₦airaland Forum

jaephoenix:
You couldnt have died from that wound. There's no major vessels in the location around that scar. Grow some sense

jaephoenix:
When I keep on saying christians or generally theists are mostly retards, people say I'm hating.
You have a skin wound that usually take days to heal, and that happened , and now you attribute it to a god? You had a possible vasovagal attack which usually responds to external stimuli(the shout), and you have dragged your god into it? She could have shouted "Jesus is a cock sucker" and you'd have snapped out of it. Its not a possible hemorrhagic shock cos you would have collapsed
Why can't I see a smart christard?

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

Nnamdipapa:
We are not doing anything to improve our situations like the rest of world instead, we are using religion to console ourselves like drug addicts

victorVIC1:
@ OP, thank God for you. There's no point going back and forth with those who doubt the authenticity of your testimony.

In the last one year I have had major experiences that reinforce the doings of God. I don't even talk about them cos I'm in an environment where people hardly give credence to God but deep within my heart, I acknowledge and appreciate his doings. That is all that matters

jaephoenix:
Any evidence of this spirits?

huptin:
Many people have been saved from serious problems especially in Nigeria by the blood of Jesus. But some of them will still be denying it, trying to form woke

adeoyekay:
An Atheist spotted

Mcslize:
Kobojunkie A.K.A Judas1X won't like this testimony trust me. The shémale is an athiest who parades him-her self as a male and female on Nairaland jumping from one account to the other to talk down on God's majestic wonders and name and insulting people about.

I told the idiót that no one mocks God and stays alive for long. The shémale must die mysteriously. Till now the idiót is still doubting me.

All atheists must testify to the majestic wonders of the Almighty creator.

If they don't experience something terrible, they won't believe there is someone up there.

Shame on you Kobojunkie A.K.A Judas1X for choosing to be a useless athiest.

jaephoenix:
Do you know that most fatal accidents happen with the dead folks shouting 'Blood of Jesus'…

jaephoenix:
That's why they call it the opium of the masses

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.

jaephoenix:
Do you know that most fatal accidents happen with the dead folks shouting 'Blood of Jesus'…

jaephoenix:
Did you skip your meds?

victorVIC1:
@ OP, thank God for you. There's no point going back and forth with those who doubt the authenticity of your testimony.

In the last one year I have had major experiences that reinforce the doings of God. I don't even talk about them cos I'm in an environment where people hardly give credence to God but deep within my heart, I acknowledge and appreciate his doings. That is all that matters

GistMedia0:
I don’t know how it happened, bro! That was my experience as I narrated it… I knew I had lost a lot of blood, which could have required a blood transfusion. I kid you not—I was dying for real. My vision went blank, my body felt empty and dry… The only thing that revived me was her voice crying,"The blood of Jesus!" on my behalf.

Everything happened so quickly. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life because it affected my body, soul, and spirit. You see, death—the separation of the soul from the body?—is incredibly painful, no matter how it comes. That was the day I truly understood that life is nothing.

It’s when someone is about to die that they suddenly understand almost everything at once. Our physical body is so limited. You won’t believe it, but since that incident, I have never taken any blood transfusion. It’s hard to explain.

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.

jaephoenix:
Did you skip your meds?

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.

EmperorCaesar:
These things are hard to believe without video evidences

jaephoenix:
So what?

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.

lendahand:
dumb reasoning. See that guy lost a whole lot of blood and heaven gave him blood miraculously.

Mcslize:
Woes be unto you if you talk down on God's name and doubt his wonders. You will die mysteriously just for God to prove himself to you the doubter.

Maybe when you get to your grave, you can tell the story of your foolishness.

geoworldedu:
Lol. I have used my own name to achieve much more than this.

Kobojunkie:
But she was screaming in the room while you were going in and out of consciousness, yes or no? You cut your hand and somehow believe the blood you lost from that was enough to cause you to lose your life?