A Tribute from a Wife’s Heart,

To my Husband, JAMES KWASI ATTA AGBEBLEWU

Psalms 124:2-8 (NKJV) 

“If it had not been the Lord who was on our side, when men rose up against us, then they would have swallowed us alive. When their wrath was kindled against us; then the waters would have overwhelmed us. The stream would have gone over our soul; then the swollen waters would have gone over our soul.”

Blessed be the Lord, who has not given us as prey to their teeth. Our soul has escaped as a bird from the snare of the fowler; The snare is broken, and we have escaped. Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth.”

I title this tribute: WE ARE NEVER ALONE IN THE FIRE!

My husband, James, passed away just five days before our 55th wedding anniversary.

For almost fifty-five years, we walked through life together, side by side, step by step. We shared everything: joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, questions and faith. We truly lived as one.

James was a very simple man. We were content with the basics of life. There was no need for pomp or glamour. And over the years, I learned a quiet but powerful truth: ‘suffering is part of life’. It is not something we choose, but something we meet along the way.

The story of the three Hebrew boys in the fiery furnace has always spoken to me. In the fire, their eyes were not fixed on the flames, but on the Fourth Man whom King Nebuchadnezzar saw with them. They seemed to lose sight of the fire because they were focused on His presence.

In our marriage, we also saw a “Third Person” many times, whenever we felt thrown into the fire by life’s challenges. But just as in Daniel’s story, Jesus did not wait to be invited, He showed up Himself. Again and again, when the heat was on, He was there. Through it all, I have learned to focus more on Jesus Christ, rather than the pain. To praise God even in the fire. To direct my heart toward His purpose instead of complaining about the hardship.

I remember falling in love with James all over again in 1990 when he gave a powerful teaching on ‘Evidence That Demands a Verdict’ to the Bible Study and Prayer Fellowship at South La E.P. Church. That message really deepened our understanding of Christ and strengthened our faith.

At home, James was the principal of our never-ending Bible school. He was my English grammar examiner, my encyclopedia, my search engine for any Bible verse. He explained Scripture with depth and clarity. Even when I was away in the United States, if I needed a quotation or reference, I would simply call him and he would give me exactly what I needed.

Our daily one-hour Bible study with the whole household shaped my faith and strengthened me. It helped me make difficult decisions and stand firm in critical moments. There were seasons when James carried heavy responsibilities in church leadership and the way forward was not always clear. But even then, I could sense God guiding us. Looking back, I am convinced that the Lord ordered our steps, even when we could not see the path ahead.

James and I faced emotional struggles, both from within and from outside. But we held on to this: Jesus began this journey with us, He had stayed with us, and He would surely complete it with us.

Though we were different in many ways, when it came to evangelism and the work of God, we were united. Serving God’s kingdom together had a way of settling our differences and bringing us back to what truly mattered.

In his final years, when James grew weak and could no longer move freely, he allowed me to call him “Olu.” Olu, you endured with quiet courage. You stayed the course. You were ready to go home.

We miss you deeply. But we are comforted knowing that you are resting from your labours and enjoying the presence of the Lord. And by God’s grace, we will meet again.

Amen.

Tribute by Eyram Aku Gbadam (Daughter)

Papa, I had the rare and beautiful privilege of sharing the same birthday with you. From the day I was born, our lives were forever linked not just by blood, but by a date that made our bond even more special.

Every year, our birthday was not just a celebration of getting older, it was a celebration of us, you and me. Every year when June was closer, l would give you a call to remind you that our birthday was just around the corner; and you would always reply that I was your best birthday gift.

Papa, you were a man of integrity. You believed in doing the right things whether hard or unpopular. Your honesty and strong morals were clear in everything you did. You didn’t always express how you felt, you were a strong man who carried the fruit of long suffering and endurance. You were a man full of love compassion. You made sure everyone around you was okay. You never wanted recognition and always avoided needless attention.

Papa, even though you are no longer here physically, I carry you in my heart, in my character, and in every lesson you taught me. Our birthday will never feel the same again, but I will honour you every year I celebrate it, going forward.

Hede nyuie papa!

Mielɔ̃ wò, gake Yesu lɔ̃ wò wu.

Tribute by Karen Mawuse Torto – Daughter

“The righteous are taken away to be spared from the evil to come.” – Isaiah 57:1
 

Papa, you walked gently through this world, calm in spirit, disciplined in truth, tender in heart, unwavering in God. A lover of hymns, your soul always echoed heaven’s song. When duty carried you far from home most times, I later understood that, Like Paul, souls were your calling and God’s agenda was always greater.

At age 19 you insisted I get my driver’s licence. Then you trusted me to drive you and Mum to work at the Ministry of Agriculture and Global Evangelical Church head office, respectively. I also drove you occasionally to VEA meetings and sometimes to the village and fields of ministry.

I learned faith not by instruction but by walking beside you. Our home became a refuge, a well where many drank freely from your kindness and godliness. Even when love was betrayed, you never hardened up. You served on, quietly and faithfully. You sought no glory from men, only faithfulness before God. Truly, you were the hidden ground beneath the Church, serving in silence and giving in shadows. Great is your reward.

Our special family times were our 5 a.m. devotions, whether rain or shine, wide awake or with sleepy eyes. I also remember fondly, times when we went to sing together as a family at various occasions, one of which was at the Bible house. These experiences and others taught me to draw an itinerary with God for each day of my life.

As a passionate Agriculturist, your dream to have a big farm was realised, where we all worked on weekends and holidays and family became fellowship. You fathered us with example, not applause and nurtured us with discipline, not pampering.

Surprisingly you were hospitalised a week before Christmas. On Christmas morning, you gave us a glimmer of hope. You blessed every soul who entered your ward. On my arrival at your ward, you called my name and that was the first time after a long week of silence. My heart rejoiced.

That Sunday night of your departure, I waited to see you tomorrow, not knowing your tomorrow would become eternity. Surely, we shall meet again.

Papa Yakobo Atta Agbeblewu, Rest in Glory.

Tribute by Nii Obodai Torto (Son In-Law)

“They say some relationships don’t start well… but some of the strongest bonds are forged in patience, tested in understanding, and sealed in love.”

Our relationship did not start smoothly. You were cautious. You were concerned. You were opposed to my courting your daughter. You thought we were not doing things right as Christians.

