“My name is Boru. I am 36 years old and I live in a small village called Resanko in southern Ethiopia. As far back as I can remember, my family has worshiped local gods. My father trained me in daily rituals to appease the gods of snakes, trees, and the sun and moon with sacrifices.
Hardly any visitors come to my home because the road to the village is little more than a muddy path most of the year. But recently a Jeep came with young men who put up posters and gave us flyers. The flyers told about a man named Jesus who can heal blind eyes, deaf ears, and make cripples walk. I was curious, as were many of my family members. We wondered if miracles would really happen at the festival?
When the time came, I walked 20 kilometers to Agere Maryam. The mass of people at the festival and the music was unlike anything I’ve experienced before. After the speaking, dozens of people walked up the ramp to the platform and told us how they were healed by Jesus. I had brought my blanket and decided to stay for several nights, sleeping on the festival field.
The next night I waited to hear more about Jesus. The speaker told us how Jesus was the ultimate sacrifice for our sins to be forgiven. All I had to do was receive His forgiveness and make Jesus the ruler of my life! I was tired of the ritual sacrifices I made to local gods. Jesus’ death was sacrifice enough for me. When the preacher asked who wanted to receive forgiveness of our sins, I raised my hand.
I repeated the prayer after the interpreter along with thousands of others surrounding me. I felt different like something had changed inside me. A man from a local church introduced himself to me and gave me a book about Jesus. Then he prayed with me.”