You can't serve without loving
The Holy Spirit influences you to become a positive influence in all that you do.
Who I Am
I'm called to empower God's people through the Gospel of Grace.
A Little About Me
“I mockingly referred to every Church I saw as a bank because I believed that churches had no relevance but were only there to make money but I never knew that my life would change forever one day and that the God whom I had so mocked would be the One I would eventually run to.”
How It All Started
My Journey into Pastoral Ministry
While I was an undergraduate at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria, my main priority wasn’t my studies but how to get into the social limelight and parties. I never took my lectures seriously and my GPA was constantly below 1. I was involved in all manner of vices like girls, taking at least 5 bottles of beer, thirty sticks of Benson & Hedges, and some marijuana daily. I was so care free and had lost the total fear of God in so much that I never lit a cigarette without first saying bless this food O Lord for Christ sake. I saw born again Christians as low lives who had lost out of the good things of life and saw serving God as their only consolation.
There were so many times that God intervened and saved my life then even as bad as I was. I remember clearly the night we were going for a party at 1am and at the least minute I got down from the car where I was and moved into another car that was part of the convoy. The car I had just left got involved in a ghastly accident and two lives were lost. One of the people who died was seated where I was just five minutes earlier. I also recall the day the brakes of the car failed and I was driving with my younger brother on a very narrow road with a lorry facing us but God miraculously saved us.
I mockingly referred to every Church I saw as a bank because I believed that churches had no relevance but were only there to make money but I never knew that my life would change forever one day and that the God whom I had so mocked would be the One I would eventually run to. On this fateful day in July 6th 1996, a friend of mine came to see me at home about 7pm and I decided to see him off after he had stayed with me for a while. You know the way boys are, we walked and chatted and shortly got to his house where we saw six young men outside the house.
The young men told us they were asking for his dad and the next thing I knew was them bringing out guns as they roughly forced us inside the house; they were armed robbers. When we got inside the house, they shot into the air severally, told us all to lie down and started searching us. I was asked if I had money but I lied that I did not have any money on me.