And yet in that caution, I came to see your heart. I came to understand the depth of your love, the weight of your wisdom, the soul of a man devoted not only to his family, but to the service of the Lord.

You supported our marriage with prayers that lifted us in ways words cannot measure. You guided us through storms; spiritual storms, personal trials, and reminded us of the truth in
Proverbs 3:5-6:
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your path.”

When you returned from the United States, you insisted we remain under your roof. You asked only that we prepare the adjoining room for you. And in that closeness, a bond blossomed. A bond filled with laughter, with learning and with love.

Through you, I met friends who became mentors, allies and companions in faith, notably, Mr. Fiah, and esteemed members of the Volta Evangelistic Association. You opened doors not only in friendship, but in spiritual fellowship.

You took an interest in everything that touched my life; my work, my staff, my friends. You visited our block factory to check on progress when you had time. You knew each of my workers by name, shared words of encouragement, preached the Word of God to anyone who would listen. Your life was a living sermon. And everyone who met you, felt its power. You came to this side of Heaven on Sunday and exited on another Sunday. For me this is Divine!!!

Every December, you will remind us of the need to contribute our widows mite towards the building of a chapel in your hometown so your folks could have a place to worship. Your giving knew no bounds. Your ministry was your life and your life was ministry. Faith in action, service without show, love without measure.

I remember one night; while working late around past midnight, a sudden figure startled me, a grey-haired man was standing silently behind me. I was very terrified. And yet that was you. So gentle, so quiet that your presence was felt but your footsteps were unheard. That night, like countless others, you reminded me that true strength is gentle and true guidance is silent yet sure.

When we moved to our own home, you gave me your long gun and will from time to time, enquire if I occasionally give the warning shots as instructed. For me, this is a gift of trust, protection, and care. You would constantly ask about me, ensuring I made time to visit you. Even on your sickbed, your concern for me did not wane. I will never forget the moments we shared, driving you to your preaching appointments, ministering alongside you in songs as you preached. Those moments will remain etched in my heart forever.

On 18th December 2025, you were half-conscious, not well, and yet, when my name reached your ears, a smile lit your face. A smile you reserved for me alone.

And on the fateful day of your passing, we prayed at your bedside at 8 pm and left briefly. While we were close to home, the nurses called us back urgently.

You had exited this world, just minutes after we left, quietly, with dignity, as if to say, “I am ready, and I go in peace.”

Psalm 116:15 reminds us: “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.”

Indeed, your passing is precious. You were a man of faith, a guide, a shepherd, and a father. You devoted your life to ministry, evangelism, deliverance, and service, touching lives not only with words but with deeds, prayers and unwavering love. You were quiet, humble, and gentle, yet your impact was loud, enduring, and eternal.

Rest in peace, Papa. We are grateful for your life, your love, your wisdom, and your ministry. Isaiah 40:31 says: “But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint.”

You have soared, and through us, your faith, your love, and your dedication will walk on.

Thank you, Papa, for everything. We love you, we honour you, and we will carry you in our hearts forever. Rest well Papa, till we meet again in Heaven, where God is our light.

Tribute by Francesca Elorm Gbadam – Granddaughter

When I think of my grandpa, the first thing that comes to mind is his calmness and how chilled he always was. He had a peaceful presence. Grandpa used to take me to school and drive me around, and those are moments I’ll always treasure. He may not be here with us physically, but the calmness, love, and warmth he gave will always stay with me.

Rest in God’s Peace, Grandpa.

A TRIBUTE IN HONOUR OF MR. JAMES KWASI ATTA AGBEBLEWU

BY REV. PROF. FRANK FUGAR & REV. DR. JOSELINE FUGAR (MRS)

“And I heard a voice from heaven saying, ‘Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.’ ‘Blessed indeed,’ says the Spirit, ‘that they may rest from their labours, for their deeds follow them!'” (Revelation 14:13, YESV)

Our association with Mr. James Kwasi Agbeblewu began in the early 1970s, when we met as undergraduate students at the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST) in Kumasi. At the time, we were both active members of the Interhall Christian Fellowship and regularly attended its gatherings.

Brother James, as we affectionately called him, had enrolled at KNUST at a more mature age. Having spent several years in Christian ministry before entering the university, he brought with him a wealth of spiritual experience that naturally attracted many of us to him. He became a mentor to us. In recognition of his exemplary Christian character and leadership, he was elected President of the Independence Hall branch of the Interhall Christian Fellowship.

I vividly recall the days when he led us in what was popularly known as the “dawn broadcast” in the halls of residence. In the early hours of the morning, his voice would echo through the corridors from a handheld loudspeaker, calling students to turn away from sin and commit their lives to Christ. Often, after the broadcast, we would accompany him from room to room, preaching to fellow students and sharing the Word of God.

It was he who introduced some of us to the Volta Evangelistic Association (VEA), igniting our passion for its mission and inspiring us to become actively involved in its work.

After graduating from KNUST and moving into different professions, the VEA remained a vital platform for fellowship. Through it, we met regularly to pray, study the Word of God, and participate in evangelistic crusades in parts of Accra and across the Volta Region. Bro. James was a man of unquenchable zeal for preaching and teaching the Word of God. Nothing deterred him. He poured himself out completely for the sake of God’s Kingdom.

We both served for several years in various capacities within the Bible Study and Prayer Fellowship of the Evangelical Presbyterian Church. During that time, he became widely known for his deep passion for evangelism and his remarkable ability to expound the Scriptures with clarity and conviction. Brother James became a household name not only within the Bible Study and Prayer Fellowship but also within the Volta Evangelistic Association, where his ministry left a lasting and transformative impact.

It was therefore not surprising that when the Evangelical Presbyterian Church split in 1991, he was appointed Chairman of the Missions and Evangelism Committee of the faction known as the E.P. Church of Ghana, now called the Global Evangelical Church. In this role, he served alongside other passionate evangelists, including Dr. Nathan Sodzi, Dr. Victor Kpodo, Rev. Winfred Afenyo, Very Rev. Emmanuel Gbordzoe, Rev. Godwin. Agbevem, and Rev. Dr. Christian Gbekor.

A Man Sensitive to the Promptings of the Holy Spirit

One particular act of kindness for which we will remain eternally grateful is how God used Brother James to save us from what could have been great embarrassment on our wedding day, 17th December 1983.

