It has been a long four months here in. Towards the end of April 2008 I was getting a bit tired. Many people took advantage of our generosity and falsely claimed to be displaced. So when an 18 year old young man came in claiming to still need treatment for a wound on his head I was skeptical and sent him to the social worker to see if he was telling me the truth. I was shocked by the report she wrote. The day after the elections he had been hit on the head with an axe because he belonged to a different ethnic group. People thought he was dead and took him to the morgue at the district hospital. He lay there in coma for three days until they brought in more bodies. When they saw him move they realized he wasn’t dead and put him in the hospital. Somehow he recovered but the infection in the wound had gone deep into the skull bone and the wound kept reoccurring. Here he was resurrected after being thought dead. I felt my heart cringe and my stomach flip flop. In my fatigue I had come dangerously close to misjudging him and mistreating him. Thanks be to God that the grace of the Holy Spirit saved us both.