As far back as I can remember, I always loved God. My family was Christian and I attended a missionary school in Zvishavane, Zimbabwe. As a young boy, I was involved in our church choir, the Scripture Union, the Preacher’s Club, and eventually became one of the youth leaders. Yet, despite all those Christian activities, there was no sense of satisfaction in my heart. I was doing everything I thought a Christian should do, but something was still missing.

After graduating from college, I started working and was no longer involved with church activities as I had been before. For a brief time, I took on sinful habits like drinking and smoking. Those choices made me feel even more empty inside. There was no happiness in my life, and I knew that whatever was missing was not something that work or friends could offer.

At age twenty-one, I reached a breaking point. I resigned from my job and went to stay with my parents. When my mom discovered that I had been involved in sinful habits, she was so disappointed. She hadn’t expected such things from me. She cried when she spoke to me about it, which made me feel even worse.

One night, kneeling by my bedside, I prayed a very short but sincere prayer: “God, I want to worship You in a righteous way.” I didn’t even know that there was a group of people who worshiped in that way; the prayer just came from my heart.

One night, kneeling by my bedside, I prayed a very short but sincere prayer: “God, I want to worship You in a righteous way.” I didn’t even know that there was a group of people who worshiped in that way; the prayer just came from my heart. But God saw my earnest desire and He was faithful to me.

A couple weeks later, I met someone who invited me to his church, the Apostolic Faith. At my first service there, I felt like the preacher was talking about me specifically—it was as if he knew exactly where I was coming from. I did not pray after that service, but a few weeks later, while visiting my brother in Bulawayo, something urged me to look for the Apostolic Faith there. I found it and went to a Sunday service.

As soon as I stepped inside the church building that morning, I knew it was a place where I wanted to be. The pastor preached about the New Heaven and the New Earth. He described the “city foursquare” so beautifully, and when the service ended, I went to the altar to pray. Though I didn’t know what to pray, the Lord helped me. I just told God, “I want to end at that city foursquare,” and God came down and saved my soul.

When I left the church, it was clear to me that I had found something I did not have before. There was so much joy inside! Back at my brother’s place, the first thing he said to me when he saw me was, “I can see you found the church.” It was clear to him too that something real had happened to me.

From that day forward, my life changed. My struggle with sinful habits stopped in an instant. I was hungry for more of God and started attending church services regularly. Soon, I learned about restitution. The Spirit of God led me to make right all the wrongs that I had done in the past. I went back to speak with managers from my former workplace and friends from school. I had to make restitution for a lot of wrong doings, and the Lord helped me to do it.

Another miracle God did when He saved me was to heal me of an ailment I’d had for years. Every summer, I would develop painful blisters on my feet, to the point that I would not be able to put on shoes. More than once, I went to the doctor and was given an ointment to use, but it did not take away the problem. One foot was so bad that I wondered if it would need to be amputated someday. However, the summer after I was saved, I found out God had taken away that disease completely. That was the first time in years that I was able to wear shoes the whole summer.

At church, I also learned about sanctification and began seeking that experience. In December of the same year I was saved, at my first camp meeting in Bulawayo, God sanctified me. The experience was just as real as salvation had been. At salvation I felt such joy, and when God sanctified me, He gave me an abundance of peace.

There was still more that God had in store for me. He knew I needed power to be able to serve Him. It was a few years later, as I was tarrying in prayer after a regular church service, that He baptized me with the Holy Ghost. It made another big difference in my life, because God gave me power to do more for Him.

God has done many wonderful works in my life, including leading my career in amazing ways. Around age twenty-eight, I started thinking about marriage, and I sought the Lord in prayer about it. In the right time, He led a beautiful woman into my life, and we married in 2007. Shortly afterward, He opened a way for us to relocate to South Africa through my work. The following year, we were blessed with a baby boy, Thapelo (which means “prayer” in Zulu), and God gave us a daughter, Kayla, six years later.

After living in South Africa for a few years, through my work another opportunity came up, which would have moved us to Canada. We really wanted to go there, and we tried everything to make it happen, but God did not allow it. We did not know why He closed the door to us. In time, though, we understood. In 2015, God opened a different door for us and allowed us to start a business in South Africa. He has blessed the business and grown it to include several employees, and we praise Him for it.

Over the years, God has healed our family many times, and those events have been spiritual landmarks in our lives. One time, my niece called to let me know that my sister had been admitted to the hospital. This was during the COVID pandemic and my sister was taken to a public hospital, which meant we were not allowed to visit her. We did not know what was wrong with her and the doctors refused to let us inside. I prayed about what to do, and God gave me the courage to put my faith in Him and ask the hospital to release her into her family’s care. To do that, they made me sign papers saying I was taking responsibility for the outcome.

I got on my knees and prayed, “God, heal my sister in this home where she has been brought. We do not want death in here, but we want her to recover.” God did a miracle for us.

When I first saw my sister, fear came into my heart. She could not walk or even talk, and it looked like her body was shutting down. I was not expecting to see her that way. I called my siblings and told them to come, in case this was the last time we would see her. When we got home, I had to carry her up the stairs to the bedroom. Then, I got on my knees and prayed, “God, heal my sister in this home where she has been brought. We do not want death in here, but we want her to recover.” God did a miracle for us. The next day, she started gaining strength. That day was a holiday, but we were able to find a private doctor who would see her, and He gave her some medications to rehydrate her body and help her recover. Little by little, she did recover, and today she is still alive and strong. From the way she looked when she first left the hospital, we can only thank God for sparing her life and returning her health.

Another miracle God did for us was in 2022, when our family was preparing to go to Bulawayo for camp meeting. At the last minute, my wife became sick. Our bags were packed and everything was ready to go, but she could not travel in her condition. I went to our bedroom and knelt and prayed to God, and He healed her instantly. By His grace, she was able to make the trip of over 800 km (500 miles) so we could all be at camp meeting.

In 2024, God brought all four of us to the camp meeting in Portland, and I praise Him for that as well. One thing that our family knows very well is that God is good! He has done wonders in our lives, and I give Him glory.