GOD SPARED MY LIFE.
It was like any other day year 29th March 2018. Early in the morning my brother Frederick Chitangala drove me from Ibex to Freedom Way Lusaka Juldan Bus Station. Around 08hrs we started off to Johannesburg, South Africa in a very beautiful and luxury Juldan bus. Immediately after starting off, I phoned three people telling them that I've started off. Just after finishing my last call conversation, the Lord opened my spiritual eyes and saw myself in Zimbabwe. I saw two strange creatures looking like human beings doing something very strange on the road uttering words in a strange in a strange language. The only words I was hearing is accidents and it ended. I prayed against that in less than a minute and after finishing I posted this, "You can have a luxury and fit car, but it's only God who gives a safe journey. You can have nice and delicious food, but it's God who can give you appetite. In everything, learn to acknowledge God.
We passed through Chirundu boarder and around 15hrs in Chinoyi Town in Zimbabwe, I just heard a bang and I saw everything. I was very calm and I said Jesus, Jesus, Jesus and the bus was on the ground. I was sitting on the window side just found the soil inside my left ear and the window is broken. People are shouting and crying with blood allover, while others where trapped inside. Some were badly injured and one person died on the spot. I came out, and It was minutes later when I discovered that the borne on my right shoulder is moving on it's own. It was broken. I called my brother in Lusaka the one who escorted me from Ibex to Freedom Way, and told him that I'm in accident but I'm fine. I told him to tell the family that I'm okay except mum who was not feeling well fearing that she may be worse after hearing that I was in a RTA. I phoned others in Mansa, the same people I phoned when I started off. One friend said immediately I phoned in the morning that I have started off, he heard an audible voice loudly that "this is the last time you're hearing from him because he's dying." He asked me if I'm truly okay and I said yes, I even made a video call on whatsapp. We were rushed to to Chinoyi Hospital and admitted. After an X-ray was done, the doctor told me that "the borne on my right shoulder is broken and I need an operation and other medical attention but it cannot be done here because we are on strike. We just came because it's an accident." I was injected and given some pain killers to reduce the pain.
On 30th March 2018 around 01hrs another Juldan Bus came to pick up those who are not injured to proceed to South Africa and I came out of Hospital and proceeded to South Africa. We reached Beit Bridge and crossed over in South Africa around 19hrs same dsyt 30th March. Around 01hrs, 31st March 2018 I dropped off before reaching Johannesburg and went to Pretoria. I went in my hotel room and that's when I felt the pain. I failed to bath or even sleep. I felt like I was about to die. I had too much pain in my chest. I spent the whole day in Pretoria and early in the morning Sunday 1st April 2018, I started off from Pretoria to Johannesburg so that I can go and attend church service. One hour later I was in Johannesburg and few minutes after coming out of the bus at MTN TAX RANK, I was attacked by two armed men demanding money from me or else I'll be killed. I was robbed with some money and I went to my hotel room. I was very devastated. I know what the devil wanted is for me to say something bad about God but I can never do that. Few minutes later I went to church. Fast forward. I spent two days in South Africa and came back.
No one knew that I had a broken borne except those who were close to me. I wanted not to tell people that my borne was broken because of fearing of making me loose the faith I had that God will heal me without going to hospital. I refused to go to Hospital for an operation and believed God to heal me. (Please note that I'm not saying going to hospital was bad or lack of faith.) That was just my personal conviction. I was in bed for two good months in a very great pain. At the end of those two months, early in the morning around 5AM I shouted loudly that "Jesus is Lord, and not just Lord but my personal Savior." Immediately I felt somethin moved at my shoulder and I moved my right arm that was the end of my pain and I was healed immediately.
Following day I started using the arm to carry heavy things. God saved me, not because I was holier than others who were seriously injured or died but because I still have things to do on earth. I've not yet fulfilled God's mission in my life. The devil wanted to take me early but God said no. Friends, it's not every accident which is nomal or caused by marchanicle faults, some are caused witches and wizards, those people who wants you dead. Always pray when you're on journey and pray always for all those travelling to different destinations around the world. Stop all the activities of the devil because as a child of God, you carry more authority than those wizards and witches.
