"i used to sit at the back of church and listened to services. if the pastor was lousy, i would exit and have a bowl of nice indon mee. i was never a true christian.
one time a pastor came to service and suddenly walked all the way back and prayed for me. he said follow me and preach. at that time i was shocked and thought no, i made a secret promise that i shall be a rich businessman before i turn 40. i was a owner of a pharmacy shop then.
one day, i took my brother and my friend out for a ride in my mini cooper car, that mr bean one. i had just changed my gear box to a racing kind. so one of the technician sat beside me while my brother sat behind. because the road was very wide and straight, i sped. just then i was trying to listen to the gear box and see whether it's working fine and was not fully concentrating on the road, and there was this boy who was dashing across the road in front of me, chasing a kite. i could not brake in time. my speed was about 80km/h at that time.
we hit the boy. he was flung to my windscreen. my windscreen was plastic at that time, coz it's made like a racing car so it didnt break. instead the boy bounced off and the car ran over him. you may find it funny, but it wasnt at that time.
i made a u-turn and went to the boy, who was bleeding heavily. there were blood coming out of his ears, eye sockets, nose, and a huge scratch over his abdomen. that time, the villagers all came out to see what was happening, and found that i was the culprit who hit the boy and were armed to kill me for taking his life.
then i shouted Jesus! and then by the grace of God, they were taken aback and did not hit me, instead listened to me as i pleaded with them to take the boy to the hospital. so i carried the boy, bleeding profusely and all and laid him in my car. there were 2 villagers who were holding on to the top of my car, for fear that i would run away unscathed.
at the hospital, the doctors shook their heads at me, and told me that the boy was a gone case. there was no hope for me anymore. then, i really prayed. i prayed seriously, for the first time ever in my life. i prayed to God that he will be ok. i prayed for almost 6 hours straight. i was so afraid. if the boy doesnt survive, i would surely be killed by those angry villagers.
i waited around the hospital and hope was so dim. the doctors told me, run, run far away from here, if not you will die. i was so scared, i went to the church and hide. there i prayed til 4am in the morning. i told God, if you were to make the boy well, i will give up everything to serve you.
the next day, the policemen came to the church to take my statement. i started to confess and was in such a state of despair, the policemen was astounded. then the policemen said they just came from the hospital where they saw the boy conscious and sitting upright.
i rushed to the hospital and couldnt believe my eyes. the boy was indeed sitting upright. also the boy said that it was his own fault for running across the road like that to retrieve his kite. praise the Lord!
so i began to serve the Lord. my wife stood by me and supported me. i started out by giving my testimony wherever i can preached. at that time i was untrained and did not go to bible school, nobody invited me to their church to preach. it was always the same testimony and the same story, but i quoted different bible verses, to make my preaching different.
i travelled to every town to speak. i gave up my job at the pharmacy. my 9 cars dwindled to 1 car, then changed to a motorbike, and at last to a bicycle. i carried the bicycle on my back whenever it was raining. it was a trying period. i sold everything i had, even my wife's jewelry.
i went to the prisons to preach. at the time, in 1965, it was a communist era. most of the prisoners were active communist members. about 300 thousand communists were killed at that time. it was very bad. i preached about my testimony and got most people saved. those people were disheartened because they think they would die but my testimony gave them hope. so they began praying that they would survive.
usually when the guards release prisoners, it was to be able to kill them. as they walk alone back to the villages, there would be people hiding secretly to shoot them down. now, there were people who were released out of jail, but they were not killed even though it was so likely that they would. praise the Lord!
the prisoners all went back to their towns, and set up churches where they live! well, then my wife became pregnant. it was 1971. we were so poor, my wife even had to borrow money from our maid. at that time, i was fasting, not because i wanted to, but it was because i had no money to not fast!
i worked hard. during day i was pastor, and at night i was a taxi driver. it was tiring. during that time, i did not have a real relationship with God. sure, i preach my testimony of Him wherever i go, but i did not know God apart from there. i prayed and one day God came to me and asked, where is my address? and i answered, well, you're up there, on the right hand of God the Father. then God replied my child, no, my address is not up there, not on the right hand of God. i am in you, i reside in the address of your heart. i was so moved, i remembered i shook badly. i began to speak in tongues for the first in my life.
soon it was time for my wife to go into labour. we were so poor we could not visit the hospital but went to meet the village nurse to help us deliver the child. the baby was positioned in the womb such that it was upside down, whereby the legs would come out first and my wife should have undergone caesarean, but we were too poor to take that method. so the village nurse tugged the legs of the baby, but as the baby was delivered this way instead of the usual heads-out-first, complications arised and the baby was unable to breathe enough oxygen.
my firstborn son was born disabled with the body joints twisted in a weird manner from the lack of oxygen and was unable to move. this continued until when the baby was 5 years old when i received a revelation in the bible, that if the blind woman could see again , and the man crippled from birth again, why not my son!
soon i began coaching him. for 1 whole week i prayed and prayed and could not see any apparent effects at all. however after 1 month, my son began to crawl, soon walk and then run! besides all these, i realised, i have not prayed for my son to be able to talk! all walk but no talk!!
so, i prayed in tongues and soon, my son began to speak! and since i was always speaking in tongues around him, his first words were of tongues.
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wonderful testimony isnt it! i wouldnt want to be placed under such circumstances like him.. God works such great miracles!
ANYWAY!
on the train home, debbie noticed a guy whom was staring at us, and our chests, at us. i took a photo and managed to catch him interested and staring into the camera! -_- smiling somemore..
debbie is very funny and now i know something damm interesting (in a not so positive way) about her that she'll kill me to blog about it. ahahha you should see how she glared at the guy.what's going to happen on 31st August:
your alarm clock is ringing..it's kinda time to wake up and really start Living Out Life, isnt it?
L.O.L
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