Thursday, 6 July 2017

MUST READ: How I Lost My Beloved Girlfriend Through A Man Of God: The Type of Preacher I Want To Be!

IF THERE IS ANYONE I WANT TO SEE AGAIN, IT IS THAT YOUNG MAN OF GOD WHO MADE ME LOSE THE GIRLFRIEND I LOVED SO MUCH. 

She loved me to the point that she was ready to be disowned by her parents when they wanted her to marry a rich politician's son and she refused. The love was simply so much...She visited me for a weekend and I took her to a program in a church where I was invited. The two Guest Speakers for the 1st and 2nd days were wonderful.We laughed and shouted Fire and even sowed seeds of greatness. And I took my girlfriend back to my house. But the guest speaker that came on the last day was the one that caused the whole program to turn sour for me.

He did not wear any big shoe or expensive suit. His hair cut was even scattered. Unlike other guests, he did not have any escort or security. But I noticed that the moment he climbed the pulpit, the atmosphere changed. He started singing this song: "Something more than gold... Something more than silver. The Word of God in the heart of a believer, is something more than gold" And within 5 minutes, I began to see something like a mist, like a thick cloud inside that auditorium. It was as if, millions of voices were singing that song at the same time. It was not long before I began to hear cries of men and women, boys and girls...: and yet, he had not opened the Bible. 
How I Lost My Beloved Girlfriend Through A Man Of God: The Type of Preacher I Want To Be!
The church hall was tense. You would wonder if this was the same church we had been coming to for the past 2 days. "Lord, help me"... "Forgive me Jesus... " " Don't leave me this way" "Jesus, I need You back... " " Holy spirit, break me... And use me... " These and more were the deep cries I was hearing from people around where I was sitting. The choristers who were backing up the songs were slain. Some of them did not know when they began to shout, through the microphone:" Lord, show me your mercy... "Some were shouting:" I need your revival, Lord... Will you leave me this way"? I was afraid to open my eyes... The Glory inside that house was too much... When I managed to open my eyes, I didn't see anybody standing. I was the only one on my feet.


The pastor that hosted the program was on the floor, in front of the church, with his wife. The Assistant Pastors were with him in front of the church, crying. The Preacher was lying flat, crying on the altar. Nobody could know who was the Preacher and who was the speaker. When I went outside I saw her, lying on the floor, flat, crying. As I tried to pull her up, thinking that something might have hurt her... I saw her blouse soaked with tears. Her voice was already cracked. She had cried her heart out. I did not care to wait for the service to close. I managed to guide her back to my house and throughout that short journey, on the road, she was weeping like a child. When we got home and she managed to sleep, right from her sleep, at short intervals, she began to sob, crying out from sleep. And before long, the pillow was already soaked. The encounter she had in the church followed her home.

How can I forget? She told me: "Felix, when that young pastor was singing that song. My eyes were opened and I saw Jesus for the first time in my life. I saw the kind of splendor I cannot explain. I saw His wounds. I saw Him on the Cross. I saw Him calling me to surrender my life to Him.. Felix, something has happened to me. And I am no more that same person." The more I tried to cuddle her, the more she was running from my arms. She asked me: "Felix , did you not feel what I felt? Did you not see what I saw? What I saw is worth more than the whole world. I saw a crown that I cannot lose. Felix, I have to surrender to Jesus. I have to pack my things now." Before 30 minutes, she had picked her few things and about to go. As she was leaving, we were both in tears. She told me: "FELIX, I know I love you and you love me too.... But I have to let you go. At this moment, I have surrendered to Jesus. It will be better to lose you than to lose that Crown that I saw. " Tears had dried on our bodies and fresh ones were coming. I could not even stop her. The girl I knew before had changed. 

Her face was radiant. It dawned on me that that young man of God had made me lose the girlfriend I loved so much. And I was angry. As I rolled from one part of the bed to the other, alone, inside my room, from morning till night. I began to blame myself for taking her along to that program. Don't blame me. I was not born again then. Where else was I going to see another girl who would love me like her? I was furious. Yes, but deep down in my heart, I knew that she had met God. I knew that this was exactly how it used to be in 1980s and 90s.

On my own, I began to tell God: "If I will ever become a Preacher someday, this is the type I want to be. I will love people to come to my program and lose their girlfriends to God." And thank God, in the fullness of time, when it pleased Him to intercept me from a speedy journey to hell, I understood what happened those days to my ex girlfriend. Several times, I have seen that same thing she saw that made her lose me and not care about it. Friend, if you see what she saw, you will never be afraid to lose any man. Apostle Paul said that when he fell and stood up on his way to Damascus, 'I saw no man.' Friend listen to me: There is only one man you should see, Jesus Christ the Son of the living God. You would rather lose all and win Jesus. Why not receive Him NOW and be a true believer in God? Say: "Lord Jesus please come into my heart right now and be the Lord and Saviour of my life. I will worship you all the days of my life."

Start going to church earnestly and study the Word and pray. My prayer, as Apostle Sibiya, is that, "MAY GOD MAKE YOU TO BE LIKE THAT PREACHER IN HIS CHARACTER AND ANOINTING!" May He so bless you and make you a blessed, prosperous but fiery preacher of the gospel in Jesus name!!!

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