Personal Stories

For quite some time, I had stopped reading the book, Unmerited Favor. But recently, I picked up the book again. I continued from where I left off and it happened to be where Pastor Prince wrote about how David defeated Goliath.

At the lowest point of my life—struggling to get into university, depressed and beating myself up—I cried out to God.

I was diagnosed with streptococcus infection (a bacteria that causes disorders such as strep throat, pneumonia and bloodstream infection) and experienced unbearable pain in my head, hands and feet.

Pastor Prince, there was a period in my life where my Bible study time was so lifeless and dry. I would read the Word but couldn’t get much out of it. I started to feel condemned and guilty and stopped reading the Bible for a long time.

Pastor Prince, I started listening to your messages when a friend recommended them to me. I was skeptical at first, but they immediately resonated with my spirit. I couldn’t help but listen to them even more.

I started experiencing God’s protection tangibly after listening to Pastor Prince’s sermon on Psalm 91. I was confessing God as my refuge and my fortress. I was also declaring that I’m covered by His protective wings.

Early last year, I woke up one morning and couldn’t open my mouth. When I tried to do so, there was a “cluck” sound. I had difficulties brushing my teeth, eating, and even yawning.

I started listening to Pastor Prince preach on a Christian channel. Some time later, the Holy Spirit led me to read Pastor Prince’s book Grace Revolution.

I became a Christian when God showed me that my life’s purpose was found in His Son, Jesus. From that moment on, I decided to get involved in ministry by serving as a youth overseer in my district.

In 2008, doctors discovered 7 lumps in my left breast and one in my right. They were thankfully benign. In 2012, the number of lumps on the left grew to 8. I was told to do a follow up 6 to 12 months later. Shortly after, we welcomed our first baby so I ignored the doctor’s advice to do a follow-up. I also did not follow up out of fear.

During my secondary school days, I was extremely notorious and caused many problems to my peers, school and family. I was also involved in gangs and vile activities that harmed both my body and the people who cared about me.

Growing up, my son, Zachary, had delayed speech, was violent, would zone out for hours on end, and do just one thing all day. Sometimes, he was also uncooperative. Feeding time could not be delayed—if we were late by even just five minutes, he would just move on to play and there would be no getting him back to the table for the meal.