`The way I saw it, church was for straitlaced people who did the right thing, not for misfits like me, I was busy living life by my rules now, after years if striving and rejection. Even with all of my success and outward strength, still I walked around feeling unacceptable and undervalued. It was as if I was always the eight year old packing up his bags to be moved somewhere else. I had spent years hardening myself and I was determined to live without the approval of people – especially Christians`
In the 1970’s Hennie Keyter was an angry young man, fresh out of military service for the apartheid government of South Africa, unsure of his path in life and deeply uneasy about his faith. When God revealed to him that He had a purpose for him and a calling on his life, at first Hennie was not ready to hear it. When he finally accepted and understood his mission, a flame was lit in his heart that nothing could have extinguished.
But nothing could have prepared either for the extraordinary spiritual journey he was about to embark on which would take him wherever God wanted him to go: from Mozambique at the height of it’s civil war, where he was sentenced to death and faced a firing squad, from a less than welcoming beginning in Zanzibar to Lokichokio on the border between Kenya and Sudan (where on one trip he discovered that he had a price of US10 000 on his head).