jaephoenix:

1. Its ok. Theists have their own definitions of concepts, completely different from what is the norm. Examples are Dlietalker and Madindhouse. Proper nuts. When I listen to medical testimonies from christians about miracles, I'm amazed at the crass and premium ignorance. Some of the testimonies even come from medical professionals who should know better. But alas, religion wipes off part of a brain
2. About your comment, your 'personal experience' is not subjective. If u doubt me, drop it here and let us dissect it

I don't have personal testimonies that are medical, since I don't have any health issue, but let me share something related.

There was a couple who came to me for prayers. The wife was 8 months pregnant.

They narrated how two different prophets have met them on the way to tell them that the husband offended a witch, and that witches have determined that they would punish the man by taking the life of the wife on the day of delivery. They were told that the witches have put the baby in a permanent sitting position in the womb. And truly, at 8 months, ultrasound results showed that the Baby was sitting. Doctors told them it was wrong and that at 8 months the Baby's head should be down.

I laid hands on the lady and prayed in the name of Jesus, issuing directives for the baby to change its position to the normal position.

As I prayed, I saw the woman wriggling on the chair. So, when I finished praying, I asked the woman, "Why were you wriggling?" She responded, "The Baby was turning."

I asked them then to go for another ultrasound. The follow week, they reported back to me that the baby's head is now down. All glory to Jesus.

Let me add a personal testimony.

In 1982, my dad was living at Ilorin, Kwara state. My mum was living at Molete where she worked. She comes to Ilorin every weekend to spend the time with us.

On this particular occasion, I was on holiday, so it was decided that I go spend the holidays with mum at her station. So, we journeyed together to Molete from Ilorin.

Wẹ entered a bus full of women. The driver was the only man. My mum and I sat at the passengers' seat in front beside the driver. The bus took off for Molete, but along the line, the driver took my mum's permission to digress into a dusty road claiming he had to drop some passengers off in the near distance.

We started following the dusty road into the thick jungle and we became uncomfortable. My mum told the driver to return to the main road "Where are we going in this thick forest.?" She snapped.

The driver continued pacifying her until we went very far into the jungle. Here, we met no other human beings or vehicles. Our bus was the only moving thing travelling on that lonely road.

An argument started between my mum and the driver, she was even dragging the steering wheel with him. The women passengers at the back were asking her to be patient until we got in front of a lonely mud house built at the foot of a mountain.

All the women passengers alighted and dragged the door to close it, but the driver didn't move. Instead, he ordered us to get down. My mum told him, "This isn't my destination, I'm going to Molete, that's what I paid for." The driver shouted on us again to get down.

That was when we saw a huge dark man coming out from the mud house, wearing a black cloth. Mum wispered to me, "Pray, we're in the midst of kidnappers."

The women at the back who just alighted were still standing beside the bus urging us to obey the driver but we refused.

The huge man didn't talk. He just came straight to our door in an attempt to open it. Miraculously, the door didn't open. We already winded up the glass. All these while, my mum and I were in fervent prayers, calling on Jesus to help us and deliver us. I could remember mum quoting scriptures, "We shall not die but live..."

The driver then decided to get down from his side and drag us out. The door on his side too was supernaturally locked. He couldn't get out. We were there for about 10minutes while they struggled to open the door. The only thing I was saying was "In the name of Jesus!"

Suddenly, the huge man in black attire left the door and started pacing up and down like a lunatic. It was obvious he had lost his mind. Then, suddenly, his senses returned.

He came back to the door, looked closely at us, and then angrily ordered the driver to take us away, that we were not people they could use. All the while, those women were just looking on. They were actually partners.

The huge man was urgent on the driver to take us away. The driver, looking very confused then started the bus, and took us straight to Molete as instructed. Surprisingly, the door that didn't open in the bush, opened with ease when we arrived Molete.

That was how we escaped the den of ritualists in 1982. If not for Jesus, I wouldn't be here typing this experience.

There's nothing anyone can say to convince me to abandon Jesus. I have so many experiences with Him. How many can I tell? Is it how we escaped accident while my dad and I were coming from a retreat in Lagos in 1989? How we found the trailer we were about to collide with at the back of our bus on that narrow road that midnight is still a mystery to me till today. The only thing my dad shouted was "Jesus!!!" I can't even explain that incident.

I owe the Lord Jesus my very life. All glory be to His name.

