Subsequently, young men from our church visited Ron and conducted Bible studies with him. After a few weeks, he began attending our morning church services. We hired a tricycle that could bring him and pick him up every Sunday. Later, he spent the whole day in the chapel so he could also attend the prayer meeting and vesper service.

Ron was in his mid-twenties but he had never attended college. Recently, our deacons arranged for him to learn special skills in a government learning center. We raised enough money among the members of the church so he could learn to repair cell phones.

Just a few weeks ago, I learned that he intended to write his testimony and was targeting to apply for membership later this year.

Then just a few days ago, we heard the tragic news. Ron died suddenly from an apparent stroke or heart attack at the age of 27 years old. We were devastated at this news. We immediately recalled seeing his smiling face every Sunday sitting in his favorite chair, almost always wearing a blue shirt. Now he is gone, just like that.

But on a more sober reflection, we stand amazed at the sovereignty of our God. What is the probability of a man crippled from birth who had been sitting in his house for the last seven years in one of the poorest villages in the city hearing of the Gospel just a year or so before he would die suddenly?