Our wedding took place during one of the most difficult periods in Ghana’s history, following the return to power of Jerry John Rawlings through a military coup on 31st December 1981. The nation was gripped by severe economic hardship. Essential commodities were in short supply, and people queued endlessly for almost everything. In January 1983, over a million Ghanaians who had sought refuge in Nigeria were expelled and forced to return home, further deepening the economic crisis.

Fuel scarcity was especially acute. Long, winding queues at filling stations were the norm. On the morning of our wedding, we could not obtain fuel for the cars we intended to use. We searched tirelessly across Accra, particularly around Abeka, where I was living at the time, but without success.

Eventually, we heard that fuel might be available at some filling stations in Tema. Seth, my relative who was to drive my wife-to-be, decided to travel to Tema with one of the cars to try his luck. We waited anxiously, but he did not return. There were no mobile phones in those days, and we had no way of contacting him. As the minutes turned into hours, the situation grew increasingly tense and desperate.

With time slipping away and hope fading, I pleaded with a kind passerby to drive my bride-to-be, Joseline, to Ridge Church in Accra, where the wedding was to take place. He was not someone I knew, but in my desperation, I begged him for help. By the grace of God, he agreed. By then, we were already about an hour late. Only divine intervention can explain his willingness to assist us.

I remained behind, still hoping that Seth would return with fuel, but he never did. Meanwhile, the chapel was filled with friends and relatives, yet the bridegroom had not arrived. With no means of communication, confusion and anxiety spread, and many wondered what had happened.

Then, at the very moment when all seemed lost, Brother James appeared at my house in Abeka, driving his official Ministry of Agriculture vehicle. He had come to find out what had happened to me. Truly, he was God’s appointed messenger that day. His timely arrival rescued the situation. Without him, getting to our wedding would have been nearly impossible. What an embarrassment that would have been!

A Man of Depth, Integrity, and Humility

Although we had been associated with Bro. James for many years, it was during the Evangelical Presbyterian Church crisis that we truly came to understand the depth of his character, personality, and spirituality. As we stood side by side in both the spiritual and physical struggle to restore the integrity of the Church we loved, his strength became unmistakably clear.

He was a man of remarkable courage. He served as our leader and spokesman in every forum where the crisis was addressed, and in the courts, he stood as the first plaintiff. He confronted corrupt leadership head-on and led public demonstrations against unjust administration. He spoke boldly and without fear.

His commitment to truth and righteousness never wavered. He was unafraid to confront difficult realities and to stand for what was right, regardless of the cost.

When the struggle was finally over, and the Church of Christ was liberated, Bro. James chose to remain in the background. He did not crave honour or seek recognition. He remained humble, fully aware that the battle had never been about personal gain, but about the glory of God.

His life reminds us that one person, yielded to God and committed to truth, can become an instrument of lasting change. Integrity may be tested, but it will endure. Righteousness may be challenged, but it will prevail.

Though we mourn his passing, we celebrate a life well lived and a mission faithfully accomplished. The Church he loved, stands stronger because he stood firm. The freedom we now enjoy, bears witness to his sacrifice. His voice may be silent, but the values he championed, continue to speak.

May we honour him not only with words, but with lives that reflect the same courage, faith, and integrity. May we guard the truth as he did. May we defend righteousness as he did. May we serve Christ with the same unwavering devotion.

Rest well, dear brother and faithful soldier of Christ.

Tribute to Mr. James Kwasi Atta Agbeblewu
by Aaron Vuha

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; Ecclesiastics 3:1&2

I first met Mr. James Agbeblewu (Brother James) in the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST). We were both in Independence Hall, and he was the Hall President of the Inter-Hall Christian Fellowship at KNUST, while I was a member.
After University, we met at an Annual Convention organized by the Bible Study and Prayer Fellowship (BSPF) of the E. P. Church at Ho. He was one of the leaders of the Fellowship, and he asked me to lead a Bible Study Group at the convention.
We met again in Accra, at the Dansoman branch of the E. P. Church, Ghana, where he was a regular preacher, and his wife, Charity, was in charge of the Church’s Children Service.
I later worked briefly with him in the Volta Evangelistic Association (VEA), an evangelistic group he led, that sought to evangelize the Volta Region of Ghana.
I also met him at the Yahweh Chapel, the Lashibi Congregation of the Global Evangelical Church, where I worship. He was there with the VEA team to show some videos of the work of VEA. Then, although he was still looking energetic, his hair, which was quite bushy, was completely white.
The above are just a few descriptions to indicate that I had known Brother James for many years and associated with him under many circumstances, all in the service of the Lord. I had known him to be energetic and full of life and committed to serving God in all circumstances.
The last time I saw Bro. James was in the year 2024. It was a Saturday, April 20th at 1.00 pm., at the Auditorium of the Global Evangelical Church, South La, Accra, Ghana. The occasion was the Launch of “The Split”, a book written by Rev. Professor Frank Fugar.
In attendance were three of the “The Big Six”, the architects of the upheaval against Rev. Professor Noah Komla Dzobo, the then Moderator of the Evangelical Presbyterian Church, Ghana. I sobbed silently as I watched him come in. Bro. James was literally carried into the auditorium as he could hardly stand on his own feet, much less walk. He was a very pale shadow of himself. He looked frail and spent. He was clean-shaven, and I couldn’t tell whether his hair had all fallen off due to old age, or that it had been shaved off. He even looked smaller than I knew him to be.
The Book, “The Split” was meant to document the start of the upheavals and all the other happenings that eventually resulted in the split of the ‘Evangelical Presbyterian Church of Ghana’ from the ‘Evangelical Presbyterian Church, Ghana.” The ‘E P Church of Ghana’ was later compelled by the courts to adopt a new name, the ‘Global Evangelical Church’ (GEC).
Several prominent members of the Global Evangelical Church, two individuals who were among the five who teamed up with Bro. James to oppose Prof. Dzobo, and other guests had gathered at the auditorium, to witness the Book Launch. ‘The Split’ we were told was meant to tell their ‘Side of the Story’. According to them, all through the events that led to the split of the E P Church into two, everyone who reported the events always told the story from the side of the E. P. Church and always described those who opposed Prof. Dzobo as the ‘Bad Guys’. ‘The Split’ was to let the world know the story as told from the side of the ‘Bad Guys’.
I watched Bro James’ frail body in the auditorium, sitting delicately on his chair. Several times during his presentation, the author asked him to stand up to be applauded, and each time, with the help of those near him, he painfully rose to his feet to be celebrated. He was so celebrated because, at the time, Prof. Dzobo was messing up the Church, against all odds and not thinking of the dangers he might face. There were many others, including ‘The Clergy’, who knew that things were going wrong but felt too intimidated to act. It was Bro. James, who dared to rise and protest.
However, as I watched the goings on and listened to the narrations, one question kept popping up in my mind, “Was it worth it?”
As the author, Rev. Professor Fugar, narrated the events leading to the split, he told of how some of those who joined in opposing Prof. Dzobo, were assaulted; others were arrested and locked up in police cells for no apparent reason; many were tormented or harassed physically and emotionally; there was even an attempt to torch the house of one of them. Many others had had close-to-death experiences, all because of their desire to see that the right things were done in the E. P. Church, but “Was it all worth it?”

