When I first heard about the Bible studies happening in our area, I was curious. I had heard people whisper that the Makuwa—the white missionaries—were teaching about a God who forgives sins and gives eternal life. I had spent my whole life fearing spirits, offering sacrifices, and doing what our traditions demanded. But inside, I always felt empty and afraid. So one day, I decided to go.

They used to come to me with fear in their eyes. They called me N’kayi—the one who speaks with spirits. I held the charms, the chants, the power. Or so it seemed. Mothers brought sick children to my doorstep. Men asked me to curse their enemies. I wore fear like a crown. But no one ever asked how I slept at night.

I had been at my position for ninety-two days. Ninety-two days of holding the line, waiting, and wondering if any of us would make it out alive. I’m an infantryman from the Donetsk direction. Our unit was defending a school building shaped like the Ukrainian letter “П.” It was supposed to be a strong position—but soon we were completely surrounded.

As 2025 comes to a close, our hearts overflow with gratitude—for God’s faithfulness and for you, our Lifeword Partners. Your prayers, support, and generosity have carried the gospel into homes, villages, cities, and online communities across the world. From the islands of the Philippines to the villages of Africa, from the digital spaces of the Middle East to churches across Europe and the Americas, God’s Word has gone forth in power.