MaxInDHouse:

Of course atheism began in the Garden of Eden when Satan made Adam and Eve turn their backs on their Creator. Genesis 3:1-6

Ever since then God has distance Himself from Adam's descendants but after God's Kingdom has been firmly established God will answer us IMMEDIATELY when we call on Him! Isaiah 65:24

Satan wants humans to believe in themselves instead of God!

At the bolded, is that not why he said to Eve, "Ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil"?

RoyalDiadems:


Why ask? Would you ever believe if I tell you? It's better experienced. You need to experience it yourself. I don't have the time to tell my stories to someone who's only interested in hearing me for fun.

Actually, there's no need. Your initial post about your father being healed from appendicitis which eventually turned out to be a lie shows me what kind of 'personal experiences' stories u got lined up. And that is the regular stories I hear from Christians like you

RoyalDiadems:

At the bolded, is that not why he said to Eve, "Ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil"?

Exactly!

That's why i said atheists are many, before anyone can claim he/she is not an atheist you must humbly submit to the same line of thought {John 17:20-23} binding on all members of the house of faith! 1Corinthians 1:10

MaxInDHouse:

Naaaaaaaaaaa He does that Himself!

So he broke his own rule! LMFAO! Bwahahahahahahahahaha!

Wilddove:
I thought i was the only one going through this shit. I have tried all my possible best to convince myself that God exist but to no avail. I don't just know what else to do, i tried listening to sermons but the spirit is not there any longer. I'm totally a changed person.

Same, sermons are just the hollow words of someone ordinary who doesn't necessarily know any better, it just doesn't hit the same.
Any sensations/emotions/state of mind I used to associate with Iman/faith are all dried up, so I tried finding a basis to support my faith in some semblance of rationality and empiricism, to no avail.

LordReed:

So he broke his own rule! LMFAO! Bwahahahahahahahahaha!

Naaaaaaaaaaa he killed off evildoers all with their generations!

MaxInDHouse:

Naaaaaaaaaaa he killed off evildoers all with their generations!

Yes after breaking his own rule. He was angry that they were killing themselves so he killed them all. LMFAO! Bwahahahahahahaha!

LordReed:

Yes after breaking his own rule. He was angry that they were killing themselves so he killed them all. LMFAO! Bwahahahahahahaha!

YES!
Because logically murderers should be killed!

LordReed:


The question is how do you know what you are saying is correct?

Vivid experiences and encounters.

You see, there was a time I was practising religion until I lost interest in it completely. I wanted to try Islam but the stories of Mohammed's murderous escapades made me perish the thought.

I thought about the many miracles I've seen and personally experienced as a Christian, and told myself, even idol worshippers also see miracles. I started asking, what if there's no God? That was 1994. I also thought, what if there's God of a truth?

I told myself, wouldn't I have been a Muslim if my dad was one? What if my dad's Christian God was fake, and the Buddist's god is the true god? How am I to know the truth? Is there God really? Why all these chaos?


For the next 5 years I was looking for answers. I told myself I won't be a Christian just because my dad was one. What if my dad was wrong?

The more I searched, the more I got convinced that there's no God anywgere in the universe. I started living a carefree life. There's nothing out there to be afraid of after all. I don't think there's any God anywhere.

Five years after this form of thinking, I came across a book, Evolution or Creation? The book detailed the stories about the origins of life according to science and the Bible. I was awed about the description of majestic galaxies, including Earth's Galaxy, the Milky Way. The size of each star and the size of their clusters where there could be millions of stars in one cluster that makes a galaxy. My brains couldn't even fathom the size of one cluster, apart from the fact that there are so many such clusters in the universe. The book gave reasons why such clusters of stars which we call galaxies couldn't have ever been the result of an accident. Then, it discussed about the missing link of the evolution theory. These reasonings shook me to the foundation.

Not long after reading that book, I chanced upon my long time friends of secondary school days. They were rough guys all the while I was being a religious guy. Now, that I was living a rough life like they did, I went visiting them on an agreed-upon-day hoping to have fun with like-minded guys.

I was shocked to find them in the midst of other friends of theirs discussing the Bible. They were also sharing spiritual experiences which were being corroborated by those in the discussion who were Witnesses. They were calling themselves in titles such as Evangelist, Deacon, etc.

I was wondering how Peter and Samson had become such Spiritually powerful persons. Contrasting what I heard with what I knew them to be when we were in secondary school, I was shocked beyond measure.