Bro. James, you put up a gallant fight, and you and your colleagues made many sacrifices. However, there are some questions I would have liked you to answer before leaving: Was it worth it? Is the GEC the New Testament Church you had in mind? Can you say that you achieved what you set out to do?
However, I, reframing what God said in Joshua 13:1, I would say, “You have played your part, but there remains yet very much land to be possessed”.
The New Testament Church that we all dreamt about, remains a mirage. As we bid farewell, we pray that those of us who are left behind, will pick up the mantle you have dropped (2 Kings 2:13) and continue the fight until the Lord calls us home as well.
Fare thee well, brother.
Rest in peace.

Tribute By the Bible Study and Prayer Group (BSPG),
Global Evangelical Church

“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this.” (John 11: 25-26)
Therefore, Mr. James Agbeblewu shall live again on account of his faith in Christ Jesus. We know James as a leader of the Volta Evangelistic Association, who preached the gospel in many parts of the Volta Region and beyond. This association became closely affiliated with the BSPG before the split in the EP Church, Ghana. This was because their objectives were closely aligned with that of the BSPG. Mr. Agbeblewu attended many annual conventions of the BSPG. He was often invited to speak at some of these conventions on evangelism and Christian character. The latest we remember was in 2004 when he was a speaker at the 25th anniversary convention of the BSPG in Ho.
James was a man who spoke with so much Christian conviction that his words were mostly uncoated truths. He was, therefore, liked by many who were ready to learn from him. He was also disliked by some other people who probably thought they ‘knew better than him’. Our brother has lived very honorably.
James Agbeblewu, may your soul rest in perfect peace. Hede nyuie.

TRIBUTE TO BROTHER JAMES KWASI ATTA AGBEBLEWU BY THE CONCERNED MEMBERS OF THE EVANGELICAL PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH (1988-2003)
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” (John 8:32, NIV)

“The truth shall make you free!” This was not merely our slogan — it was our conviction, our banner, and our marching order. This Scripture burned in our hearts like fire during those dark and uncertain days.
Today, we gather to salute and honour the life of our cherished brother, mentor, and leader of the Concerned Members’ Movement, which arose within the Evangelical Presbyterian Church in the late 1980s. Bro. James was a man of rare courage, unwavering faith, and profound spiritual conviction. Though only a lay member of the Church, his moral authority far exceeded any title. Influence does not come from position — it comes from character — and his character spoke loudly.
In the mid-1980s, the Evangelical Presbyterian Church in Ghana came under the leadership of an autocratic regime. Governance structures were ignored. Constitutional processes were bypassed. Those who dared to question were intimidated into silence. Gradually, cherished doctrines of the Reformed Presbyterian tradition were diluted, and practices shaped more by leaders’ personal theological ambition rather than biblical conviction began to take root. Many saw what was happening, but few dared to speak.
Bro. James refused to be quiet. Anchored in the words of our Lord in the Gospel of John 8:32 — “The truth shall make you free” — he led a movement that changed the course of the history of the Evangelical Presbyterian Church forever.
Under his steady leadership, what began as quiet conversations among concerned brothers and sisters in the Church became an organised action. The Revolutionary Guards — later renamed the Concerned Members – emerged. This was not a movement of rebellion, but a movement of restoration. We were determined to bring back accountability, remove division, bootlicking, sycophancy, and corruption and to restore integrity within the Church.
At the centre of that movement stood Bro. James — calm in crisis, thoughtful in strategy, fervent in prayer. He reminded us constantly that our fight was not against flesh and blood, but against injustice, impunity, corruption, and falsehood. Even when tensions rose, he counselled restraint. Even when provoked, he insisted on dignity.
The cost was high. He led public demonstrations and battled in courtrooms in Accra and Ho. As a result, he suffered isolation, misunderstanding and brought immense strain on his family. Yet he never allowed personal suffering to overshadow his commitment to Christ. For him, the truth of Christ was worth every sacrifice.
Beyond the Church walls, he also paid a price. After the historic public demonstration in Ho on Wednesday, 29th June 1988, efforts were made to undermine his professional life. Reports were sent to his superiors at the Ministry of Agriculture in an attempt to portray him as irresponsible and unlawful. But wisdom walked with him. He had secured official leave before participating. Integrity protected him where conspiracy sought to destroy him. Once again, truth prevailed.
What stands out most about Bro. James was not merely that he fought, but how he fought. He was bold, yet never reckless. Passionate, yet disciplined. Determined, yet humble. He was a man who prayed before he acted and reflected before he spoke. He believed that reform without righteousness would only produce another form of corruption.
Through years of persistence and faith, he remained steadfast until the Evangelical Presbyterian Church was freed from oppressive leadership. His life reminds us that genuine reform is not rebellion against God-ordained authority; it is resistance to the abuse of it. When authority loses its moral compass, God often raises ordinary people to restore it.
Today, we grieve — but not as those without hope. We celebrate a life well fought, a race well run, a faith well kept. His labour was not in vain. The freedoms we enjoy today bear the fingerprints of his sacrifice.
Rest well, faithful soldier of Christ.
You stood when others sat.
You spoke when others were silent.
You believed when others doubted.
Your fight strengthened us.
Your courage inspired us.
Your legacy lives on.

REST IN PERFECT PEACE.

