My name is Sister Nkechi Paul. I joined this great movement in 2003 and I worship at Idioroh branch in Lagos State. I am grateful to God for making me a member of this ministry.
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Last Monday, in my dream, I heard a deafening noise and I awoke in that dream to find out the cause of the noise, but I saw nothing. The next day being Tuesday, I was on my way to work, when I heard the exact sound that I heard in my dream the previous night. Surprisingly, I looked ahead and saw people gathered at a certain place and when I got there, it was a case of a fatal accident. I looked into the centre of where people where stand and I saw a dead boy lying on the ground. I was confused and did not know what to do, but my spirit said to me: “You usually see yourself in the dream praying for the sick and they will be healed, now do it here.” So, I pleaded with people around to help me raise the boy’s head, they hesitated initially, saying the boy was long dead, but later obliged me the request. I pulled off the apron that I was wearing and put it on the dead boy and shouted: “I am a Chosen three times and said, ‘God of my pastor where are you? Come and prove the word of your servant.’” Immediately, the dead boy came back to life. P-r-a-i-s-e, the Lord!

Immediately after this, I became a spectacle. And someone in the crowd asked: “What did l put in the apron that made the dead boy to come back to life?” I told him that our G.O anointed the apron for signs and wonders. As a result of this miracle, a sister gave her life to Christ and became a member of our church. P-r-a-i-s-e, the Lord!

Moreover, in my compound there were three young men in an occult that were never at peace with my prayers. Surprisingly, their leader threatened me and said that l will run away from the compound, adding that since l came to that compound that all he had been doing had scattered. I did not reply him, rather l went into my room and prayed to God to prove His powers and quit them from the compound. One fateful day, I returned from work in the evening and few of my neighbours came to tell me of how the boys confessed before the people in the street of how they had wanted to quit me from the compound.

According to them, the boys had gone to Ibadan to prepare some charm for me to pack out of the compound, but on their way back, around 12.00 midnight, three men accosted them and battered them blue-and-black. They returned half-dead to recount their experiences to the people in our neighbourhood, saying the Lord’s Chosen G.O sent three hefty men to beat them up. After listening to my neighbours, I told them that the boys must pack out of the compound and since that week, I have not seen them in the compound again. God of Chosen is so great. P-r-a-i-s-e, the Lord!
I pray for our G.O. that God will take him from glory to glory and grant him eternal rest in heaven hereafter in Jesus’ name.
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