The day we let a terrorist hold our kids
Around 10 years ago my wife and I met a man called Stephen Lungu. He came to preach at our church in Brussels. Stephen Lungu had an amazing story. Tragically beaten by his father and then abandoned by his mother aged 7, he grew up on the streets of Zimbabwe where he was involved in drugs, gangs and crime. He had two knives and he used to mark a notch on his knife for each person he had stabbed. He was an angry young man. One day he and his gang, known as the “Black Shadows” decided to throw petrol bombs into a Christian meeting that had set up a tent in his town. They came into the tent and sat at the back. Just ready to give the signal to cause mayhem, Stephen was held back, first by the sound of a beautiful girl’s voice who was singing a Christian song, and then from a preacher who spoke of how we have all done wrong, but how we can be forgiven by Jesus Christ and his death on the cross. There and then he called out to Jesus Christ for help, becoming a Christia...