I began to be very troubled within me from that day. God literally arrested me. I remember crying one night that I needed to know God personally. That wasn't like me. At that time I was a hard guy. Strange things were happening within me. A force mightier than me was revolutionizing me from within.

Each time I visited these friends,I always met them studying the book I had abandoned - the Bible. They were living a very changed and enviable life. I told God, I knew the Bible more than these guys. "What then did I lack?" "Why can't I also experience the supernatural like these ones do?" A voice answered me, "You need the Holy Ghost."

Not long after, I found a book: Biblical Fasting and Prayer, written by R.D. Flory. There was a section in that book titled "How to Receive the Holy Spirit." I decide to put the lessons taught in the section into practice, since a physical evidence accompanies the exercise- speaking in new tongues.

I read the verses of scripture detailing the promise of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in tongues.

I told myself, "After doing all these, if there's no speaking in tongues for me, then, everything about God is a ruse." I planned afterwards to finally abandon God - forever. I was planning to live rough and enjoy life to the fullest.

I followed the instructions in that book. I went fasting for 7 days, and praying. 1st, 2nd, 3rd day through the 6th day, nothing happened.

On the 7th day, I was rounding up my fasting in prayer while also thinking about the free life I was about the live, I felt a strange heat upon my head. It was as if I was on fire but the fire wasn't burning painfully. I can't really describe the experience.

I found myself muttering something deeply in another language. I didn't understand what I was saying but the language kept kept flowing out. I began to prophecy right there in my room. It happened from 7pm till about 11pm that night. When the whole thing quieted, I felt like a new being. As though something has changed within me. I told myself that God is Real. It was the 14th of July, 2000.

That was the beginning of my journey into the supernatural. The truth about God's existence is something I cannot deny but honestly, it's very difficult to explain.

MaxInDHouse:


YES!
Because logically murderers should be killed!

So the god should be killed! LMFAO! Bwahahahahahahahaha!

LordReed:

So the god should be killed! LMFAO! Bwahahahahahahahaha!

For justice against murderers shey?

jaephoenix:

Actually, there's no need. Your initial post about your father being healed from appendicitis which eventually turned out to be a lie shows me what kind of 'personal experiences' stories u got lined up. And that is the regular stories I hear from Christians like you

Lied? You refuted it claiming that Appendicitis could be healed without surgery even in Nigeria in the early 90s. This information, I'm yet to believe because I've not been able to confirm from any doctor who could give me the medical capacity to heal this ailment at the time, but I never called you a liar for that.

I'm yet to confirm details from my aged mum who's still alive. Once I do, I'll update that thread. But let me tell you, we can only share the truth as we know it. What would I gain by shoring up lies to tell an anyone about God? If I need to lie for God in order to authenticate His power, I'm the most foolish being. Only a fool deceived himself for a useless God for whom he must lie! That's the most silly thing a human being could ever do. What gain is there. If there's no God, I'll be glad to live as the god of my life, but see, I have evidences to the contrary! And if you don't believe, you'll be shocked when you die.

RoyalDiadems:


Vivid experiences and encounters.

You see, there was a time I was practising religion until I lost interest in it completely. I wanted to try Islam but the stories of Mohammed's murderous escapades made me perish the thought.

I thought about the many miracles I've seen and personally experienced as a Christian, and told myself, even idol worshippers also see miracles. I started asking, what if there's no God? That was 1994. I also thought, what if there's God of a truth?

I told myself, wouldn't I have been a Muslim if my dad was one? What if my dad's Christian God was fake, and the Buddist's god is the true god? How am I to know the truth? Is there God really? Why all these chaos?


For the next 5 years I was looking for answers. I told myself I won't be a Christian just because my dad was one. What if my dad was wrong?

The more I searched, the more I got convinced that there's no God anywgere in the universe. I started living a carefree life. There's nothing out there to be afraid of after all. I don't think there's any God anywhere.

Five years after this form of thinking, I came across a book, Evolution or Creation? The book detailed the stories about the origins of life according to science and the Bible. I was awed about the description of majestic galaxies, including Earth's Galaxy, the Milky Way. The size of each star and the size of their clusters where there could be millions of stars in one cluster that makes a galaxy. My brains couldn't even fathom the size of one cluster, apart from the fact that there are so many such clusters in the universe. The book gave reasons why such clusters of stars which we call galaxies couldn't have ever been the result of an accident. Then, it discussed about the missing link of the evolution theory. These reasonings shook me to the foundation.

