People from many churches used to come to me and preach the gospel. They encouraged me that I could be a good Christian, but all their preaching was in vain. I felt that the world was mine, that is, earthly things occupied my heart. I drank wine, at first by doing it where no one could see me. I eventually developed a system to go drinking so that I didn’t need to hide anymore.
One Saturday, a group of friends and I went to play football (soccer). I was supposed to be the substitute. I went to where our bus was parked because I had left some beers in my bag. I got drunk and very few noticed it. On our way home, my friend and I decided that we should pay our coach (Pastor Harrison Banda) a visit.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the message
Pastor Banda preached to us a message that was so touching that it seemed as if it was sent for me. I reflected on the message at night as I fell asleep. From that time on, I saw God start to work in my life. Whenever I drank, something like a bell rang in my mind, reminding me of that message. Then I started going to Bethlehem Baptist Church, although I was not yet saved. I learned that God is the Creator of the heavens and earth. He sent His only begotten Son to die for our sins.
Some months later, something very concrete came into my mind, but I didn’t know what was happening. On Thursday, July 14, 2014, I met with some of the guys from church. I asked them a question, and even now I don’t believe it was me who asked it. I don’t know where the thoughts came from: “What does it take to become a full member of the church?” In the process, Pastor Banda came and I asked the same question. We didn’t have enough time that day for him to answer, so we scheduled a time for the following day. It felt as though a certain power was controlling me, a power I did not have the ability to ignore or to stop.
No power to stop it
Pastor Banda and I had a very good and touching talk. He shared some good Scripture from the Bible—Romans 6:23, John 3:16, etc. These were the Scriptures that led me to Christ. Pastor gave me two options: to pray in his presence or to pray alone at home. The last one I chose. I did it without fail, for I had no power to stop that, and I believe it was God doing it for me. On July 20, 2014, I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. On September 7 of that year I testified before my church the story of my salvation. Thanks be to God for the good thing He did unto my life!