My Story.
His Glory.

Since I was a kid, I wanted to be a scientist. I aligned my whole life with that dream. I questioned everything, analyzed everything, explained everything. The whole world was about me.

I believed reality was just the result of our actions and decisions. I studied philosophy. I read the Bible when I was told to. But I never found the remedies I was looking for. I had answers for everything except the emptiness.

High school. A devotion day. An alumnus named Mr. Robert shared the Good News and made an altar call for those who wanted to give their lives to Christ.

I felt convicted. I rose. I went. He prayed for me, and on that very day, I gave my life to Christ.

After that day, not a lot shifted. I started having small talks with God through prayer. I'd be like, 'God help me today man.' That was it.

Then I graduated high school and started my first year. That's when God blessed me with two friends: Simon and Benson. They would talk about the Bible in my presence and relate it to their lives. At first, it was so weird. But I got used to it, and soon I was assimilated.

They invited me to Bible studies. They held me accountable when I got distracted and missed sessions. With time, the Word of God started softening my heart to receive Him completely.

I lost many friends through this process. I was regarded as a loser by others. But I found a friend in Christ who never left me, even in my loneliest times. I found victory in Jesus.

I became consistent in attending Bible studies. Then one casual Wednesday as I was leaving the house, I heard a voice speak to me. It said, 'Today you need to be expectant of something.'

At first, I took it as another noise in my head. But I went on my way. Upon arrival, I sat at my usual seat at the back. For the first time in my life, I saw my friend pray for about forty minutes non-stop.

I asked myself what they could possibly be praying for because in four minutes, I would already be out of words. Guess what: I repeated my prayer again and again until I was left clinging to this one line:

There was an evangelist who had come, Ben Isaac. I saw him going around praying for people. When he came to the two guys in front of me, he prayed for them. I still clung to that one line of prayer.

Sadly, he went back to the front without reaching me. But I never gave up.

As a Christian, I never understood why people knelt, bowed, held hands together, or even shed tears in prayer. But on that day, everything was unfolding.

After about an hour, the evangelist told us to go to the front and hold hands. He told us we would receive the Holy Spirit. He began counting to seven.

I still clung to that line: 'Jesus, as You go to others, remember to pass by me.' At the sound of the count, people began to fall, some to the front, some to the back. But I still stood.

He continued counting. At the count of five, I got a vision of two pillars of bright light, bright as the sun, with a tinge of gold; then a rush of images: images of people I had met, people I hadn't met, and places I had never imagined seeing.

To this day, I remember that my parents were happy in one of the images. For a moment, I tried to open my eyes, but I was unable to. Bro, it felt like I had been there for a very long time.

At that very moment, I shed my first real tear in actual prayer.

When we finished praying, I asked my fellow believers what they had seen, but I never got the answer I was looking for. So I asked the evangelist, and he gave me a vague but profound answer that, with time, I am beginning to understand:

'This is where your journey begins.'

From that moment, I got this drive to share my testimony with my fellow Christians. I am glad that I was able to speak about it, and people gave their lives to Christ. My faith in Jesus literally grew.

Fast forward one month later. On a Saturday after prayer, I went to sleep. On Sunday morning, I woke up with a thought of a person, someone I had met but never spoken to. It kept nudging me, so I prayed about it.

I was in shock when I met that person on Monday during my lunch break. I could not believe it. I told her what had unfolded and ended up sharing the gospel. I flattered a little bit; it wasn't perfect, but that was the beginning of something big.

Looking back, I was really reserved and found it hard to make friends. But He gave me a community. Then I started Leopardlift.

At first, it was a page meant simply to motivate people. But I later transformed it into a platform for inspiring people with the love and grace of Christ which sought me in the darkest pits.

It has grown, and I can only say: all glory to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.