My Redeemer Liveth

“On the fourteenth day of our arrival in Kota, we began street preaching and singing.  A good number of people gathered to hear the strangers preach in a funny way in their dialect.  We were on fire as we quoted scriptures and preached at the top of our lungs.  The thought was that the crowd had gathered to hear us preach, but it was to be otherwise.  All of a sudden I realized a crowbar being swung full fledged at me. I ducked and it landed on my shoulders, barely missing my head.  A complete commotion followed as people started running here and there.  My right shoulder was badly injured as very soon I blacked out.  When my eyes opened, I found myself in a room, lying on my back with mixed feelings. I was enveloped by an overcoming feeling of excruciating pain on one hand and on the other hand, a sense of joy at being counted worthy of being a part of the band who suffered persecution for the name of the Lord.  Tears started trickling down my cheek as I just gazed at the ceiling, unaware of any knowledge of my colleagues.  The persecution had started showing its ugly face.”