I got born again on the 8th of October, 1998, this was my Aunt's birthday. It was a Thursday morning and as the custom was, herself and her husband attend service every Thursday before going to work (break fast service).
I "willingly" joined them, just to make my Aunt happy, being her birthday. I was present at the service, at the same time I was not,up till date if I'm asked what was preached that day, I would be short of words.
There was the demonstration of God's spirit; people went under the power as the Pastor walked through the aisle, people shouting and speaking in tongues. In my mind I just taught it was wonderful.
At the rounding up moments of the service, an altar call was made, I casually got up and step forward, all in the bid to make my Aunt happy cos she had been preaching to me at different intervals. I was led in the prayer of salvation, I was not touched, I was not moved, I did not feel anything but if anyone asked if I was born again, I would answer "yes".
I began reading the bible, learning songs of praise and I gradually became excited about the family evening devotion. It made no sense to me but from that day till date, I've stayed on that call.
My life has been from glory to glory, from success to success and from victory to victory. Now, I'm a Pastor and very relevant in the work of the ministry.