TRIBUTE BY THE ELEKE-ABOAGYE FAMILY OF ASHALEY BOTWE

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me, the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing.”
(2 Timothy 4:7–8, NKJV)

Today, we gather to honour and lay to rest, a Soldier of Christ; an elder whose life reflected the life of Christ, and the example He calls us to live. Mr. James Agbeblewu, whom we affectionately called Daddy James in the Aboagye and allied families, has finished the race set before him and has been called to glory.
It all began in 2006, during a time of great health challenges for my wife, whom Daddy James affectionately called, Sister Mabel. On what seemed like an ordinary drizzling late afternoon at Lapaz bus stop, I drove past many people waiting for transport towards Madina. Somehow, the Holy Spirit prompted me to stop and give an ordinary-looking man a lift. He was then in his late 60s. That encounter was no accident; it was the Holy Spirit positioning him for God’s working in our lives. I often refer to that day as the day I met an angel, a helper, and a father of faith. From then on, Daddy James became our father, counsellor, prophet, prayer warrior, and confidant.
For several years, my wife battled health challenges without medical solution. But God used Daddy James as a prayer bank and spiritual father to Mabel and our family. Our home at Ashaley Botwe became his second home. He visited often, sometimes with prayer teams, and even when his car failed, he would take public transport just to be with us. He held all-night vigils alone in our living room, interceding for Mabel. Truly, he was a follower of Christ: kind, humble, selfless, peaceful, and unwavering in faith.
Mabel herself testified: “He was not only my prayer bank but also my number one support system. I had fears for the hospital environment, but with Daddy James by my side, I overcame that. He sacrificed everything to take me to the hospital, encouraged me, and asked the doctors all the necessary questions. His love and devotion knew no distance. Even when he travelled to the USA, he called regularly to check on us. He taught me Ewe worship songs and instilled in me a deep trust in God, despite all odds. He prayed with me morning and night, introduced me to prayer partners, and became a pillar of strength”.
Our mother, Mrs. Victoria Aboagye (now 90 years old), admired Papa’s humility and calmness, saying, he epitomized his name Agbeblewu, “cool life.” Our children saw him as a family member, and even believed he was their biological grandfather. When our daughter, who was less than one year when Daddy James entered our family, later discovered that he was not her biological grandfather, she asked her mother to take Grandpa James as her real father. Such was the depth of his love and presence in our lives.
Waanor also shared these reflections: “I remember how Daddy James would always talk to me about God and pray with us, guiding us with his faith and wisdom. He shared stories about the many countries he had travelled to, inspiring me to dream big and aspire to see the world as he did. When I think of him, only good memories come to mind. He was a very caring and loving grandpa. Though I struggle to believe he is no longer with us, I pray that his legacy continues to reign in our hearts and lives.”
Daddy James was a gifted counsellor, especially in Ewe, and we referred many family members to him for spiritual guidance. Daddy James used to say, “I’m not a prophet; I don’t see visions, but God speaks to my instinct.” He cared about our total wellbeing: our careers, children’s schooling, and peace of mind. During my PhD journey, he constantly checked on my progress, prayed with me, and encouraged me. He was among the few whose support I acknowledged in my thesis. One of his legacies lives on in Mabel, who now memorizes and quotes scripture, a habit cultivated through years of praying and Bible sharing with Papa Agbeblewu.
We will always remember Daddy James for his love for our family, his unwavering faith in the Lord, his devotion to God’s people and the things of God, and his beautiful smile that calmed storms. Indeed, we have lost a loving father.
Papa, Rest in perfect peace.
Papa, hede nyuie.

TRIBUTE BY THE GLOBAL EVANGELICAL CHURCH TO MR. JAMES KWASI ATTA
AGBEBLEWU
(HEAD OFFICE)

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”2 Timothy 4:7 (NIV)
Today, the Synod Committee Executives, the Synod Committee, and indeed the entire Global Evangelical Church, stand in reverence to honour the memory of a courageous soldier of Christ, a faithful servant, and a pillar of our Church, Mr. James Kwasi Atta Agbeblewu.
Our hearts are heavy with grief, yet they overflow with gratitude to the Almighty God for the life of a man: whose courage and unwavering faith, helped lay the very foundation of who we are today; whose firm convictions fortified that foundation; and whose sacrifice played a decisive role in the birth and growth of the Global Evangelical Church as we know it today.
In every generation, God raises men and women who refuse to be compromised – men and women who love the Church too deeply to remain silent when truth is threatened. Like Martin Luther in another era of ecclesiastical crisis, Mr. Agbeblewu stood firm at a critical moment in the late 1980s and early 1990s, when the Evangelical Presbyterian Church in Ghana was engulfed in an unprecedented turmoil.
Those were painful and turbulent days. There was moral decline, corruption, and favouritism within the household of faith. The Evangelical Presbyterian Church became politicised, and the voice of one authoritarian leader, overshadowed all others. The very constitution and structures meant to uphold order, accountability, and righteousness, were neglected. In January 1988, in blatant disregard for the Church’s constitution, the Pastors’ Union reelected this authoritarian leader, thereby endorsing and perpetuating illegality, impropriety, and impunity.
It was an era that echoed the words of the prophet in Isaiah 59:14–16 (NIV):
“So justice is driven back, and righteousness stands at a distance; truth has stumbled in the streets, honesty cannot enter. Truth is nowhere to be found, and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey. The Lord looked and was displeased that there was no justice. He saw that there was no one, he was appalled that there was no one to intervene…”
Indeed, in the E. P. Church at that time, truth had stumbled in the streets, justice stood at a distance, and those who refused to conform, became targets of injustice and ridicule.
Many saw what was happening but chose to be silent because it was safer. Some found their voice yet stopped short of decisive action. Mr. Agbeblewu, however, could not remain on the sidelines. He stepped forward, not out of pride, not driven by ambition, and not in a spirit of rebellion, but compelled by conscience and by a deep love for the Church of Christ.
With only a handful of concerned members, he chose the narrow and costly path of restoring accountability within the Church. When internal petitions were ignored, and public demonstrations proved futile, he took the painful yet principled step of seeking justice through the civil courts; not, as critics claimed, to shame the Church, but to safeguard its integrity and re-establish constitutional order and responsible leadership. That decision demanded sacrifice. It brought misunderstanding, isolation and criticism. It tested him emotionally and spiritually. Yet he did not retreat. He stood firm.
And because he stood, a new chapter was written, one that gave rise to what we now know as the Global Evangelical Church. What many called division, God sovereignly transformed and used for renewal. Today, we have a Church that is steadfast in our calling, passionately committed to spreading and proclaiming the truth of God’s Word to our generation.
When the Global Evangelical Church was finding its footing in those formative years, Mr. Agbeblewu was there to offer his expertise, wisdom and labour. He served diligently on key committees, including the Missions and Evangelism Committee and the committee that revised and established our 1995 Constitution.
Mr. Agbeblewu also served on the committee that, for the first time in 2012, compiled the history of the Global Evangelical Church. He believed that people without memory, risk losing their identity and repeating the mistakes of those who came before them.
He desired that future generations would understand the price that had been paid, the convictions that had been upheld, and the faith that had sustained us through the storm.
He was known for his passion for preaching and teaching the Word. At retreats and conventions of the Bible Study and Prayer Fellowship, Mr. Agbeblewu stood as a powerful lay preacher and teacher. He did not preach to impress; he preached to awaken. He called us back to evangelism. He called us back to holiness. He called us back to the Scriptures. Many seated here today can testify that their spiritual lives were rekindled under his exhortations. His voice carried conviction, but his life carried even greater authority, for he lived what he proclaimed.
And with all these accomplishments, he remained profoundly humble. He sought no titles. He claimed no personal glory. He did not parade his sacrifices. He understood that it was not for personal gain, but it was for the glory of God.
As we reflect on the words of Isaiah –“He saw that there was no one… no one to intervene” – we see how, in our generation, Mr. Agbeblewu made himself available to God to be that one. He stepped forward to stand when others stood aside. He stood for order. He stood for righteousness. He stood for accountability. He stood for the integrity of the Church of Christ.
Not perfectly, but faithfully. Faithful when it was costly. Faithful when it was lonely. Faithful, when silence would have been safer.
His earthly labour is now complete. His voice is silent. Yet his legacy continues to speak, resonating through the many lives he touched, echoing through our history, and living on in every corner of the Global Evangelical Church, that still stands on the foundations he helped to lay.
As we mourn, we do so with tears—but not without hope. For we believe that Mr. Agbeblewu has run his race. He has fought the good fight. He has finished the course. He has kept the faith (2 Timothy 4:7). And now, having laboured faithfully, we trust that he hears the words of his Master:
“Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!” (Matthew 25:21) Farewell, our father, brother and friend, Mr. James Kwasi Atta Agbeblewu.

