Something strange happened during my first time (in a long while) at the Mosque. After the usual routine, everyone was left to say their prayers. I also readied myself to do same, only to have “Father in the name of Jesus…” proceed from my lips.
While in secondary school, I had a set of twins as very close friends with whom I spent most of my time with.
They were Christians, I was a Muslim, and although we did not share the same faith, my friends’ description of the estate of ‘Canaan Land’ (which was their Church’s campground) stirred up a desire in me to visit the site – which I did. I was amazed at the structures I saw. I’d never seen such in my entire life.
Although I kept desiring to visit the Campground with them after that, I reminded myself that I was a Muslim and shouldn’t be going to Church. At some point, however, that decision stopped holding much weight. I got to going with them again. I did all this while in Secondary School.
I graduated Secondary School in 2006 but due to my struggles with O-levels, I registered for NECO, GCE, and NECO-GCE exams, in hopes that I could get something out of them.
I had no serious issues writing these exams except on days when Mathematics was to be written. Something strange often happened. I’d have this severe stomach ache; so severe that I would have to go for treatment at the hospital. This happened on the days I wrote Maths for GCE, NECO, and NECO-GCE alike. I wrote NECO-GCE twice before I eventually got my O-levels and proceeded to the University.
During my first year at the University, I ceased attending programs in Church or at the Mosque. There was a Mosque in my hall of residence but I never attended. I preferred to spend the whole day attending tutorials instead.
I had a Muslim roommate then, Ridwan, who told me of how it was risky to live without any form of relationship with God. He encouraged me to attend prayers at the Mosque several times and I eventually agreed. I was still in my first year when I agreed to attend these meetings.
But something strange happened during my first time (in a long while) at the Mosque. After the usual routine, everyone was left to say their prayers. I also readied myself to do same, only to have “Father in the name of Jesus…” proceed from my lips. I was shocked! This was when I knew I had touched fire without even knowing it.
I realized I couldn’t help it, so I cautioned myself: I mean if I could no more pray my usual way, I’d at least keep my prayers low and prevent trouble which could arise if I was audible enough. I continued praying as I found I could. “Father, in the name of Jesus, I pray for my academics, this, that etc” until I left the place of worship.But something strange happened during my first time (in a long while) at the Mosque. After the usual routine, everyone was left to say their prayers. I also readied myself to do same, only to have “Father in the name of Jesus…” proceed from my lips.
As a Muslim, I kept going to the Mosque, but at some point, I heard something – which was how I referred to the Holy Spirit – tell me “but there is a place where prayers are offered this way. Why not go there and pray peacefully?”
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I Could feel the Holy Spirit Convicting me
I never saw myself as a Christian, so I struggled with this thought for a long while. But one night, this thing was too heavy on me – that was easily the Holy Spirit convicting me. I knew I couldn’t continue living this way. I eventually decided I’d go where I could pray satisfactorily and not feel out of place. This thing told me clearly what assembly to attend, and I located one and attended.
When I did, I just surrendered myself. “Lord, here I am,” I confessed when I got there. Then, I received Jesus into my life. This happened in 2011. I became born again PROPERLY, which was a lot different from the wonder of beholding buildings at camps.
Now I recognized my journey into Jesus to have been in stages because even after I received Him this once, I battled doubts – lots of which stemmed from the idea of miracles. Even after accepting Jesus and getting to practice the Christian faith, I still had great disbelief for miracles of healing and the likes until I experienced one myself – where my extreme stomach upset during Mathematics exams got healed.
This is only the first part of Azeez’s story. The second which describes how He came to believe in the realness of Jesus’ desire and ability to heal the sick will be shared on our Most Intimate Moments with Jesus on Friday.
– Ali Azeez Abiodun
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