I was born in a bible believing home and my family attended the Anglican church. I went to church as a routine but did not really pay attention to the teachings of the church.
I read bible stories and learnt just enough to pass my Christian Religious Education studies. My mother, a single parent, wasn't born again and having had me at a tender age, she was still attracted to the party life of young people.
At church, whenever I attended the children's church, I was often ridiculed by other children for not having nice clothes. I felt dejected and started developing low self image.
I stopped attending children's church and joined the main church where I basically did not pay attention to anything taught. When I was in 5th grade, my mother got born again and the transformation in her life was so immense that I wondered what had happened to her.
She stopped drinking and partying and developed a cool temper. I wanted to get whatever it is that she had.
However, I didn't know how. I started reading the bible and other Christian literature.
One day, while in 7th grade, I got a hold of an article that talked about a boy who had died and gone to hell. He narrated the horrors of hell and the story scared me so I told my mother that I wanted to be born again.
She led me to Christ and I started attending women's fellowship meetings with her. Most of the members of the fellowship were much older women and I felt odd amongst them.
In school, I was ashamed of telling anybody that I was born again because at that time, I feared being ridiculed if I didn't live a "perfect" Christian life. I thought people would start scrutinizing my words and action for an opportunity to condemn me.
I had no knowledge of this life that I had come into and therefore I wasn't confident sharing it. I enjoyed attending fellowship meetings in high school and later on, in college with my peers.
I desired to live a God fearing life and wanted to serve God sincerely from my heart. However, whenever I made a mistake, I felt miserable and thought that God was mad at me.
One day I met a Pastor from Christ Embassy , Pastor Paul Ejiofor, when I was doing my Masters at the University of Cincinnati in Ohio. We worked together in the same department therefore I spent alot of time with him.
During this time, he showed me truths in the bible that I never knew existed. I was fascinated by the new knowledge I was acquiring and I was always hungry for more.
He was patient with me and followed up on me and taught me on who a Christian is and the higher life that we had been called to live as Christians. He led me to Christ again by pointing out Romans 10:9, I never knew before how one got born again.
He filled me with the Holy Ghost and I started speaking in tongues. I started enjoying my life and where before I walked around sad because of the responsibilities I was bearing, joy filled my heart.
I started smiling more and developed a higher self esteem because I came to know who I am in Christ. My comittment to God and to the things of God skyrocketed from then on and my passion for the propagation of the gospel became unquenchable.
I love the song by Sinach that says " You called me by name, You gave me your Word, and it's burning inside of my heart, I’m ready to go, with faith in my heart, wherever you lead, I live for you Jesus" that's my life now. Thank you Pastor Chris for teaching us the Word of God and showing us how to live the Christian life effectively.
I love you very much Pastor Sir and will forever be grateful. Truly, my life has been given a meaning and I have a reason for living.
Thank you for this platform to share my testimony. .