Not long after reading that book, I chanced upon my long time friends of secondary school days. They were rough guys all the while I was being a religious guy. Now, that I was living a rough life like they did, I went visiting them on an agreed-upon-day hoping to have fun with like-minded guys.

I was shocked to find them in the midst of other friends of theirs discussing the Bible. They were also sharing spiritual experiences which were being corroborated by those in the discussion who were Witnesses. They were calling themselves in titles such as Evangelist, Deacon, etc.

I was wondering how Peter and Samson had become such Spiritually powerful persons. Contrasting what I heard with what I knew them to be when we were in secondary school, I was shocked beyond measure.

I began to be very troubled within me from that day. God literally arrested me. I remember crying one night that I needed to know God personally. That wasn't like me. At that time I was a hard guy. Strange things were happening within me. A force mightier than me was revolutionizing me from within.

Each time I visited these friends,I always met them studying the book I had abandoned - the Bible. They were living a very changed and enviable life. I told God, I knew the Bible more than these guys. "What then did I lack?" "Why can't I also experience the supernatural like these ones do?" A voice answered me, "You need the Holy Ghost."

Not long after, I found a book: Biblical Fasting and Prayer, written by R.D. Flory. There was a section in that book titled "How to Receive the Holy Spirit." I decide to put the lessons taught in the section into practice, since a physical evidence accompanies the exercise- speaking in new tongues.

I read the verses of scripture detailing the promise of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in tongues.

I told myself, "After doing all these, if there's no speaking in tongues for me, then, everything about God is a ruse." I planned afterwards to finally abandon God - forever. I was planning to live rough and enjoy life to the fullest.

I followed the instructions in that book. I went fasting for 7 days, and praying. 1st, 2nd, 3rd day through the 6th day, nothing happened.

On the 7th day, I was rounding up my fasting in prayer while also thinking about the free life I was about the live, I felt a strange heat upon my head. It was as if I was on fire but the fire wasn't burning painfully. I can't really describe the experience.

I found myself muttering something deeply in another language. I didn't understand what I was saying but the language kept kept flowing out. I began to prophecy right there in my room. It happened from 7pm till about 11pm that night. When the whole thing quieted, I felt like a new being. As though something has changed within me. I told myself that God is Real. It was the 14th of July, 2000.

That was the beginning of my journey into the supernatural. The truth about God's existence is something I cannot deny but honestly, it's very difficult to explain.

LoLz. I am sorry but your your story is a dime a dozen story I have heard many times over the years and one I told about myself a couple of times too. You think I can't speak in tongues? LMAO! Bro when I say been there done that, trust me. I used to preach in buses. I used to be an executive in my school fellowship during both my secondary and university days. I was active in my church too. E don tay wey nyansh dey for back.

MaxInDHouse:

For justice against murderers shey?

For being a murderer! LMFAO! Bwahahahahaha!

MaxInDHouse:


We read actions not words!

Yeah, right. Which actions did u read

MaxInDHouse:

God kills their parents because they're polluting the planet and since it's the parents that are supposed to cater for the children it's better to send all of them to early grave instead of allowing them to suffer!

Whoa. Theist logic! What an example. So why didn't god kill Hitler's parents?

LordReed:


LoLz. I am sorry but your your story is a dime a dozen story I have heard many times over the years and one I told about myself a couple of times too. You think I can't speak in tongues? LMAO! Bro when I say been there done that, trust me. I used to preach in buses. I used to be an executive in my school fellowship during both my secondary and university days. I was active in my church too. E don tay wey nyansh dey for back.

I did the same thing you did. Preached in crusades from 1989 to 1992. Laid hands on sick people and got them healed. 1993, the devil got a hold on me, and by 1994, I was ready to become an atheist. What happened to me in 1999 was not my personal undertaking. God got actively involved. Had I lost the Holy Ghost baptism is 2000, I would have become an atheist of the worse kind by now.

I've grown so much in the faith ever since. Infact, today, if I stand to preach, any demon possessed person around me will fall under the power of God. I won't even have to touch or look in their direction.

You spoke in tongues before? What better evidence do you need of God? He promised in the Bible, and you got the promise as it is. What else are you looking for?

Walking with God is sweet. The Presence of God is marvelous. Return home, oh prodigal son. The Father's Love awaits. The everlasting arms are stretched out for you. The bowels of mercy from the eternal God is turned up for you. My heart is moving for you right now as I type. The devil has lost the battle over your life. I break the stronghold of atheism upon your soul. May your inner eyes receive light. Oh my brother! My soul is moved for you. Oh Lord, bless his soul. Rid him from hell. Forgive him Lord. Show him your salvation. I ask it in Jesus mighty name.

