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Healed of Severe Disease in the Mouth | Years of pain, failed treatments, and fading hope led to a moment of surrender that changed everything. When medicine had no answers, a deeper encounter revealed a greater Physician.

Healed of Rare Anemia | Doctors could not explain it, treatments failed, and fear deepened—but a turning point came through prayer and trust. What followed left even hospital staff astonished.

From the Occult to Christ – A Journey Out of Darkness | He searched for power, peace, and truth in all the wrong places—until love found him. A gripping testimony of rescue, redemption, and unexpected grace.

How Jesus Healed My Knee – Discover the life-changing encounter that led to physical and spiritual healing. Read this inspiring testimony of faith, adventure, and the enduring power of Jesus Christ.

In early 1996, I sold my business so that I could start my ministry. Then out of the blue, a pastor from a local church invited me to join his mission team to Fiji. I accepted without hesitation. Then another invitation while I was in Fiji. The team did not have enough preachers. Could I preach in three different locations in Fiji? “What would the crowd size be like,” I asked. I was told the church congregation ranged from 200 to 400 people. Imagine when the first night came, the church rented a stadium for me to preach and already the crowd was over 5,000 people. My knees began to shake. I thought I was dreaming and suddenly I had no confidence in the well prepared text that I had to preach. But the minute I stood on the pulpit, I felt the ministering anointing hit my body for the first time and suddenly I was preaching another message. “The Holy Spirit is running the meeting and I must rely fully on Him,” I told myself. When I said the mass healing prayer, there were many movements from the people in front. Some of them began to throw out like they were possessed. Some began to show that they were healed. When I made the salvation call, hundreds came forward.;

I have a miracle that has happened in my life that I would like to share with you. In September 2000 at about midnight, I was sitting in a park in Chicago with Victor. Two young men approached us from behind with guns and put them to our heads. I stood up. A voice in my heart calmed me and told me not to fear, that we would be safe, but in my mind I thought that it must be wrong…this was it. The two men demanded money and pistol-whipped Victor several times in the face and head. I thought he would have his glasses smashed and broken teeth and bones from how they were hitting him. One of them told me twice to lie on the ground, which I did not do. Instead I sat back down on the park bench. The men became increasingly violent and at the moment I believed they were about to shoot Victor, I asked them not to hurt or kill him and tried to distract them by offering the camera I was carrying telling them it was very expensive and they could get a lot of money for it.I was thinking that they only way out of this is if someone else came along. A few moments later, a man named Scott came;

Most of my life has been a struggle with depression, I have tried to commit suicide so many times I lost count, I was addicted to prescription drugs and most of my days were filled with how I could kill myself. And each time I would try I would fail. I took as many as 150 aspirin to 50 painkillers at a time, but I would awake the next morning and be angry that I had failed, only to try again. To make a long story short, I was at the end of my rope so to speak, I had come in contact with a prescription drug that I knew this would be the one, I was tired of feeling all the hurt in my life, I didn’t want to feel anymore. I made one last attempt at calling out to God as I stood in the shower one morning. And pleading for him to help me, I felt something touch the top of my head and move over my entire body, and I felt a release of the depression, it was like the sun had come out. And I knew I was healed, I was on Prozac at the time and the Lord told me to throw it out, I would not ever need that again. It has been;

When I was young, my family was very poor. Our relatives and neighbors all looked down on us, and our neighbors’ kids didn’t play with me. I remember there was one time when I cheerfully went to see if the neighbors’ kid wanted to play, but when I was about to reach the entrance to her home, she suddenly closed the door. This scene is imprinted in my childhood memories like a stamp. It hurt my self-esteem very badly. Once I started school, my classmates and teachers also looked down on me. When I saw that the children of other families had nice backpacks and pencil cases and pretty clothing, knowing I didn’t have any of that, I thought every day of how great it would be if my family could have as much money as other families. Then people wouldn’t look down on me. When I was 10 years old, my family was in great debt due to a traffic accident, and my father went to borrow money from my relatives. Because we were poor, they didn’t dare lend it to us. After that, my father became so gloomy that he would often sigh in despair, and he often said to me, “Our relatives and neighbors look down on us because we don’t have money. When you grow up,;

Persevering Through Adversity   In May of 2022, members of several villages accepted Almighty God’s work in the last days. But not soon after that, many newcomers stopped coming to gatherings. After looking into it we learned that armed soldiers were doing night patrols and would arrest anyone holding gatherings. In other areas, some brothers and sisters had already been fined, arrested and incarcerated for their faith. The newcomers in those villages were so scared that they didn’t dare attend gatherings. It was then that my leader assigned Isa and me to go support the newcomers. At that time, Isa and I were watering newcomers separately. One night before I had returned home, Isa suddenly called me and said our host sister was afraid of being fined or jailed and was telling us to move out. I thought, “Where can we possibly find a host family at this hour?” Later on, we ended up trying Sister Yana, but Yana and her son were scared of being arrested and didn’t dare host us, so we were left homeless in the middle of the night. I felt so sad and wronged. It was raining that night, Isa and I didn’t know where to go and we wanted to leave that place, but there were still so many newcomers that needed watering and support.;

I came into the UK last year on a skilled worker visa as a domiciliary care assistant but to the Glory of God, I got a job with the NHS, with 5 years sponsorship visa. This will give me more time for myself and my family. God has really favoured me and I’ve come to return the praise to Him. ALSO READ  Delivered From Alcohol Addiction