"Many will be dead the next time I visit," John Siam lamented. "My burden for them is so great, I pray for them with tears. Prisoners are open and hungry to hear Jesus' words of life, but if I cannot at least bring them a Bible, what good am I in this world?"

Not one, or two, but seven. That’s how many bullets ripped through Jonathon Fana’s body as he ran from island police. I listened to Jonathon's story in astonishment as he showed me the bullet holes and the long, jagged scars on his neck and abdomen. How could he have survived such injuries? Yet there he stood in front of me, very much alive. I would soon learn from Jonathon that those seven bullets, far from ending his life, actually played a part in giving him a brand new life.