The 24th of July 2016 was Healing Service. I came to church and was seated at the back, left of the protocol department. In the course of the worship session, my faith and expectation to receive healing from a chronic case which I have literally lived with for almost twelve years came alive. I knew Jesus was about to do something about my case whether it was called or not. So without a thought, my hands were held. I was glorifying God for what I knew was about to take place. It was so palpable. I could literally touch the power of God at work and I knew I only needed to stretch my hand by lifting it up to receive it.
That lifting of the hand was the demonstration of my faith that connected me to my miracle. At the end of the worship session, I couldn’t put my hands down. I just kept worshiping and thanking God for my healing. Immediately Pastor Kech climbed up to the pulpit she connected with my lifted hands I believe, because she pointed at my direction and immediately declared very simply, “Yes, that person is expectant.” I knew that was for me because those were the very first words from her lips concerning anyone in the congregation. My healing was here and I wasn’t going to leave the service without experiencing it.
For many years, I have lost count of the specific number because of how long it had tarried but certainly not less than 11years. I saw blood in my stool whenever I used the restroom. At the early times, I took it for granted as it will come and go, but as the years passed by it became very consistent. I was encouraged by those I shared my experience with before I got married who said I should constantly drink water and that it will pass. It, however, didn’t pass. In the last four years, I observed that whenever I didn’t take sufficient water it was automatic that I will have blood in my stool and sometimes the blood will just splatter. My entire body system and organs will get agitated. Then I began to observe the protrusion of my anus whenever I used the restroom. I have had several thought bombs and have given several considerations to the challenge.
What I always did was to lay my hands in the morning and make declarations of faith for my healing and for the protrusion to dematerialize. However, my physical experience was that it was getting worse. I observed early this year that I could actually feel pains when I sit on hard surfaces. The protrusion had increased and more blood splattered when I used the restroom. A week or two to the Healing Service of 14th July 2016, I was driving past the New G.R.A from my office after the close of work and I saw a naked man who obviously had mental issues and his anus was literally hanging out. It was a sour sight to behold. The devil immediately hinted me that I was getting there. It was a tough thought. I rebuked it, cast and bound the thought but it was more difficult to deal with the sight or image, it kept flashing.
This time, the thought came very strongly that I have not been wise for failing to seek early medical solution considering my level of social and intellectual exposure. I have at several times considered going to the hospital for a medical solution and I have nothing against that in any way, but each time I gave it consideration, I apparently had no drive to do it. So I kept my confession of the Word and honestly, for a long period, I will also forget.
At this time what was obvious, was that my situation was getting critical, even the consumption of water was not abating the situation anymore. My anus was sticking out whenever I used the restroom and for almost a year I had blood in my stool almost ceaselessly and it splattered in the bowl. The tissue with which I wipe will be filled with blood. I had to control my bowel when using the restroom because of the pains and discomfort I experienced in the process and thereafter. I had kept all this to myself, not even my wife knew. She only complained that I used the restroom for a longer time than normal and that she observed I had difficulty passing stool. She will always encourage me to drink more water.
Then in the middle of the Healing Service, Pastor Kech specifically called out my case. She said, “There is someone here suffering from a pile condition. Your anus is already protruding. Raise your hand.” I immediately without hesitation raised my hand and she declared, “You are healed in Jesus’ name.” That morning had been one of my worst mornings. I had felt so much pain and discomfort owing to the experience and sitting down was not pleasant at all. I constantly contracted my anus just to ease the pain even while in the service, but just as Pastor declared, “You are healed,” I felt peace and calm in my anus. I was healed. The pains had gone. When I got back home and used the toilet, amazingly though I still felt protrusion, but blood did not splatter and there was no blood in my stool as opposed to my earlier experience that morning. I knew I was healed, but as usual, the devil would raise thought bombs, but I held on to my healing and kept thanking God for it.
A few days to the last Testimony Service in September 2016 I saw a slight sampling of blood when I used the restroom but I knew in my spirit that this was a mirage and I kept my thanksgiving. I also decided to work my mind off the experience.
I suddenly realized days after the testimony service that I have not been seeing any blood anymore when I use the restroom. I no longer felt any injury or discomfort in my anus when I used the restroom. I had to be contracting my anus to feel it when formally I did not need to. I have done self-checks and everything is returning back to 100% normal.
What is more, sometimes owing to my location and work, if I forget to drink water I no longer feel agitation in my body and anus as before.
I say like the woman with the issue of blood, “The flow of blood has dried up. I feel the change and know the plague is over and done with and I am whole again.”
Church, this is just God doing His thing by His Word using our dear Pastor, Pastor Kech through the Healing Service. Pastor, words are not fitting to describe how many lives are transformed and restored through your willingness to be used of Him in these services. I just want to thank Jesus for having you and for me it is a privilege and I am indeed grateful to God that our paths crossed.
