KATE’S TESTIMONY

Let me first start by glorifying God Almighty for the recently concluded Christian Association of Nigerian (C.A.N) meeting. As I forget that the meeting halted every other programme in the Church. I actually went for a programme but ended up in the CAN meeting. At the meeting, I felt a sharp thrust in my heart tearing me away with pains. It’s actually been long since I experienced that, I said to myself, whatever happens, I will dance my best.

When Pastor Oliver came on, he was ushering the Holy Spirit of God into the arena with a prayer. At that time, the Spirit of the Lord said to me, ‘place your right hand on your chest and speak the coded language’ (Tongues) immediately Pastor finished his prayer, the pain instantly disappeared. Sorry Pastor I couldn’t share this in the church, as a result of a higher explosion on the third and final day.

Now let me quickly share this with you. As a young girl, I have suffered the issue of blood flow every month with excruciating pains beyond my control.

Some people saw this and through their evil prophecies concluded I have aborted at least three (3) pregnancies before to prompt such uncomprehending pain. Each time it began, I would be rushed to the hospital. Most often I would say I faded away like a half dead girl, only to hear the sounds of people around later on.

I can tell vividly twice my Dad talked to me about a proposal of taking me to a nearby river to perform some sacrifices because a native doctor told him I had a spiritual husband who didn’t want me in the arms of any earthly man. Some others said there was a young man who wanted to marry me but my father objected to it, and the young man had vowed that if he couldn’t have me, no other man can.

The second to the last time I suffered this shame and pain, a white garment church Pastor was invited. He uttered his incantations, burnt some incense, and asked me to spread my hand across the smoke, that by so doing, the evil spirit will enter the fire. Nothing worked, he later mixed some concoction for me asking me to finish it. It was mixed or diluted in a prepared pap without any sweetness of any sort. I drank all, and within minutes I vomited and passed everything out in the toilet.

Then my father still failed to realize the hand of the Lord was on me, and that I was actually a saint that was sought after like in Hebrews.

The evening of that same day, my father assembled all the ingredients for the river sacrifice.

After all, my father took me to a nearby river, dropped the bowl with the contents inside on the water to float and asked me to say after him.

‘Now I have given you all I owe you. Please disturb my life no more. I now have no dealing with anymore from today henceforth, I shall experience peace’. I was made to turn my back without back. That day marked the beginning of a full black night of unending pains. Throughout that night I murdered sleep, my father held me, and wept on me. Everyone in my compound was on their toes praying. The truth is, if I had been healed then, different shareholders in the business would have concluded they delivered me.

The next month, in school that was in 2007 towards the start of the year. In my room, I slept briefly and behold I was standing close to a young boy of about 4 who was pointing to the sky and telling his mother to see Jesus of Nazareth, but unfortunately, the woman couldn’t see anything. I over heard them, so I lifted up my eyes and behold he was comfortable in the sky very close to us but surprisingly, he was looking straight into my eyes and part of his nose was bleeding but none of the blood touched his beautiful white and well designed garment. He was too beautiful. I woke up in fear to discover that everywhere was already dark.

Subsequently after the next month, in 2007 say September, while sleeping I saw myself before an alter praying with all I am, suddenly, an earth quake ushered in the presence of three people in white robes. A male and two females, the male stood in front of me, while the two females stood, one on my left and the other on my right, with a bible each to their chest. Then I asked the man, ‘Lord, is it true that women who suffer such period pains don’t give birth? And he responded “your case is not like that’ he perceived that I battled within me so, he said if you still think that way, have it and he stretched forth his hands and a human form entered into me.

The next earth quake that came took them away from me. The shocker is that the next month, when my period came, instead of pains for at least five days before the time and another five days which it always lasts, I didn’t know I was bleeding I was told by a friend that I was stained. Hallelujah to Jesus.

In July 17th 2008, my uncle called me up to come and help his wife in the house for she was heavy with a child. That night, at 12 midnight Saturday, I slept on the couch in the living room. I went into a trance, out of fear I battled to stay awake.I was lying between the living and the dead, each time I tried to stay awake, struggle to breathe and come back, I discovered it grew worse. I decided to yield myself. Then I spoke to myself, ‘Lord if I die in this process, be glorified and if I make it, be glorified’. I was lying down but I saw myself standing very comfortable, and a man was praying at my feet. He didn’t let me see his face he knelt in front of me and began praying heavily and said ‘Queen, there are people out there looking unto you; you are the Balm of Gilead’. At the point he was praying he held my feet with both hands while I bent to watch.

