When Okello Benson realized that we are all sinners separated from God, he knew he needed Jesus to save him. As he grew in his faith, he dismissed the encouragement to become a pastor until he realized the danger the whole world faces: without God’s grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus, we are all headed for God’s wrath.
Throughout the difficulties in Benson’s life, God has and continues to shape and mold him for leadership in the church. When Okello Benson was nine years old, his father divorced his mother and married another woman. His mother struggled to provide for him and his two younger siblings, and Benson wrestled with the physical and emotional effects of growing up without a father.
“I would watch some of my uncles take care of their children and I would yearn to have a person who would care for me like that, provide for me clothes to go to school, pay my school fees, give me food to eat, and correct we when I’m wrong. I didn’t have that,” Benson said.
By the time he was about 14 years old, the war in northern Uganda intensified. Joseph Kony and his rebel army ransacked villages, abducting and killing innocent people. By the grace of God, Benson and his siblings narrowly escaped the rebels when they came to their village.
Many people had gathered for a family burial. Benson and the other children were tired from helping the visitors and completing the tasks that needed to be done for the burial, so they decided to sleep in one of the huts that night instead of going out into the bush. Around 9:50 p.m., Benson’s mother found them, woke them up, and told them to go hide in the bush for the night, which is what they had to do since the rebels became a threat.
“We reached where we were sleeping, and after about 15 minutes, we saw back home they were lighting our huts on fire. The LRA had arrived just about 15 to 20 minutes after we left,” Benson said.
The LRA rebels burned their homes, stole their livestock, and abducted some of the people who had come for the burial, including Benson’s uncle. His uncle was held captive for about one month. He was bruised, beaten, and starved until he became too weak, and the rebels decided to let him go because he had become a burden to them. After being released, it took two weeks for his uncle to find his way home through the bush. Despite the odds, he survived and made it back to his family.
After the night the rebels attacked their home, Benson’s mother realized the only way to protect her children was to flee their home in Koro Lajwatek and seek refuge in the nearby city called Gulu. They stayed there for five years from 2000 to 2005. During those five years, Benson continued to go to school, but it was difficult to receive a good education. Few teachers would attend school because they also risked their lives. While walking to school in the mornings, Benson often passed people lying on the roadside who had been murdered by the rebels. Some of them were his relatives.
It wasn’t until Benson was about 19 years old that the threats from the rebels subsided and the LRA agreed to a temporary ceasefire with the Ugandan government. Kony and his forces left Uganda and migrated to the surrounding countries including South Sudan, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and the Central African Republic. Then the Ugandan government announced it was safe for families to return to their home villages, so Benson and his family returned to Koro Lajwatek.
Benson remembers giving his life to Jesus on a Sunday morning in 2008 after his pastor preached on Romans 3.
“He started from verse 9 all the way to verse 23, and the moment when he hit 23, ‘for all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God,’ that’s when I realized, ‘What? All people? Even the people that I think are good? Even my uncles that are providing for their children are sinful? Even the pastor is sinful? I am also a sinner,’” Benson said. “I decided that day that Christ should be my Lord and Savior. He went on to read John 3:16, ‘For God loved the world and he gave his only begotten son that whoever believes in him would not perish but have eternal life.’ I thought that is hope there. I decided to get up from my seat, and I went to the front, kneeled down, and said, ‘God I am here.’ It was a wonderful experience for me.”