Before coming to Nigeria, I worked as a Firefighter/EMT for the City of Winston Salem. Throughout my time there I saw a lot of tragedy and death. Often times leading to the natural, human response of “Where is God in this?” or “Why would God allow this happen?” However, as my journey as a missionary began and through building a closer relationship to God I have allowed myself to abandoned most of these feelings. Instead trusting in and knowing that He is indeed a sovereign God! His ways are above our ways, and His thoughts are above our thoughts. All He ask is that we trust and obey. Now working here at Egbe Hospital we also see our fair share of death. We also see the effects it has on the families and tribes. Just recently there was a bank robbery in town. The men robbed the bank, and on the way out began firing random gunshots as they raced out of town. Thankfully, many got away safely but a few fell victim to the vicious attack. One of them a ten year old boy, member of 1st ECWA Church Egbe, and on his way to choir practice. Shot in the abdomen, the bullet exited out of his lower back. I stood beside him helping to hold him down as the medical team started IV lines and addressed the wound. While standing there I listened to the ten year old boy groan in pain, but through the pain he prayed to God. A powerful prayer: a prayer for forgiveness, a prayer for mercy, a prayer beyond what a normal young boy would pray. As if God was right beside him. Later that night, around midnight, as we stood outside with 1st ECWA pastors praying, the boy died on the operating table. A month prior to this incident there was another man brought into the ER, also suffering from a gun shot wound to the abdomen. This time it was a thirty year old man, from a Fulani tribe, and professing Muslim. The Fulani are nomadic herders, herding cows from the Northern to the Southern parts of Nigeria. They live in the bush amongst the animals and many are Muslim. This particular man was shot by a farmer because he led his cows over his land. The medical team was successful in treating this mans wounds, and he survived the shot. Working in the wards I got to see him often. He was very shy and always carried a blank stare. However, as weeks went by I noticed a change. Healing was happening physically and spiritually. The body of Christ working in the hospital began changing his heart.- Christ was healing! When finally discharged he did not have enough money to pay his bill, and opted to join our maintenance and construction staff to work off his debt. Consequently, this required him to join us for morning devotions in the workshop. Through this time the change continued. I now see him smiling and filled with joy as he mows and rakes around the hospital. This past Friday he even came to our head of security, Richard Aina, and asked him for a Hausa Bible. He wants to read along in the devotions to learn more about how to have a relationship with Jesus. So, I still often let my trust slip and wonder to myself “WHY GOD?” As I even did with these two recent cases. Why allow a ten year old Christian boy to die, and a thirty year old muslim man to live? Then I saw it, I understood! God calls us all in his own time, our days are numbered, this is not our home. We cannot live here forever. God is constantly calling his creation back to himself. The ten year old boy was ready, and I know without a doubt he is alive and well in the Kingdom of God. However, the Muslim man was on the path of destruction and God extended him grace. A chance to choose. We praise God this Muslim man has chosen to follow Christ. Two similar stories, both seeming like great tragedies instead they glorify God. His ways are above our ways! Both gunshot wounds led to life!