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The following story is from Stef, the children’s publication of SDOK, VOM’s sister mission in the Netherlands.

One day while Benedicte was in her classroom in Nigeria, the school was attacked by Muslim fighters. She ran out of the school, climbed over a fence, and fled into the woods — until she was discovered. Muslim fighters found her and asked, “Are you a Christian?”

At first Benedicte was very scared and didn’t dare to say anything. But then she said very clearly, “Yes, I am a Christian.”

Maybe the fighters were planning to harm or kidnap Benedicte. But then they heard soldiers who were coming to chase them away. The Muslims fled, and Benedicte ran away to a safer area! Praise God for His protection!

[Source: Stef; edited and translated from the original]

Ask a VOM Worker: Learning Another Language


A worker from The Voice of the Martyrs’-USA International Ministries Department shared his thoughts about learning other languages. The worker grew up speaking Dutch in Holland. He visits Arabic-speaking countries in his work for VOM. Read below what he said.

I think anyone should learn a second language, but especially if you feel like God is leading you to a certain group who speak a different language.

Children have a great advantage of still being teachable far better than people who are older. It’s just so much easier to start when you’re young. My kids speak English but know some Spanish and Dutch as well.

Some learn [another language] best with a book; others through classes or audio CDs. But I think what is best is to move to where they speak the language and stop speaking in your own language. This is why I speak English.

I’m slowly learning Arabic. It just helps to learn the language of the people you serve. If a missionary from Holland came to the U.S. and always worked through a translator without learning to speak English, I think you would agree with me, that would not be a good idea.

(Edited from the original)

Learn Some Arabic Words

English How to Say It in Arabic
(Pronunciations are approximate.)
Praise the Lord. MAHG-duh lah rahp.
Jesus saves. Yah-SOO-uh yoo KHAH-liss
Yes Nahm
No Lo
Jesus loves you. Yah-SOO-uh yoh HEH-back
Do you know Jesus? Hahl-tah-reef Yah-SOO-uh
My name is _____. IS-mih _____.
Thank you. SHOO-krahn

Try This
Try to have a conversation with someone using the Arabic words above.

Read more Ask a VOM Worker posts in the Archives section.

Hats Off to You, Part 2


The previous post told about the kidnapping of a boy in the Netherlands (Holland). Read the rest of the story below.

I asked the men, “What are you doing this?”

Suddenly it was very bright all around me.

“Wake up! You’re having a nightmare!” My mom had turned on the light. I jumped up from the bed.

“It was so real!” I told my mom. She was wondering if I had read something scary.

Then I knew. The van came out of the exciting book series I was reading. The shooting came out of the story of David’s dad.

After my dream, I thought I would not dare to say I was a Christian like David’s dad had done. I told my mom what I was thinking, and she said, “You can’t know what you’ll do when the time comes. What we do know is that at that moment the Holy Spirit will give you the right words if you just trust Him. Shall we pray for that right now?”

Ever since then, I’ve thought a lot about David’s dad and other persecuted Christians.

I take my hat off to them.

(Source: SDOK. Translated and edited.)

Read a story about God giving a persecuted Christian unexpected strength.

Hats Off to You


The following story comes from Stef, the children’s magazine of SDOK, The Voice of the Martyrs’ sister mission in the Netherlands. It is told from the viewpoint of a boy in the Netherlands who read the story of David in Nigeria.

I was walking to the library on a Wednesday afternoon. I’m reading a very exciting series of books. Every two weeks I pick up the next book in the series.

At first, I didn’t notice that a black van was parked on the sidewalk. There was only room on the sidewalk for me to squeeze myself past the van.

Suddenly the van door opened. A man jumped out wearing a ski mask. He put a bag over my head and grabbed me. I kicked my legs, but it didn’t help. Before I knew it I was lying in the van. Then I was tied with ropes, and the van drove away.

My heart pounded. Why was I being taken? After a short drive, I was taken from the van. The bag was removed from my head, and I saw we were in an abandoned factory. Four guys stood in a circle around me. They had guns in their hands.

One of the men said, “You horrible curious little man, we know about you. You always want to read stories about Christians who are persecuted. Maybe you’ll be curious about your own story.” He pointed his gun at me and demanded, “Say that Jesus doesn’t exist, or I’ll shoot!”

I started to sweat. “This can’t be true!” I thought. “Kidnapped out of the blue? Because I’m a Christian? In Holland? During the day?

I hoped someone saw the kidnapping and called the police. Did I hear a siren?

Read the rest of the story in the next post.

David in Nigeria, Part 2

David on the cover of Stef

The previous post told about David, a boy from a Christian family in Nigeria. His story was in Stef, the children’s publication of SDOK, The Voice of the Martyrs’ sister mission in the Netherlands. Read more about him and his family below, as told by David.

My Dad
My dad was a leader in a church. Strict Muslims in our country want to make our country Muslim. Unfortunately they do a lot of really bad things.

One evening I was awakened by a very hard pounding on the door. What happened afterwards still doesn’t seem real. Men came in with guns, and they asked my dad if he wanted to become a Muslim.

My dad said no. One man said to him, “So you want to die as a Christian?”

“I want to,” said my dad. Then the man shot my dad in the head. I thought for sure he was killed but miraculously he could still talk.

My mom tried to get help after the man left, and I sat the whole night next to my dad. That’s all I want to say about it.

Fireworks Are Stupid
Thankfully my dad did not die.

Last year during Christmas somebody lit some fireworks. I heard loud bangs, and I thought fighting had broken out. I was very scared. Only the next day did I realize my fear wasn’t necessary.

Now I can laugh at it, but then I thought fireworks were really stupid.

I want to talk about something nice — about my teacher, Hassan. I think he is really cool because he knows so much. Later I want to become a professor or a teacher because I love learning so much.

Bye, David.

(Source: SDOK, translated and edited)

To Talk About

  • Why did David’s family move?
  • Why are radical Muslims attacking Christians in Nigeria?
  • Why was David scared of the fireworks?
  • What can you pray for David?