RoyalDiadems:


I don't have personal testimonies that are medical, since I don't have any health issue, but let me share something related.

There was a couple who came to me for prayers. The wife was 8 months pregnant.

They narrated how two different prophets have met them on the way to tell them that the husband offended a witch, and that witches have determined that they would punish the man by taking the life of the wife on the day of delivery. They were told that the witches have put the baby in a permanent sitting position in the womb. And truly, at 8 months, ultrasound results showed that the Baby was sitting. Doctors told them it was wrong and that at 8 months the Baby's head should be down.

I laid hands on the lady and prayed in the name of Jesus, issuing directives for the baby to change its position to the normal position.

As I prayed, I saw the woman wriggling on the chair. So, when I finished praying, I asked the woman, "Why were you wriggling?" She responded, "The Baby was turning."

I asked them then to go for another ultrasound. The follow week, they reported back to me that the baby's head is now down. All glory to Jesus.

Let me add a personal testimony.

In 1982, my dad was living at Ilorin, Kwara state. My mum was living at Molete where she worked. She comes to Ilorin every weekend to spend the time with us.

On this particular occasion, I was on holiday, so it was decided that I go spend the holidays with mum at her station. So, we journeyed together to Molete from Ilorin.

Wẹ entered a bus full of women. The driver was the only man. My mum and I sat at the passengers' seat in front beside the driver. The bus took off for Molete, but along the line, the driver took my mum's permission to digress into a dusty road claiming he had to drop some passengers off in the near distance.

We started following the dusty road into the thick jungle and we became uncomfortable. My mum told the driver to return to the main road "Where are we going in this thick forest.?" She snapped.

The driver continued pacifying her until we went very far into the jungle. Here, we met no other human beings or vehicles. Our bus was the only moving thing travelling on that lonely road.

An argument started between my mum and the driver, she was even dragging the steering wheel with him. The women passengers at the back were asking her to be patient until we got in front of a lonely mud house built at the foot of a mountain.

All the women passengers alighted and dragged the door to close it, but the driver didn't move. Instead, he ordered us to get down. My mum told him, "This isn't my destination, I'm going to Molete, that's what I paid for." The driver shouted on us again to get down.

That was when we saw a huge dark man coming out from the mud house, wearing a black cloth. Mum wispered to me, "Pray, we're in the midst of kidnappers."

The women at the back who just alighted were still standing beside the bus urging us to obey the driver but we refused.

The huge man didn't talk. He just came straight to our door in an attempt to open it. Miraculously, the door didn't open. We already winded up the glass. All these while, my mum and I were in fervent prayers, calling on Jesus to help us and deliver us. I could remember mum quoting scriptures, "We shall not die but live..."

The driver then decided to get down from his side and drag us out. The door on his side too was supernaturally locked. He couldn't get out. We were there for about 10minutes while they struggled to open the door. The only thing I was saying was "In the name of Jesus!"

Suddenly, the huge man in black attire left the door and started pacing up and down like a lunatic. It was obvious he had lost his mind. Then, suddenly, his senses returned.

He came back to the door, looked closely at us, and then angrily ordered the driver to take us away, that we were not people they could use. All the while, those women were just looking on. They were actually partners.

The huge man was urgent on the driver to take us away. The driver, looking very confused then started the bus, and took us straight to Molete as instructed. Surprisingly, the door that didn't open in the bush, opened with ease when we arrived Molete.

That was how we escaped the den of ritualists in 1982. If not for Jesus, I wouldn't be here typing this experience.

There's nothing anyone can say to convince me to abandon Jesus. I have so many experiences with Him. How many can I tell? Is it how we escaped accident while my dad and I were coming from a retreat in Lagos in 1989? How we found the trailer we were about to collide with at the back of our bus on that narrow road that midnight is still a mystery to me till today. The only thing my dad shouted was "Jesus!!!" I can't even explain that incident.

I owe the Lord Jesus my very life. All glory be to His name.

Are you not the same person that said your dad was healed of appendicitis after he was touched by Jesus in his dreams? So why are you denying that you don't have medical testimonies?
About this your stories, there are so many holes that its risible

RoyalDiadems:


At the bolded, is that not why he said to Eve, "Ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil"?