Tribute to Mr. James Agbeblewu
From: Rev. S. Y. and Mrs. H. Y Kwami

I, Sammy, as Bro James affectionately called me, became born again at KNUST in 1968 and joined the IHCF (the Inter-Halls Christian Fellowship) where brethren such as Dr. N. D. Sodzi and Dr. Victor Kpodo (Lecturers), James Agbeblewu, Cephas Hodanu, Emmanuel Torku, Michael Dzogbefia, Edem Tetteh, sister Victoria Agbloryor (now Prof. Dzogbefia) and Selina Atiase, and other students, were members and attended Amakom E. P. Church on Sundays. I also joined them, but my mentor, Robert Mensah, introduced me to their Sunday outreach group which I became more committed to. After my graduation in 1973 and National Service duty, I worked at SCC (State Construction Corporation) and AESC (Architectural and Engineering Services Corporation) and became a member of VEA (Volta Evangelistic Association), Mamprobi Town Fellowship and Mamprobi E. P. Church, where Bro James was, and I would again join ranks to serve the Lord.

Meanwhile, Helen, who was an NTC (Nurses Training College) student at Korle-Bu and a member of Accra Chapel, got to know sister Charity Gbewonyo, and became close friends. After sister Charity’s marriage to Brother James Agbegblewu, they became family friends. Her first accommodation after graduation was the room adjacent to the Agbeblewus.

Before Helen and I got married, the Agbeblewus were our unofficial pre-marital counsellors and supported us in our wedding.

After our return from Nigeria, two of our little children had to live with them to attend JSS and Primary School at Pantang JSS, which was headed by Mr. Shelter Seanehia, now Rev. Shelter in the U. K. We have always been a close family.

I later became a minister of the E. P. Church of Ghana, and I was appointed Director of Missions and Evangelism and a member of Synod’s Mission and Evangelism Committee, chaired by Mr. James Agbeblewu. Mrs. Charity Agbeblewu was the able Secretary of the Committee who also did all my secretarial work for me when I was the National Programme Director of the Bible Study and Prayer Fellowship in 1992 – 93.

All who associated with and worked with Bro James, whom we affectionately called “Yakobo”, know that he was a down to earth, no-nonsense Christian “in whom there is no guile”. He was not the emotional type, yet his ‘yes is yes’ and his ‘no is no’. No doubt he became the leader of the Big Six during the E. P. Church split. Faithful servant of the Lord, we thank God for your life and know that you are resting peacefully in the bosom of the Lord.

He de nyuie.

Tribute by Rev. Tse Amable

Fifty years ago, on Friday, January 31, 1976, I gave my life to Jesus Christ as a first-year student at the then University of Science and Technology, Kumasi (UST). Through that decision, my walk with Jesus Christ began.

As a newly born baby in Christ, I knew that my growth would depend on fellowship with the brethren. I therefore joined the Inter Hall Christian Fellowship (I. H. C. F.) which is the UST branch of Ghana Fellowship of Evangelical Students, knowing fully well that pieces of burning charcoal die off when they are scattered but continue to burn and glow when they are kept together.

The I. H. C. F. held weekly fellowship meetings on Friday evenings. This was the main “CHRI-FE” meeting which brought together in fellowship all the born-again believers in all the halls of residence as well as lecturers and non-teaching staff who resided on the campus or nearby suburbs. This was the fellowship which nurtured me and prepared me to live the Christian life outside campus after my graduation. Very seasoned and anointed ministers were invited to speak to us on various topics.

One of the features of I. H. C. F. meetings was a music ministration by an all-male voices choir. This choir sang hymns and other spiritual songs without the accompaniment of an organ, piano, guitar or any other musical instruments. The leader of this group was Bro. James Agbeblewu.

I noticed that Bro. James was a mature student, far older than all of us. I perceived that this “ACAPPELLA” group was the initiative of our senior brother. He put the choir together and took time off his studies to teach them the hymns and songs which they ministered to the fellowship. This was a ministry which was well received.

