I have heard many inspiring salvation stories, many people that found the light after years of wandering in the darkness or who were miraculously rescued from the power of satan and came to receive the gospel with joy and passion. While mine may not particularly match the dramatic fashion of these testimonies, it is by no means no less important or miraculous.
Every testimony, every salvation is important - it is the receiving of a precious gift; a gift that keeps giving for eternity, ‘like-precious faith’, the apostle Peter called it. I will say I walked into salvation.
That is the best way I can express my salvation testimony. Like someone set on a journey with one main visible path, I had no other alternative.
I was born into a Christian family, with established Christian beliefs, doctrines and traditions taught and enforced lovingly by my devoted Christian parents. My father was a deacon in the baptist church several years before I was born and had held leadership roles in Christian groups like the Scripture Union and Full Gospel Business Men’s Fellowship.
He is still a deacon, serving faithfully. He met my mother in the choir of the First Baptist Church Idikan, Ibadan, where after singing so many harmonious hymns and melodies together, they decided to make more melodies to the Lord in the ministry of marriage.
My mother, too, was a leader in the Baptist church at church, association, conference and convention levels. For a long time, she was president of the Women’s Missionary Union (WMU) in two churches we served at, and was a main member of every executive council in the churches we belonged to.
We were not just religious church-goers, my parents believed strongly in their faith. We held morning devotions at 6.
00 am and 8. 30 pm, in Yoruba or English, everyday.
We, the children, took turns at leading the devotion everyday - reading from the yearly Baptist devotional guides in the morning and the Scripture Union devotionals in the evening. Then we read a chapter each from Psalms and Proverbs and everyone recited a memory verse and someone prayed.
Sometimes, we sang a hymn from the Yoruba Baptist Hymnal, sometimes, Daddy gave an additional homily on the subject to reassure us in our faith. This was the environment I was born into.
It was expected that I would tow the line of the Christian faith. And I did.
I was eight years old when I got born again. Like Samuel who had been serving in the house of the priest, it was the day as a child I can say I heard God calling me.
It was during the customary altar call after the message on a Sunday service at our church - Victory Baptist Church, Rumuomasi Port Harcourt, I suddenly felt a nudge, a call to heed the reverend’s invitation. “Is there anyone who wants to give his or her life to the Lord Jesus Christ? Please raise up your hand.
” the reverend said. “I can see a hand there, God bless you, God bless you…” I raised up my hand, too, and started towards the pupilt.
There were three of us on that day who answered the altar call. I was the only child among them.
I don’t remember what the message was on that day, I don’t think I listened at all. I was most likely ruffling through the hymnal or reading stories in my Bible.
I wasn’t even supposed to be there; I should have been in the children’s church. But when the late Reverend O.
C. Frank made the altar call, I heard the voice of God and I answered.
I got baptized ten years later - October 22, 2002 - at the same Victory Baptist Church, Port Harcourt, by the dear Reverend Mike Fatumo, a pastor who loved the Lord and cared very much about our faith those days. Over the next twelve years, I would answer many more altar calls, because I was not too sure if I was pleasing the Lord with my life, if my actions had not cost me my faith.
But in all those years, I never doubted the gospel, I never doubted the Lord Jesus Christ as the only name through which salvation comes. I was only concerned that I was not doing enough to please Him.
A reached a major milestone in my life, just after Secondary School. I attended the annual Rivers State Baptist Students’ (BSF) conference at Federal Government College Port Harcourt.
The theme of the conference was “Alone With God” - drawn from stories of Daniel and David and several prophets and apostles whose time with God made the difference in their lives. The blessing and anointing of that conference was so profuse and profound that I made a strong resolve in my heart to get more committed to God.
A commitment I kept when I started University. I was reading books on faith and confession, the Holy Spirit and healing and prosperity; subjects that were not well-taught in the Baptist church, in fact we used to argue a lot about it during Sunday School and bible study.
I began to discover a whole different world of Christianity in the books of the Late Reverend Kenneth Hagin, Charles Capps and messages of Pastor Creflo Dollar I watched on TBN. It occurred to me that in my twelve years of being a Christian, there was so much I did not know.
I began to study the Bible more, I needed to learn more… and in that mood of hunger and thirst, a classmate invited me to the Believers’ LoveWorld fellowship in my school, second semester, 100 level at the University of Agriculture, Abeokuta. This time, I remember the date - February 1, 2004.
It was an interesting service, and very strange. Not at all like the sombre, ordered services I was used to in the Baptist church.
I didn’t go for another two services. Then on the fourth sunday, February 24, when I had decided I wasn’t going to any church at all on that day, I felt a nudge to go to BLW again.
Just like I felt that day twelve years ago in Port Harcourt when I got born again. I went there again, and this time, I heard Pastor Roland preaching on faith, it sounded like some of the things I had been reading recently, but much more, there was a potency to it.
It gave me faith, it gave me strength. In that service, questions I had been asking all my life were suddenly answered.
I decided to stay. In a few days, I began to speak in tongues, and few weeks later, I started preaching the same gospel I had received to others.
I had loved and listened to Pastor Chris for many years and even planned to visit his church one day, but did not expect to become a member and part of his ministry. It was not just a blessing, it was the day I stepped into God’s purpose for my life.
It’s been thirteen years since then and I daresay it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was handed a legacy of the Christian faith by my parents, raised in the Baptist church, but I became a man in Christ Embassy - there I discovered the love of God, Iearnt to use the word of God, grew my faith, knew the Holy Spirit.
Christianity is my personal possession now, it is something I have proved for myself, it is something I know to be true. It is, as my man of God says “the divine, pulsating life of God at work in me.
This is my salvation story. .