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ on the cross, nothing is good enough to save us. God used these truths to convict me by the power of the Holy Spirit. For the first time, I realized that as an individual I had to repent of my sins and put my faith in Jesus Christ. I repented and believed the gospel and God saved me that night.