2005, I was in the 7th grade in Zimbabwe. I remember watching ZBC (a Zimbabwean Local Tv Station) and seeing a preacher in a white suit come on and he was really smart and his words were different from all the other preachers on tv.
When the excerpt concluded, he came at the end of the program and prayed for the viewers. I was wowed.
For a long time after that I tried to find that man again but I could not because I did not know the times the show came on. Shortly after, I finished my primary school and went on to high school in 2006 at St David's Girls' High Bonda.
I met a young lady who wasn't even in my class but I was just drawn to her. Her name was Mercy.
She had these small booklets that she always used to carry around. So one day I decided to take a look.
As soon as I opened the pages, I saw that man in a white suit. I was so happy and that's then I asked her about more details on who this man was.
She told me his name was Pastor Chris Oyakhilome of Christ Embassy. I took the book and I remember reading a topic that said " Let Your Good Not Be Evil Spoken Of.
" I was so inspired by the Rhapsody Of Realities. In April of that same year, my brother and I went to visit our dad who was working in a different city.
He told us he had found a new church, Christ Embassy and on the following Saturday he took us to church for choir rehearsal. I was surprised that my dad was in the choir.
When we got there, the Pastor called for first timers in the rehearsal. I went to the front and immediately he led us to Christ, did infilling of the Holy Spirit and by the time I went back to my seat I was speaking in tongues.
Sunday we went for service and it was amazing . .
. just like the Man in a White suit.
When we got back to Mom, I told her "Mom, others are going to heaven while we are playing in this religious church". Boy, did I receive the shouting of my life.
Shortly after, I went back to school for the second term. I met Mercy again.
She had so much undertanding of God's word, I was amazed but now I had a bit understanding having been to Christ Embassy. August holiday came and we went home.
That term schools closed on a Wednesday. I got home and before even resting , my mother said get ready for church.
I was confused because at her church there was no Wednesday Service. As we were about to leave I noticed that she was wearing a trousers, I could not believe it but I decided not to ask.
When we got to the church, as we walked in I saw a banner with the Man in a White Suit. I had arrived! It was Christ Embassy Belvedere with Pastor Ruth Musarurwa.
While I was at school my dad had managed to convince mother to visit Christ Embassy. Our lies changed forever.
We became members of Christ Embassy from then on. Glory to God! .