What is Your Testimony?

So, some really remarkable things have happened in my comparatively short life. When I look back at the things God has allowed me to be a part of, it still blows me away.

A few years ago, back home in Nigeria, I was washing one of the cars, I think it was the Infiniti. The winds were blowing wildly, and I knew it would rain. All of a sudden, something "came over me" in the figurative sense, and I asked God to hold back the rain. Then, I said, rather randomly and for no real reason, except that God may have the glory: "If I have found favor in Your eyes, cause these winds to cease." It was not five seconds after I said that before everything became calm, and the wind held its silence for about ten seconds. I was astonished and shocked, because I honestly could not comprehend it. At that moment when I asked, I had an incredible amount of faith, but when it actually happened, it blew me away, in a manner of speaking. It didn't rain that entire day either.

Earlier even than that, I was a foul mouthed boy of about fifteen or sixteen, and I could not walk the distance of an entire sentence without cussing. I made a pact with God, with my ignorant, unsaved heart, that if I was chosen to represent Nigeria in an International Biology Olympiad, I would stop cussing. I was chosen, and I honestly cannot remember how I stopped it, but I did. During that trip, I had a persistent cyst on my wrist. Annoying little bugger it was. A self-conscious lad like myself surely did not want to be carrying such a monstrosity in the middle of my then paper-thick wrist. Come on, then I was quite the "ladies boy". That was probably my goal in life: "continue to be THE ladies man." So, I was introduced into the world of big "cover the cyst" watches. Anyways, I arrived at the venue of the competition for the IBO, and for some reason, I kept praying to God to take away the cyst. Aah, the longing soul. I don't know what my level of faith was, I only know I prayed every day in the manner that I knew how to (going to church turned out to be a good thing after all). Every morning, I would raise the black NBA wristband, which has vanished from my "little" scope of existence (it would have made an incredible memorabilia for the generations of Onyewuchis after me), to see if the cyst was there. True to the nature of a cyst, it rolled its eyes at me every morning as I poked it in the bones (no pun intended). None taken? Aah, that is bad. Anyways, one morning, I woke up, took a shower, and goofed around. I had already been selected on the four man team to represent Nigeria in Brisbane, Australia. Yaay. No cussing for me, but I go ahead of myself (I was not to know that quite yet, you see). Taking a communal shower in a boarding school, albeit a massively expensive one (oil collar workers, senators, ministers, governors, and even ex-presidents had their kids there) was not exactly in my ideal Adesoye College (which by the way is the name of the school) plan (see, I just graduated from a private school). Are you getting this? Anyways, I took a shower and emerged a "new?" man, sans a lot of things which I would rather not elaborate on. I dressed up, goofed around, and came back to the dorm late at night from frolicking around the college. I was about to go to bed when I remembered that I had not performed my ritual of "peek-a-boo, I can see you" with Fräulein Cyst. So, I peeked and I poked, and I received one of the greatest boos of my life: my annoying, pestering, persistent, habit was over. Because, you see, my wrist was not a place of habitation anymore. The cyst had been "exorcised." My father thought I had performed a surgery on it without telling him. Are you kidding me? Stick a knife in, and gorge did not sound very appealing to me!! True story.
I have one more fantastic story to tell you. Maybe later. You see, there is no turning back for me at this stage. God has made an investment in me too strong to crash, they lie way way deeper than the foundations of the Twin Towers (God comfort the families and rest the souls of those who died on that sad day). These things are the seemingly major chips from the chunks that God has hewed off of me to build me up in Him. I could and I probably will tell you of the less astronomically incredible things God has done in my life. Believe me, they all make me wonder. I don't quite believe in luck or coincidences (from my own perspective and understanding of the world). Maybe it's all part of my "little" scope.

But this I know:

I WILL TELL THE WORLD THAT JESUS LIVES.

Be modest about your testimony and hide the glory of God in the darkness if you dare!!