DEAD RAISED TO LIFE

DEAD RAISED TO LIFE: I NEEDED A COMPOUND TO START A CHURCH

One day after praying for 3 hours I got a call from a sister. She used to be a friend. Actually, her father spent almost a year in a coma. They spent all the money on those hospitals but in the end, he died. Then the sister called me to inform me that her father has just passed away.

I could hear people crying in the background as we were talking. I told the sister that I am coming. I don't know what caused that sister to call me because she is a member of the church that excommunicated me.

I came to her place. There were a lot of people crying. I told everybody to get out of the house. Then the sister led me in the room where the corpse was. I began to pray for the corpse, then the voice of Jesus said to me, “Lay your hand on him”, which I did. After some minutes of prayer, I heard the voice saying, “He is OK now.”

I told the sister that the father is OK, don't cry anymore. But the corpse was still lying there without any movement or life whatsoever. Then I went away. The sister told the crowds, “The pastor said my father will be OK.”

After 3 minutes of leaving the place, the people in the compound saw the man who was dead coming out of the house. There was panic as people were running away. The man said, “Don't run, it's me.” Then he asked to wash, and after washing, he asked for food.

After eating, he asked his daughter to call me. I was already far when I received the call. She said her father has come back to life and he wants to talk to you. When I came back, the father said to me, “I don't have money to give you but as your God brought me back to life, I offer this compound to you so that you can start a church.

I was surprised that the man talked about opening the church because recently Jesus wanted to open a church. Afterward, we started the church in the house of this man. As the place became overcrowded, we had to move to another place.

A few days later I was praying deeply. As I prayed so long I saw myself in a hospital. Then I saw the Lord Jesus Christ in that hospital. He said, “Joshua follow Me.” Then I followed Him. There were a lot of people in the reception and waiting room. Then Jesus took me to an office and said, “This is your office. You are from now on the leading doctor in this hospital.”

Then Jesus said, “Follow Me.” I followed Him. Then the Lord dressed me in a doctor uniform upon which there was a label that says “Leading Doctor”. After putting on doctor uniform, we went and entered the surgical room. There were other doctors there. We started to perform a surgical operation on a man who was lying on the table. There were many people that were to be operated as the queue was long. We performed surgical operations on many people. But I noticed that there were no scars left on these people.

As I was the leading doctor in that hospital I went out to check whether they were still a lot of people waiting. I noticed that only a few were left. I encouraged them and I told them we won't take long before we attend to them. Then I went back to the surgery room. After some time we ended these operation procedures and we went out.

Then Jesus Christ said, “Joshua, remember you are the leading doctor.” Then He disappeared. But before disappearing the Lord gave me guidelines and principles on how to go about healing people. I asked the Lord how come there were no scars in all these operations that we performed. Jesus said this is the medicine of God. Then the Lord disappeared. When my spirit came back to my body the Holy Spirit told me that this is all about the gift of divine healing and this is my specialty. But I am not supposed to disclose the guidelines given to me by Jesus Christ in the media.

JOSHUA LOKAMBA 2

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DEAD RAISED TO LIFE

Finally, I arrived in the village. I saw many poor people there. I introduced myself and began to talk about Jesus, about salvation and all the miracles He did. The patriarch of that wooden house where I stayed was almost a hundred years old. He lost a person from his family.

A great-great-grandmother said, "You talk so much about this Jesus. My uncle died two days ago. So far no sorcerer has been able to bring him to life. None of his gods have been able. Not even the chief sorcerer has managed to make him live and you tell me Jesus brings the life. If this Jesus came to bring the life to prove this now for my family and all here we will accept his Jesus.”

The patriarch's great-grandfather had his uncle's body brought to me. That corpse had been wrapped in cloth for two days. They still had not buried him waiting for the miracle. The patriarch's great-grandfather said that I would be the last to try to revive his uncle. If this fails, then he will be buried.

I said, "I cannot do this. Only Jesus who has the key to death. Only He who can give life. I do not determine anything. Only Jesus does. The word says that man is subject to die once. Then the judgment comes. If he died, it was because the day of his departure had come.”

The great-grandson of the patriarch said, "Then your God is a farce.”

I said, "I cannot do this. I cannot go against the word of God. If he said that man dies and follows his judgment, I cannot make anyone return from death.”

The great-grandson said, "Then you will be stoned and we will throw your body in the river like crocodile food.”

I said, "Okay, do not do anything to me. I'll try to make your uncle relive.”

They brought the body of the deceased wrapped in the cloth and placed near me at six in the afternoon. I began to cry to God to put the spirit of life of that man in the body. I was given ten hours of the night to raise him to life.

I was exhausted and tired of praying. “You have until four o'clock in the morning. If we cannot, we will bury our uncle and you will be stoned to death.”

“Now I and my family are going to sleep. Some men from the community will be watching over you not to run away. “

While those men kept watching me all night, I saw my failure. I was already thinking about my death when the hour approached at four in the morning. Even so I prayed with faith. I did not let my weakness overwhelm me. I began to think of the revelation that God had given me that I would die in that Last experience. I wondered, "Has the hour of my death come? Will I die at the hands of these men being stoned to death?”

It was four o'clock in the morning. I prayed to the stronger God, saying, "Lord hear me. Help me, do not let me die, raise this man up,” but nothing happened.

I was on my knees before that body. When they came to me the dead body is shaken and that corpse began to cough. That corpse rose from the ground. Jesus raised that man. Those people came to believe that Jesus is life. I won that whole village.

Only the sorcerers who did not convert, but had hatred for me because they could not make the dead walk. The chief sorcerers were full of hatred for me. Now they had no more credibility. The gospel gained strength in that place. The dead rose. I took a shower, changed and also became rejuvenated.

KENZO ATSUSHI IN CONGO 2

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DEAD RAISED TO LIFE

Jesus took me to a hospital to pray for a young woman. The girl was already dead and breathing through the devices. With her mother's permission, I asked them to turn off the appliances. She was no longer breathing, there was no pulse, and her vital organs did not work.

I do not have the gift of the miracle or the cure, but the Holy Spirit said, "It is not yet time for her to leave, I have work in her life." I never resurrected anyone, it was a challenge for me. I placed my hand on her hand and prayed to God. I asked Jesus to send the spirit of life. The girl sighed and opened her eyes. The doctors were amazed, the girl's mother rejoiced. All the doctors and staff of that hospital gathered in the room and heard me preach the Gospel. Many had already given their lives to Jesus only through the miracle of the resurrection.

ROBERT ATSUSHI FOURTH EXPERIENCE

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