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GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started closing up within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

Nnamdipapa:
2025 the age of AI, IoT and unlimited information yet, people still believe these nansense?

DropsMic:
Lol. I have accepted that our people are mentally inferior.

GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started closing up within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

GistMedia0:
If it was my name she screamed, I would never have survived it, sir. My sins were too many... I pray you never experience it.

erad:
Smh...

If she was screaming your name, the same exact thing would have happened. It wasn't the name she was calling that brought you back, it was the noise in itself that awakened you from your slumber.

It's best to understand things before giving superstitious explanation to everything.

erad:
Smh...

If she was screaming your name, the same exact thing would have happened. It wasn't the name she was calling that brought you back, it was the noise in itself that awakened you from your slumber.

It's best to understand things before giving superstitious explanation to everything.

AbuTwins:
Ah!

Why didn't Jesus shout this so that he won't die?

What about John the Baptist?

Nnamdipapa:
2025 the age of AI, IoT and unlimited information yet, people still believe these nansense?

achillesfoot:
E shock you abi

Nnamdipapa:
E shock me die. Reason I never step in a religious center.

Omoawoke:
I don’t understand, did Jesus do blood transfusion for you?

Did his blood group match yours?

EmperorCaesar:
These things are hard to believe without video evidences