The Things That Changed How I See God (3)

2007, February 15, Myself and One other Baptist Student Fellowship brother and I traveled from our school to Lagos to meet with a Christian lady who publishes and distributes daily devotionals all over the country.

 On our way to Lagos, we did something unique he preached in English and I interpreted his sermon in the Yoruba language, sometimes I preached and he interpreted.

The journey to Lagos was a success, we got some cash in our pocket from the lady as our pocket money for the month and she also paid our school fees for that term, Glory be to God.

We boarded a bus from Lagos to Ibadan the journey was a blur to me because the one issue I had in my life at the time was my school fees, for the first time it was paid before the Vice Chancellor began his usual threat.

We boarded a bus going to Iwo from Iwo Road in Ibadan we both sat in the long row immediately behind the driver's seat. The bus took off I looked around and saw that we were surrounded by Muslims Iwo is predominantly a Muslim town, so this is not new but on this day the people on the bus were mostly men with turbans and very long Tesbirs (prayer beads).

 I looked at my brother and he looked at me next thing, my brother began to preach and I began to interpret The sermon was not long and ended with a short prayer for journey mercies.

 A few minutes after the sermon ended, we heard a noise from the back of the bus I have forgotten the name now, but one man started calling the name of a young man over and over again the one whose name was being called had slumped on the seat and died.

 The driver parked goose pimples covered everyone, the man explained that his brother was sick and had been on admission at the UCH but was showing no signs of improvement so he went to discharge his brother from the Hospital to take him to a town called Oluponnna to seek the help of a herbalist.

 My fellow preacher and I alighted from the bus, we were already stylishly looking to flag down another bus to continue our journey. The other guys with all their prayer beads also alighted from the bus the driver and conductor were confused suddenly we heard a voice from the back of the bus, a man dressed in Ankara and sandals laid his hands on the dead young man and began to command life back into him in Yoruba language "Kabiru, mo pa la'se, Ki emi pada sinu re l'oruko Jesu Kabiru, mo pa a la'se, Ki emi ki o pada sinu re ni orujo Jesu Kristi" It has been written, that He who has the son has life, I have life because I have the son, therefore, I am a life-giving spirit! I give you life now in Jesus name" I didn't think anything of it I almost felt like telling the man that he should forget about it and not waste our time.

 For someone who died of an ailment that couldn't be cured at a hospital, what would be the point of medicine after death? We heard a cough, a deep, gut-wrenching, and throat-opening cough followed by a sneeze, and then the voice began to say over and over again "Thank you Jesus" The dead guy had come back to life.

 The conductor got some tissue paper and towels to clean up the seats, and we all returned to the bus and continued our journey, my fellow BSF brother began to sing "O se o Jesu a o ma yin o" Everybody joined the song and sang until we got to Iwo and disembarked. That experience redefined my pursuit of the supernatural and changed how I see God!