Bro. James Agbeblewu was a gentleman by all standards. As a mature student, he had tasted life before coming to UST. He therefore had a lot of experience which he shared in a cool and reflective manner.

Our paths crossed again after we both completed our studies and found ourselves working in Accra. I decided to join Volta Evangelistic Association (VEA) because I had been involved with the group during my student days when I joined their activities in Anloga and along the Southern coast from Aflao to Anyanui, as part of my vacations. I therefore fellowshipped with VEA on Monday evenings in the premises of Bible Society, Accra. Bro. James was the leader of VEA and he inspired the group to undertake Evangelistic campaigns to the Ewe communities.
Bro. James Agbeblewu lived for Jesus Christ. His life was a life totally sold out to Jesus Christ and the spread of the gospel of salvation by faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ on the cross of Calvary.

My prayer is that the fire which the Lord had used Bro. James Agbeblewu and many other Ewes to start will not go off but will continue to be aglow, drawing many more of our own people to saving faith. May his call to glory ignite afresh the fire of soul winning in us, pushing us to go back to our own homes and to our own families and tell them how much the Lord has done for us, and how he has had mercy on us (Mark 5:19).
May the soul of Bro. James Agbeblewu rest in perfect peace with the Lord he loved and served until on the day of resurrection when we shall re-unite with him. Amen.

Tribute by Rev Prof Seth & Mrs. Lydia Gbewonyo
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me, the crown of righteousness which the Lord will give to me on that Day…”
(2 Timothy 4:7).
I first got to know the late James Agbeblewu, popularly called Bro James in the early 1980’s through the work of the Bible Study and Prayer Group (BSPG), though he had been married to my sister Charity, several years earlier. They were then leaving at Mamprobi. We bonded quite well right from then on. He was a true Christian in whom there was no guile. He preached the truth with so much passion, calling all to repent and live lives that are pleasing to God.
As Presbytery Rep, later the National Programme Director and then President of the BSPG, I was privileged to contact him and often request his participation in our activities: to preach or teach on topics with bearing on witnessing, discipleship, deliverance from demonic bondages and general Christian living. He would often share experiences they had in Volta Evangelistic Association that served as an eye opener to many, associated with life-changing experiences.
While my family and I were in the UK, on his way back to Ghana from a trip to the Philippines in 1991, he passed through Birmingham to pay us a visit. He joined us for my PhD graduation and a visit to Kew Gardens. The Agbeblewu family moved to Madina in early 1990’s. Being on Legon campus, our families got much closer and we interacted much better. Those memories are cherished. After the split in the E. P. Church, we all became pioneers in starting Adonai Chapel.
Although Bro James played a key role in the split, he never sought recognition or to be in the limelight. At Adonai Chapel, he preferred to quietly provide counsel regarding the direction of the church to leaders, behind the scenes. He declined when invited to serve in the Church Session, He considered his commitment to the work of Volta Evangelistic Association as more of a priority. Nevertheless, he provided support in leading small groups, including Home Cell and Bible Study Groups. He was also always available to preach and teach as well as provide counselling.
He loved music and formed a men’s choral singing group in Adonai Chapel. He taught songs and led the group to sing during church services. Though he had many gifts which he used for the edification of individuals and the church, Bro James remained humble.
Bro James’ energy and heart for God and burden for deliverance of those in spiritual bondage of any sort, knew no limit. Even at age over 65, he encountered a young man (later, realized he knew me) going through challenges. He devoted much time to praying with him and his family weekly with a team until their issue was resolved. Never thought this energy would wane, yet when it did, dynamism gave way to gradual incapacitation till his eventual call to be with the Lord.
Bro James, we realized God wanted you to come home. So, when the time came, it was no surprise. Rest well and enjoy everlasting peace till we meet. Farewell. Hede Nyuie.

TRIBUTE TO YAKOBO KWASI ATTA AGBEBLEWU

‘COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF OF GOD’S ARMY’ BY TOGBE GEBU-MENSAH

Yakobo, as I affectionately called you! I remember that early morning when you came to my house at Mamprobi- Banana Inn, Accra. I was in the bathroom, and my beloved wife, Rosemary Kwawukumey-Gebu Mensah, offered you a seat. You waited patiently until I finished. After we exchanged greetings, you gave the charge: “Togbe, let us arise and act before the whole Church drifts into idolatry through the teachings of “Meleagbe Theology”.

Obeying that call, you led us – Kofi Eworge Sika, Komi Woedem Adzraku and myself. We were all from the Mamprobi Bible Study and Prayer Group of the Evangelical Presbytetian Church, Ghana. We went to meet the late Lawyer Albert Fiadzigbey who explained to us that, because of the Constitutional right to freedom of worship, it would be difficult to succeed in court against the Meleagbe Theology.

However, we resolved to rely on the unauthorized amendment to the Church Constitution, which we had earlier discovered during Bible studies in Mamprobi. That action marked the birth of the Concerned Members, who spearheaded the spiritual and legal struggle within the E.P. Church, under your leadership, Atta Agbeblewu.

Later, at Trinity Theological Seminary, after a meeting held at the residence of the late Rev. Dr. Livingstone Buamah, you led us to meet the Moderator, Rev. Prof. N.K. Dzobo. After listening to our mission, Rev. Dzobo flared up when you finished speaking, and said: “You small boys cannot tell me what to do!” Indeed, you were a commander with vision, courage and conviction. You boldly replied: Prof., “ma do aƒe gbe na wó, ne mekpɔ nyuie o la, nya adze ðe abame”. (Professor, let’s speak our local language; if you do not take care, this matter will escalate”).

Later, at the Annie Jiagge Committee, also looking to solve the issue, the Committee Vice-Chair also spoke, saying: “We ordinary people cannot disgrace the Professor. She added in Ewe: “Mietsɔ ametsitsi ŋku kpɔ goloa me” (Though the case is clear, we cannot challenge elders in public, so we overlooked the truth). You responded firmly and courageously: “Nya gble ðe dzi azɔ, mia yi ŋgɔ, megbe ma kpɔ tɔe”. (“The matter is serious, if necessary, we will proceed further and seek redress “). The tension in the room was palpable, and we left without resolution.

