This is my testimony but before I start, I feel it’s more important to give you some insight into my childhood, so that you can be able to understand some of the decisions I made and task I took later on in my life. Every decisions and tasks, I have made or taken respectively during my life time, good and bad, is what has brought me to who lam now today.

I was born by a Moslem mother and a catholic father and here in Uganda , usually children follow their father’s region, so for that reason I and my siblings we were raised as Catholics. We went to church basically on Easter Sundays and Christmas. I was brought up knowing God but missing out the whole idea of who really Jesus; accepting him as my personal Saviour and the fact that he died on the cross for my sins. Read the rest of this entry »

Life was great for me. I grew up in the perfect family and had no need for God, even though I grew up in the church. When I was ten I went to church camp just like every year, but somehow I knew it would be different. I grew up singing in church and one day my mom, who also sings, and I clashed over something. I ran off crying because I knew the fight between my mom and I was really between me and God. I began crying out to God and my music minister, Henry, heard me. He came over and helped me through the questions and doubts. After about an hour in 100 degree heat, I prayed at Camp Lela to receive Christ as my Savior. I agreed to give my life to him but I still struggle with it. I’m not perfect, although I try to be. But I have a hope that no one can take away from me. Read the rest of this entry »

My Life Before Christ – I was always afraid at night when it was time to go to bed. For all I knew I would not wake up the next morning and I would be dead. I feared this everytime I went to bed and I just couldnt sleep. Not only was I afraid of death but I had no idea who Jesus was and what it meant to be a Christian. I mean sure I went to church everydad Sunday with my parents but I just went to be with my friends not to worship the Lord and be intimate with him. Read the rest of this entry »

Background information

“My name is Sadrak Nawipa; I was born in a little village called Paniai which is interior High land of West Papua. I am 23 years old. I am also one of the 43 West Papuan who came across the ocean by a traditional boat by earlier, back in 2006. I and my friends were targeted by Indonesia Military.

We were involving in University Student Human Right Activists who protest to the Government for its false Conducts that have been applying on and on in West Papua up to now, such as, Human right abuses, intimidation, exploitation, religious and racial discrimination, illegal log in, and one of the trend case conducting up to now is the Genocide system. This unfortunate system is has been establishing since its Government has integrated with West Papua. With the massive interest towards Natural resources of West Papua with the plot that destroy West Papuan which are Christian Communities in West Papua and make a the Land of Muslim which is the term known as “Islamizes”. Read the rest of this entry »

What you’re about to read is an honest and personal account of a series of events that permanently altered the course of my life. It began with my unexpected discovery that I had a bad heart–not the organ that pumps life-giving blood through my veins, but that place deep inside where all my thoughts and motives originate. Here’s how it happened:

I grew up in church and believed in God. I knew I wasn’t perfect but felt in my heart that I was basically a decent person. I would later find that the Bible describes the condition of every heart (yours and mine) as deceitful (Jer 17:9). There I was, living it up (so I thought), unaware that I was deader than a door-nail in my sin (Eph 2:1); utterly lost, yet certain I knew exactly where I was going. You get the picture. My own heart was deceiving me. I wonder–could your heart be deceiving you, too? Read the rest of this entry »