I believe in the Ministry of the angels! But I didn't know it would happen to ordinary person like me.
I give God all the glory today that I am able to write my experience for men to read as testimony to the faithfulness of the God I serve.
In 2010, I lost my job in the capital city of Abuja-Nigeria, having just been posted from Lagos. I just got married and unfortunately, things started getting so bad. I had served God with all my ability, preaching the gospel everywhere.
When I lost my job, a lot of my friends told me that it was a sign that God was calling me into ministry! I didn't have any conviction that I was to open a church or become a full time pastor. I knew within me that my ministry was in the market place.
I now took a casual job at a Car Hire Service at Hilton hotels.
One day, while I was on a 3days fast, I was instructed by my manager to take some customers to one of the states in the Niger-delta in Nigeria.
Two of us the chauffeurs were appointed for this assignment. The other colleague was younger than me, and I had just led him to Christ. When we got to the hotel about 0530, a man came out to inspect us; he walked around us as if inspecting some goats for sacrifice!
I was so troubled that previous night and couldn't sleep! I had prayed through the night and I sensed danger in the journey but I needed the money because my wife and a new baby were in Lagos helpless. So I told my cousin whom I was squatting with that the journey was going to be tough but that the Lord will bring me back home. It was also the 3rd day of my fast.
When I was selected for the journey, three men entered the car and a boy I knew very well at the hotel also entered with me at the front seat. We took off from Abuja at about 0600hrs.
We had a smooth journey and we got to our destination at about 1500hrs. We got to a building in the city which was like an occult temple! While we were in the car, the main man kept calling somebody 'lord' and giving him report of our journey.
When we got there, he told me to wait, I thought he wanted to show appreciation, so I sat down as he entered the inner room. I waited and he didn't come out for over an hour! I stood up to go and he came out and told his escort to go back with me. Well, we started moving, I intended to stop by on the way at least to break my fast.
As we kept moving, I bought fuel in a container because there was scarcity and since I didn't want to be stranded at night I had to get reserve fuel.
As I got to a place called Okigwe, suddenly, the express road turned to a forest in my eyes! I couldn't dodge the trees and the car started flipping over! That was all I could remember.
I woke up in a very local dispensary in a village on a bed, and I saw a young fair beautiful lady (of about between 17 & 18years old) lying on the floor near my bed! It was the next morning.
I jolted up! 'Where Is the car , hope the car is okay' were my first concern! (I was still a casual worker afraid of loosing my job).
The lady just calmly said, 'thank God you have come back to live'
Then I asked, who are you? What do you want, who sent you here? She smiled at me and said "Are you not a man of God!"
I became surprised because I didn't know where she must have got that from! She now told me that she was coming from a night Virgil in Lokoja, Kogi state and was sent to me. (The physical distance between Lokoja & Okigwe is about 12hrs drive!)
I couldn't understand. She then said she washed my jeans jacket that was soiled in blood, that she took some money from under my seat to get the hospital card and the change was in my pocket.
I was more confused! (How did she know I kept money under the car seat?) She now asks me what I would like eat, I didn't talk; then she suggested rice! She took part of the change in my pocket and went and bought a plate of rice. She brought one spoon which we shared! She didn't worry about hygiene as we shared one spoon.
She told me how much God loves me and why I should be very grateful. I tried to tell her that I'm sure that the car is not damaged too much, then she asked if I wanted to see the car, I said yes, she stood up for 3minuites looking up; and the owner of the clinic came in and said, let us go. We drove on and she told me that one pair of my shoe was in the car, while the other one was in the bush! We got there and saw a crowd of policemen arguing about the driver of the car!
The car was squeezed like a Can of beer that was crushed by a crane! Meanwhile, she went directly to where the second leg of my shoe was in the bush and picked it.
Everyone said the driver was crushed beyond picking his body. Shards of the windscreen had entered my head and my head swole up so it was tied up with a big bandage when we arrived at the scene of the accident.
The girl shouted to the Policemen, " Look at my brother! He is not dead." No one could ask her any question even when the police obviously needed my statement. They just watched!
When we went back she now sat by my bed and told me to listen!
That they had already used me for ritual in the temple that I went!
That the boy riding in the car with me had disappeared immediately the accident happens and was already at Abuja.
That I should leave Okigwe now that they are looking for me since I disappeared from their radar!
She showed me a place right at the centre of my head where they were calling my blood!
She said I should go and meet my mother in my village, that she was seriously waiting for me.
She said it was time for me to go! She then told me to dress up and follow her.
She took me to the bus garrage.
I thanked her and begged her to give me her name so I can send a thank you message, she declined. All my request for information about how I will get her later met with the reply from her, "Are you not a man of God?"
It was when she had put me in the bus that I started feeling my pains seriously.
It was also when I was in the bus that my eyes got clear and I knew I was with someone that was not human!
I got home and actually, my mother was fasting for three days and waiting for me.
The moment I got home, I was rushed to the hospital where they started removing the shards from my head. Initially, the doctor thought that my brains were damaged because of how deep the shards of the windscreen had penetrated my skull!
I spent two months to recover and when I got back to Abuja and the boy who disappeared from the car saw me, he started shouting that I was dead! He ran away till today. God delivered me by sending an angel to minister to this unholy, unworthy being!
Help me praise this Almighty God forevermore!