It was from there that you led us to the High Court in Ho. At the court, you were sometimes represented by your beloved wife, Charity Gbewonyo-Agbeblewu. The Presiding Judge, Justice Acquah remarked: “The plaintiff had great knowledge about the Church and its Constitution”. That statement left the entire courtroom impressed. Yes, your love for God and His Church consumed you. I can still hear your encouraging words: “Togbe, fear not. If we die, we will go to heaven.” Your leadership, zeal, and tenacity, brought victory in the case. And today, we have the Global Evangelical Church as a distinct body from the Evangelical Presbyterian Church, Ghana.

My journey with you remains fresh in my memory. Nothing can erase it. You always reminded us of James 1:12 “Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial. Because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life, that the Lord has promised to those who love Him”. I salute you Yakobo, for the many years you led VEA to victory.

I remember Yakobo Kwasi Atta Agbeblewu, not with sorrow, but with a heart full of gratitude to God. For Atta, you were a gallant and faithful commander in His army. Now your labour is over, and you have gone home to receive your well-deserved eternal rest.

Togbe Gebu-Mensah and his household say: ‘Rest well’. Bye for now.

TRIBUTE TO MR. JAMES AGBEBLEWU

By the 1977 Graduating Class of the Faculty of Agriculture

University of Science and Technology, Kumasi

Our association with Mr. James Agbeblewu, whom many of us affectionately called simply “James,” dates back to September 1974 when he joined the BSc. Agriculture class at the University of Science and Technology (UST), Kumasi during our second year of studies, on account of having obtained a distinction in the Diploma Course, a prerequisite to join the second-year stream of the degree program. Unlike many of us who had entered the program directly from secondary school, James joined as a mature student. He had already completed a two‑year Diploma in Tropical Horticulture and had spent several years working in Government service. Because of this background, he came into the class with a wealth of practical experience that quickly became a valuable resource to all of us.

James resided at Independence Hall during his time at the University. From the very beginning, he distinguished himself not only by his maturity but also by the calm and thoughtful manner in which he carried himself. In classroom discussions and practical sessions, he often shared insights drawn from his field experience. These contributions enriched our understanding of agriculture and helped many of us appreciate the practical application of what we were learning. His willingness to share knowledge freely demonstrated both his humility and his commitment to collective learning.

Beyond his academic contributions, James was widely admired for his character. Many classmates remember him as a deeply gentle and respectful person. He was a committed Christian and a true gentleman in every sense of the word—well groomed, calm, and considerate in his dealings with others. Those who knew him closely recall that they never saw him raise his voice, frown in anger, or engage in unnecessary exchanges. He was quiet, composed, and consistently kind. His demeanor earned him the respect and affection of his classmates and those who interacted with him.

James successfully completed the BSc. Agriculture degree with our class in 1977 and returned to Government service, where he continued contributing to agricultural development. His sense of responsibility and dedication to service were evident in the way he approached his work and relationships with colleagues. He remained the same humble and thoughtful person we had come to know during our university days.

Some of us remember personal moments that reflected his warm spirit. One such memory comes from our classmate Kwaku Agyemang, who visited James at his office at the Ministry of Agriculture in September 1978 to say goodbye before leaving for further studies in the United States. During that visit, James offered kind words of encouragement and prayed with him before his departure. This small but meaningful act captured the essence of who James was—a man of faith, compassion, and genuine concern for others.

Even many years after graduation, James maintained the bonds of friendship formed during our university days. In the last two or three years before his passing, our classmate Kojo Montford visited him at his residence in Madina in Accra. Although his health was not at its best, James remained thoughtful and caring, always asking about his classmates and sending greetings to them. Such gestures reflected the enduring spirit of friendship that he carried throughout his life.

Today, as we reflect on the life of our colleague and friend, we remember a man whose quiet presence left a lasting impact on those around him. James Agbeblewu exemplified humility, faith, kindness, and service. His life reminds us that true greatness is often expressed not in loud declarations, but in consistent acts of goodness, integrity, and care for others.

We will greatly miss him. Yet we remain grateful to God for the privilege of having known and shared part of our journey with him. On behalf of the 1977 graduating class of the Faculty of Agriculture, we thank God for the life of Mr. James Agbeblewu and the example he set for us all.

Our heartfelt condolences to the bereaved family.

May his gentle soul rest in perfect peace.

TRIBUTE BY THE GLOBAL EVANGELICAL CHURCH (HOUSE OF GLORY, SOVIE)
In Memory of the Late Mr. James Atta Kwasi Agbeblewu
“Ne mia dɔwɔɣi nu tso,
Ye Míele dzudzɔ nyui dim;
Ne dziƒo ko le mía ŋgɔ,
“Ye Míele mɔ kpɔkpɔ dzi,
Be mía ŋkɔwo l’afima
Le Yesu ƒe ʋu la ta,
“Kem gblɔ be: va, mɔzɔla,
Makplɔwo, naɖo aƒe!
— G.E.C. Hymn 165 stanza 3.
Mr. Agbeblewu as we affectionately called him, was more than what words could capture.
He was exceptionally instrumental in the building of the Sovie Chapel. During his years of active employment, he consistently and faithfully sent his contributions every Easter to support the chapel project. Even in retirement, his commitment never wavered—he made sure to send support whenever he had gathered enough. His dedication was steadfast and inspiring.
He served diligently as a liaison between the home church and members residing outside Sovie, tirelessly mobilizing them to contribute towards the chapel project. At times, he went beyond his immediate circle, raising funds even from non-Sovie citizens in support of the project. His passion for God’s house knew no boundaries.
Mr. Agbeblewu was deeply committed to the spiritual growth of the church. He often visited with members of the Volta Evangelistic Association (VEA) and other Christian friends to organize teaching sessions, crusades, and revival programs for the Sovie congregation. These efforts strengthened the faith of many and rekindled hope in countless hearts.
Beyond spiritual matters, he also demonstrated genuine concern for the physical well-being of the people. He mobilized used clothing and other items for distribution to members in need. He even supported some individuals by paying their tuition fees, giving them opportunities for a brighter future. His life was a true demonstration of practical Christian love and compassion.
Although the chapel is not yet fully completed, it stands as a lasting testimony to his vision, sacrifice, and foresight. Indeed, his legacy lives on – both in the structure itself and in the hearts of the people he served so faithfully.
Mr. Agbeblewu, we are separated from you now, but we firmly have a blessed hope that we shall meet again when the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, returns to take His own to be with Him forever.
Rest well, Gallant Soldier.
Rest well, Worthy Ambassador.