Peace!
It was like any other day year 29th March 2018. Early in the morning my brother Frederick Chitangala drove me from Ibex to Freedom Way Lusaka Juldan Bus Station. Around 08hrs we started off to Johannesburg, South Africa in a very beautiful and luxury Juldan bus. Immediately after starting off, I phoned three people telling them that I've started off. Just after finishing my last call conversation, the Lord opened my spiritual eyes and saw myself in Zimbabwe. I saw two strange creatures looking like human beings doing something very strange on the road uttering words in a strange in a strange language. The only words I was hearing is accidents and it ended. I prayed against that in less than a minute and after finishing I posted this, "You can have a luxury and fit car, but it's only God who gives a safe journey. You can have nice and delicious food, but it's God who can give you appetite. In everything, learn to acknowledge God.
We passed through Chirundu boarder and around 15hrs in Chinoyi Town in Zimbabwe, I just heard a bang and I saw everything. I was very calm and I said Jesus, Jesus, Jesus and the bus was on the ground. I was sitting on the window side just found the soil inside my left ear and the window is broken. People are shouting and crying with blood allover, while others where trapped inside. Some were badly injured and one person died on the spot. I came out, and It was minutes later when I discovered that the borne on my right shoulder is moving on it's own. It was broken. I called my brother in Lusaka the one who escorted me from Ibex to Freedom Way, and told him that I'm in accident but I'm fine. I told him to tell the family that I'm okay except mum who was not feeling well fearing that she may be worse after hearing that I was in a RTA. I phoned others in Mansa, the same people I phoned when I started off. One friend said immediately I phoned in the morning that I have started off, he heard an audible voice loudly that "this is the last time you're hearing from him because he's dying." He asked me if I'm truly okay and I said yes, I even made a video call on whatsapp. We were rushed to to Chinoyi Hospital and admitted. After an X-ray was done, the doctor told me that "the borne on my right shoulder is broken and I need an operation and other medical attention but it cannot be done here because we are on strike. We just came because it's an accident." I was injected and given some pain killers to reduce the pain.
On 30th March 2018 around 01hrs another Juldan Bus came to pick up those who are not injured to proceed to South Africa and I came out of Hospital and proceeded to South Africa. We reached Beit Bridge and crossed over in South Africa around 19hrs same dsyt 30th March. Around 01hrs, 31st March 2018 I dropped off before reaching Johannesburg and went to Pretoria. I went in my hotel room and that's when I felt the pain. I failed to bath or even sleep. I felt like I was about to die. I had too much pain in my chest. I spent the whole day in Pretoria and early in the morning Sunday 1st April 2018, I started off from Pretoria to Johannesburg so that I can go and attend church service. One hour later I was in Johannesburg and few minutes after coming out of the bus at MTN TAX RANK, I was attacked by two armed men demanding money from me or else I'll be killed. I was robbed with some money and I went to my hotel room. I was very devastated. I know what the devil wanted is for me to say something bad about God but I can never do that. Few minutes later I went to church. Fast forward. I spent two days in South Africa and came back.
No one knew that I had a broken borne except those who were close to me. I wanted not to tell people that my borne was broken because of fearing of making me loose the faith I had that God will heal me without going to hospital. I refused to go to Hospital for an operation and believed God to heal me. (Please note that I'm not saying going to hospital was bad or lack of faith.) That was just my personal conviction. I was in bed for two good months in a very great pain. At the end of those two months, early in the morning around 5AM I shouted loudly that "Jesus is Lord, and not just Lord but my personal Savior." Immediately I felt somethin moved at my shoulder and I moved my right arm that was the end of my pain and I was healed immediately.
Following day I started using the arm to carry heavy things. God saved me, not because I was holier than others who were seriously injured or died but because I still have things to do on earth. I've not yet fulfilled God's mission in my life. The devil wanted to take me early but God said no. Friends, it's not every accident which is nomal or caused by marchanicle faults, some are caused witches and wizards, those people who wants you dead. Always pray when you're on journey and pray always for all those travelling to different destinations around the world. Stop all the activities of the devil because as a child of God, you carry more authority than those wizards and witches.
Peace!
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