The Story of Amsula*, the Man of God from Sudan (Part 4)
*Pseudonym due to the sensivity of his situation.
Amsula’s tribal roots stretch back to the Cushite kings who
became the “black pharaohs” of Egypt’s 25th dynasty.
armies attempted to rescue King Hezekiah of Judah from the jaws of Assyria.
Even farther back, Cush, the patriarch and namesake of the tribe, is noted in
Genesis for fathering Nimrod who is described as “a mighty hunter before the Lord.” So great was he that “therefore,”
we are told, “it is said, ‘Like Nimrod a mighty hunter before the Lord’” (10:9).
The prophets make mention of Cush, though not often in
positive ways. Several utterances stand out, though, in light of Amsula and
Zechariah’s first word to Cush is, “You Cushites, too, will be slain by my sword” (2:12). But his next and
final word is decidedly different. In the aftermath of world judgment, the Lord says,
will purify the lips of the peoples, that all of them may call on the name of
the Lord and serve him shoulder to
shoulder. From beyond the rivers of Cush
my worshipers, my scattered people, will bring me offerings” (3:9–10).
Moreover, in Psalm 68 David ends by meditating on the coming
salvation of the world and the praise of God. He says,
will come from Egypt; Cush will
submit herself to God. Sing to God, you kingdoms of the earth,
sing praise to the Lord, to him who rides across the highest heavens, the
ancient heavens, who thunders with mighty voice.” (vv. 31–33)
Amsula stands in the line of “the mighty hunter,” the nation
which has been “slain by the sword,” and whose people are now submitting
themselves to God. He is the fulfillment of prophecy, and a man whose prayers
are daily fulfilled. It is an odd thing to look at a man and realize that he is
a living piece of the history you have only read about in books.
I am the middle-class American who came to teach; he is the
refugee whose outstretched hand is filled by Yhwh of hosts. I get the
seat of honor; he gets the brunt of ancient feuds. I burn with lack, and find
comfort in hearty food and drink; he burns with wounds, and finds comfort in
the loving arms of Jesus Christ. No doubt we will find ourselves in different roles
As the sky faded gently over Athens that evening, the
flickering office lights in the room hardly seemed like they could properly
illuminate the face of Amsula.
Robert. “The Black Pharaohs.” National Geographic,