First question… is God omniscient?

MaxInDHouse:

Naaaaaaaaaaa he killed off evildoers all with their generations!

Which still translates into murder. By the way, what crimes did those babies specifically commit

RoyalDiadems:


Vivid experiences and encounters.

You see, there was a time I was practising religion until I lost interest in it completely. I wanted to try Islam but the stories of Mohammed's murderous escapades made me perish the thought.

I thought about the many miracles I've seen and personally experienced as a Christian, and told myself, even idol worshippers also see miracles. I started asking, what if there's no God? That was 1994. I also thought, what if there's God of a truth?

I told myself, wouldn't I have been a Muslim if my dad was one? What if my dad's Christian God was fake, and the Buddist's god is the true god? How am I to know the truth? Is there God really? Why all these chaos?


For the next 5 years I was looking for answers. I told myself I won't be a Christian just because my dad was one. What if my dad was wrong?

The more I searched, the more I got convinced that there's no God anywgere in the universe. I started living a carefree life. There's nothing out there to be afraid of after all. I don't think there's any God anywhere.

Five years after this form of thinking, I came across a book, Evolution or Creation? The book detailed the stories about the origins of life according to science and the Bible. I was awed about the description of majestic galaxies, including Earth's Galaxy, the Milky Way. The size of each star and the size of their clusters where there could be millions of stars in one cluster that makes a galaxy. My brains couldn't even fathom the size of one cluster, apart from the fact that there are so many such clusters in the universe. The book gave reasons why such clusters of stars which we call galaxies couldn't have ever been the result of an accident. Then, it discussed about the missing link of the evolution theory. These reasonings shook me to the foundation.

Not long after reading that book, I chanced upon my long time friends of secondary school days. They were rough guys all the while I was being a religious guy. Now, that I was living a rough life like they did, I went visiting them on an agreed-upon-day hoping to have fun with like-minded guys.

I was shocked to find them in the midst of other friends of theirs discussing the Bible. They were also sharing spiritual experiences which were being corroborated by those in the discussion who were Witnesses. They were calling themselves in titles such as Evangelist, Deacon, etc.

I was wondering how Peter and Samson had become such Spiritually powerful persons. Contrasting what I heard with what I knew them to be when we were in secondary school, I was shocked beyond measure.

I began to be very troubled within me from that day. God literally arrested me. I remember crying one night that I needed to know God personally. That wasn't like me. At that time I was a hard guy. Strange things were happening within me. A force mightier than me was revolutionizing me from within.

Each time I visited these friends,I always met them studying the book I had abandoned - the Bible. They were living a very changed and enviable life. I told God, I knew the Bible more than these guys. "What then did I lack?" "Why can't I also experience the supernatural like these ones do?" A voice answered me, "You need the Holy Ghost."

Not long after, I found a book: Biblical Fasting and Prayer, written by R.D. Flory. There was a section in that book titled "How to Receive the Holy Spirit." I decide to put the lessons taught in the section into practice, since a physical evidence accompanies the exercise- speaking in new tongues.

I read the verses of scripture detailing the promise of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in tongues.

I told myself, "After doing all these, if there's no speaking in tongues for me, then, everything about God is a ruse." I planned afterwards to finally abandon God - forever. I was planning to live rough and enjoy life to the fullest.

I followed the instructions in that book. I went fasting for 7 days, and praying. 1st, 2nd, 3rd day through the 6th day, nothing happened.

On the 7th day, I was rounding up my fasting in prayer while also thinking about the free life I was about the live, I felt a strange heat upon my head. It was as if I was on fire but the fire wasn't burning painfully. I can't really describe the experience.

I found myself muttering something deeply in another language. I didn't understand what I was saying but the language kept kept flowing out. I began to prophecy right there in my room. It happened from 7pm till about 11pm that night. When the whole thing quieted, I felt like a new being. As though something has changed within me. I told myself that God is Real. It was the 14th of July, 2000.

That was the beginning of my journey into the supernatural. The truth about God's existence is something I cannot deny but honestly, it's very difficult to explain.

Muslims, Hindis, Buddhists have similar stories. No biggie. All of una sabi lie

RoyalDiadems:


Lied? You refuted it claiming that Appendicitis could be healed without surgery even in Nigeria in the early 90s. This information, I'm yet to believe because I've not been able to confirm from any doctor who could give me the medical capacity to heal this ailment at the time, but I never called you a liar for that.

