A T E S T I MO N Y O F T H E P O W E R O F G O D

The writer was born and bred in a Christian Fundamentalist and Evangelical Community that stress the fact of being saved and born again. However, I got into a certain problem which brought me into distress and seeing no hope, I made a decision to commit suicide. The decision was firmly resolved in my mind and I planned to travel to Lagos and drown myself in the sea behind the University of Lagos. That Sunday , I happen to coincidently read an advertisement of a noted Christian Doctor who is to give an interesting sermon in his church in Ile Ife, something propel me to go. On getting there, the first words coming from the pulpit from the person leading the prayer session was that the church should pray against the spirit of death. He further emphasized that we should declare that we are not going to die any death. I was taking aback, here am I, already preparing for suicide, how coincidently, that this person declare that I should pray against my Intention.

That night I was reading and meditating on the scriptures alone in the reading room of my hostel, lo and behold, there was a mighty torrent of water pore down from above on my head and back. Where is this water coming from? I grasp, trying to touch my head with my hand, I was amazed! My hand and my head is still on the reading table, Yet I have another hand touching my hair, a coiled type not like my usual coarse negroid hair. I could perceive creatures moving around me with incredible speed, my mind seem very clear and highly perceptive and yet, my personality remains the same. I try with all my might to try and discontinue the experience and be back in my body because I think those moving creatures could harm me ,but there is an Higher power controlling the process. I was returned to the physical dimension when this mysterious water stopped. Back to my body, the environment was as silent as the grave, whereas there was bustling of activities in that same room in the other dimension. Deep within me in my back I could feel coolness. I began to praise God and I went back to my room. The deepest part of my surprise came when I slept and I dreamt about Orthodox Judaism , a girl was giving a testimony about davening in Friday night in Synagogue .

Dr Theophilus Ayodele Dept of Medicine OAUTHC Ile Ife +2348032130355