How I Gave My Life to Christ

I have heard people talking about being born again for the first time in 1968, when I was in secondary school. I felt my case was different. "How could anyone be more born again than myself?" I thought. I was born in the church and started going to church from the beginning of my life. What then could being born again mean.

I remember throwing stones at one of my seniors that was trying to preach to me to give my life to Christ. But bless God for the loving and caring ministry of a missionary teacher, Miss Betty Lasher. On February 19, 1969, I gave my life to Christ and became a child of God!

At this time I was a victim of tuberculosis. One day September 1969, I woke up at night to discover that all the students had moved their beds away from my side in the dormitory. So, I went out and stood on a little rock behind the dormitory and cried to God, saying: "Jesus Christ, if it is true that You did all the miracles reported in Matthew, mark, Luke and John, heal me now or ..." And that was it! The horrible plague ended that night!

I attended my first Christian conference in March 1970, under the auspices of Fellowship of Christian Students (FCS). The theme of that conference was, "God is never Late" (2 Peter 3:9). it was a lesson indeed, which would be much needed in my life journey.

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