I'm yet to confirm details from my aged mum who's still alive. Once I do, I'll update that thread. But let me tell you, we can only share the truth as we know it. What would I gain by shoring up lies to tell an anyone about God? If I need to lie for God in order to authenticate His power, I'm the most foolish being. Only a fool deceived himself for a useless God for whom he must lie! That's the most silly thing a human being could ever do. What gain is there. If there's no God, I'll be glad to live as the god of my life, but see, I have evidences to the contrary! And if you don't believe, you'll be shocked when you die.

I refuted this a month or so ago, u mean u haven't met a physician, whether virtual or physical, to confirm it? Even Google can confirm it. I know research is a taboo for christians but Google Ochsner-Sherren regimen for appendicitis management. This regimen has been around for decades, my dear. Don't tell me u can't access Google.

jaephoenix:

Muslims, Hindis, Buddhists have similar stories. No biggie. All of una sabi lie

Ask yourself. What should be my benefit if I lie.

I'm not here to convince anyone. Let everyone face his own realities.

God never said we should convince anybody. "Tell them the truth about me". That's all the commandments we have. We'll all be able to verify the truth when we die but at that time, there'll be no second chance.

I just went ahead to help you out, since Googling might be harmful to your brain

jaephoenix:

I refuted this a month or so ago, u mean u haven't met a physician, whether virtual or physical, to confirm it? Even Google can confirm it. I know research is a taboo for christians but Google Ochsner-Sherren regimen for appendicitis management. This regimen has been around for decades, my dear. Don't tell me u can't access Google.

Bring the historical applications of this treatment here with evidences. I want to see examples of it done in Nigeria as early as 1989, 1990. Because at that time, everyone feared any form of surgery.

jaephoenix:

First question… is God omniscient?

I don't talk about God to people whose main purpose is to argue. I was never instructed of God to go argue for Him.

jaephoenix:

Are you not the same person that said your dad was healed of appendicitis after he was touched by Jesus in his dreams? So why are you denying that you don't have medical testimonies?
About this your stories, there are so many holes that its risible

So, am I my dad? I said I don't have personal medical experience? Would you force one on me?

Pick the holes in the testimonies. Does that change the fact that they happened. Would your holes erase them from my memories? Or would it go back in time to erase the occurrence of the events?

RoyalDiadems:


Ask yourself. What should be my benefit if I lie.

I'm not here to convince anyone. Let everyone face his own realities.

God never said we should convince anybody. "Tell them the truth about me". That's all the commandments we have. We'll all be able to verify the truth when we die but at that time, there'll be no second chance.

Religion has been lying to us since inception. Remember Catholicism have 'incorruptible bodies'. Where cadavers of dead 'saints' refuse to decompose. Millions of gullible Catholics still even believe it till now even though evidence abound that those bodies were indeed embalmed and conserved manually.
About your miracles you performed, let me believe you for a moment. Can you replicate them for me? I have at least 5 breech pregnancy patients awaiting elective lower segment C/S. That would save them a good sum of money and what's more, convince a diehard atheist in the process. If u r in Lagos, then hit me up, bro. Lets get healing.
I would sing of the goodness of the Lord

jaephoenix:

Religion has been lying to us since inception. Remember Catholicism have 'incorruptible bodies'. Where cadavers of dead 'saints' refuse to decompose. Millions of gullible Catholics still even believe it till now even though evidence abound that those bodies were indeed embalmed and conserved manually.
About your miracles you performed, let me believe you for a moment. Can you replicate them for me? I have at least 5 breech pregnancy patients awaiting elective lower segment C/S. That would save them a good sum of money and what's more, convince a diehard atheist in the process. If u r in Lagos, then hit me up, bro. Lets get healing.
I would sing of the goodness of the Lord

I'm not in Lagos. But I can pray for them over the phone, and God would still do His work.

RoyalDiadems:


Bring the historical applications of this treatment here with evidences. I want to see examples of it done in Nigeria as early as 1989, 1990. Because at that time, everyone feared any form of surgery.

Lol. This is getting more ridiculous. But let me oblige you, bro

I got some literature about Ochsner-Sherren and circled when the treatment was instituted. What year did you see there?

RoyalDiadems:


I don't talk about God to people whose main purpose is to argue. I was never instructed of God to go argue for Him.

But u have been talking about him here since 3 hours now, even trying to convince LordReed and I. Why back out now at the crunch time?