Months of tests and no answers. Our cell prayed over me on a Wednesday; by the next scan it had cleared. I serve a God who heals.

I came here broken after losing my mother. The Care team prayed with me for weeks. There is a peace now I cannot explain.

Two years without work. My cell helped me start a small vending business — last month I hired my first helper.

A neighbour invited me to a Sunday service. I came to argue. I left having given my life to Christ.