Zacharias T. Fomum: His Conversion
Forty-four years ago, through reading a tract, “Someone died for you”, a tract that came from America, I received Jesus Christ.
My father called me and gave me the tract. I went under a plum tree and read it. The tract clearly explained my sin, the sin of man, and the substitutary death of Jesus Christ who died in my place on the cross; that he died my death. Christ died as my substitute. I was the sinner. I deserved the death on the cross. But God out of his stupendous love sent his only begotten Son, who took my place and died on the cross in my place. So I died in him. I sinned. Christ was punished for my sin. Therefore I am free. I cannot be punished again. I bear my sins no more. That is the gospel that I heard that day as I was reading that tract, it is forty-four years ago, but it is as if it were only yesterday.
At the bottom of the tract, the author said, “if you have believed, go and tell your best friend.”
My father and mother were lovers. In the village, songs were composed about them as lovers. But my father was a loving disciplinarian. In our home, everything flowed according to what my father thought. Everybody found out what my father thought and did it. He used to write to me, “Loving ZT”, “Darling ZT”. Boys thought that it was from a girl because it was pregnant with love. But when it was necessary that “doctor do good” i.e. a cane, should fall on my buttocks, it was not negotiable. One of his laws at home was that no one went out of the house without telling somebody in the house. Never did he go to the next house without telling somebody in the house. In order to discipline people, you have to be disciplined yourself. So nobody left the house without telling somebody in the house where he was going to.
But that day, for the first time, I forgot family discipline. From that plum tree, I started running towards the village, Akwabong. I told my best friend Ruben Unotah Mbah. I said, “Someone died for you! Someone died for you! Someone died for you.” I ran back home. I had accomplished my first obedience in the new life.
That day, I got into the Lord’s hands and his grip has only tightened with passing years. Initially, he arrested me. He first loved me. He has become my own lover, too. I do not remember what date it was. But it was in July 1956.