I woke up with every part of me dead. I could turn my neck but no part of me was alive. A sudden fear crept into me; I turned to the living room door and saw a shadow very black. Though there was a refection of light into the living room because the light in the room was put out. Then I said in my heart ‘Lord I know that is not you. I want you there, and I want you here’.

Before my very eyes, it was Jesus standing at the entrance to the room, likewise sitting in front of me, holding my hands in his, my body came back to life. I sat up with the tears rolling down my cheeks as hot as a furnace. My breath increased, the sobbing, the groaning grew and the prayer began. As I repeatedly said amidst sobs. ‘Forgive my stupidity and ignorance, please help me Lord’ I cried. He sat in front of me and after my prayers I cleaned my tears and said Lord when ever I cry at night I can’t find sleep again. But I love to be sang to, this my Lord, I used to be scared of just looking at his face, that was the first time he smiled and I smiled back as he began singing a song that I have never heard but we were both singing inaudibly.

Seriously I couldn’t remember anything else other than I was woken up by the sound of my aunty preparing in the kitchen. I quickly ran to my cousin and asked him what that word Balm of Gilead meant. His response was simple “Go back and ask the person who told you to explain”. I left the house without telling my uncle or his wife anything.

I ran to a Reverend who happens to be my friend’s father. He told me that a balm relieves pain and that God is calling me into a healing ministry, which I should just say yes.

I went back home and told God I just don’t understand.

After two weeks I had forgotten that anything happened. I went to my uncle’s house on a Saturday at same 12 midnight, I went into a trance, and I battled for sometime, then I yielded. Suddenly, I saw myself in a hospital ward where a man lay lifeless. They were about burying when I entered with a bible on my chest. The man’s relatives looked frustrated and had already given up hope. Then I declared ‘Lord, you said I am the balm of Gilead. I did not say it. For that reason Lord and because you have said so, let him arise, and instantly he rose up, I woke up, that was when I confirmed my ministry. I was born to heal the sick, and to raise the dead.

During the recently concluded CAN meeting I thought of the first, second days and now the third with an awesome worship, I wept and my heart was broken. God, earlier before I returned on holiday had already started dealing with my heart. I cried and felt the sweet drop of tears as the Holy Spirit helped me all through. During the anointing service, Pastor Oliver passed by me three times and I said ‘Lord, I am standing on behalf of my father who couldn’t make it here’.

That was when I heard the Spirit of the Lord tell me ‘leave that for now just let him breath on you. You need it because you share the same ministry,. My Pastor told him I was next to be prayed for, but he just passed. My resident Pastor nonverbally said ‘this Lady Sir’, he passed. One of the ushers beckoned to him and pushed me forward to his side, he passed.

After praying for two people, he finally came to me and asked “what can I do for you”? I responded ‘breath on me’. He was taken aback but he had the momentum working for him. He was about to do it, then hesitated and asked again “why”. I told him I have the same ministry like yours. Without much ado, he breathed on me and down I went helplessly under the divine power of healing and resurrection. On standing, I discovered my knees were shaking they just couldn’t carry me. My Pastor and the other men of God were praying for me. Pastor Oliver then asked them to bring me back that he wasn’t through with me yet. So, they brought me back and his question was “what is the problem? I responded my knees can’t carry me then he breathed once more and said receive a double fold portion of the anointing and down I went again. Until the end of the service, my knees shook at intervals. Then I said to myself God decided to bring great men together just for me.

After the service, Pastor gave five people the chance to testify. I was too weak to stand after all, he called me and gave me the opportunity and I gladly shared my experience. Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever. Hallelujah.

By his grace, I have been preaching and praying for the sick at any given opportunity. God has been very faithful to me, he has been revealing things to me, and I have been interceding on behalf of His children.

I go for morning cry in the hostel, and preach in classes in my school, The University of Jos. Pastor, please pray to the Lord to give me more grace because when I resume back to school, our campaign will be more focused on hospitals to pray for the sick.

Let me say this, Pastor Tonye, now I know that it’s not about me, my family, age or knowledge, it’s about the man called Jesus, the author and finisher of faith. The one who calls men and women, when they do not even know him. Glory to God (Amen). 

 I say thank you Lord Jesus for using Pastor Tonye Oliver to bless my life and ministry.

May God water you till the end. (Amen).