GOD OF MIRACLES!
is a true account of my life-
I was born on August 18, 1948 in Ghana, a
small country on the west coast of Africa, with a population
of 18 million. My parents were peasant farmers who had no
formal education, but were interested in giving me the best
form of education they could, even though that meant almost
always having to borrow money to pay my school fees.
lived in a small forest village in the central part of Ghana.
But I never experienced the normal joy of family life as
my mother and fatherlived in separate villages, and I had
to live with my mother, occasionally visiting my father.
Things became worse when at the age of10 my parents divorced.
I continued to live with my mother who brought me up until
I entered high school in 1962. The government's fee-free
education policy at that time helped me through primary
I come to the main point of this article, let me tell you
a little more of my childhood. In Ghana, we don't have the
four seasons Japan has. The temperature is ideal throughout
the year, like mid-May or September in Japan. Those days,
my village had no electricity or pipe-borne water supply.
Our source of drinking water was a well and a small river.
Now, it's different, though. But as a child, I had to wake
up around 5 o'clock to fetch water from the wells. The earlier
one went, the better one's chances of avoiding a long queue
at the wells. Drinking water was boiled and kept in a clay
pot which cooled it before use. Water for other purposes
didn't have to be boiled.
kerosene lamps (lanterns: I saw one in Harajuku, Tokyo recently!)
provided light at night. The kerosene was bought from mobile
trucks which visited the village once a week, on market
days. My mother had only one lantern which she used to see
her way to the kitchen, outside and into our room. It was
the same light I had to use to study or do my homework.
Most of the time, my evening studies were interrupted by
a lack of light, and I was lucky if I could use the light
for one hour a night. When my mother was in a good mood,
she would give the light to me early (around 9 p.m.). But
the domestic chores would have taken their toll on me by
that time, and she would often come to see me dozing over
my books -- a good reason to be denied the use of the light
for the next few days.
ran for two sessions -- morning from 8:00 to 12 noon, and
afternoon session from 1:00 to 4:00 p.m. I usually went
home at lunch time to find my mother away to the farm, with
no food for me to eat. It wasn't her fault; she loved me
so much, and would often sacrifice her own breakfast to
ensure that I always had enough to eat for school. So I
understood the situation when there was nothing to eat.
Her main (and usually only) meal for the day was after her
return from the farm.
there was one thing she had in abundance, FAITH in God,
and this she passed on to me. Even though my father was
not a committed Christian, my mother was. In fact, my grandfather
(mother's father) was the one who introduced the Presbyterian
church into our village. I learned most of the Bible verses
I still live by from my mother. She taught me to pray and
how to commit myself to the protection of God by reading
Psalms 27 & 91 before going to bed every night. If there
is anything I am most grateful to my 90-year-old blind mother
for, it is the Christian virtue she imbued in me, and the
need to trust God for everything.
marked a major turning point in my life. I passed the entrance
examination for secondary school (high school). But in a
country whose educational system was modeled at that time
along that of Britain (former colonizers), I had to enter
the boarding house which cost a lot of money. My father
wasn't earning enough from his cocoa farm to see me through
and had to resort to borrowing throughout the seven years
I was in secondary (high) school. I remember that he had
to sell some personal effects to pay my first school fees.
The fact that I made it through high school was one of the
many miracles I would experience in my life.
survived through the grace of God who gave me the brains
to learn hard and pass all the major examinations. Cutting
classes to go home for fees became a regular feature of
my high school days. The worst experience was when I was
sent home for fees two weeks before my final examinations.
And all the money I owed was 14 Ghanaian cedis (theequivalent
of ONE yen!). Could you believe it? Of course, I don't have
to mention that I went through school without most basic
necessities -- not even textbooks, which I relied on friends
for. The three years I spent in university were no better.
An old school friend who had been lucky to win a scholarship
to study in the U.S.A. saved me by sending 30 dollars to
pay for my final examination fees on the very day registration
was closing. And as if that was not enough, I spent two
of the last four weeks before the final examination in hospital,
fighting a serious bout of malarial fever.
early years of my life may seem gloomy and difficult. But
I believe God, through these difficulties, wanted to show
me how much He loved me, and how He had set me apart for
His work. Of course, my life has seen its bright days, too,
and better days are still ahead of me, I believe. The way
I passed all the exams I took at school, majoring in English
at the university, and rising after graduation to become
the national director of culture in Ghana before leaving
for Japan in 1991 -- all these are ample testimony that
God has ordained that I be successful in life. And that
same God has given me the best wife in the world, a woman
who had to work hard to pay for my tuition in the university
when my parents could not cope any longer.
and I were formally married in 1972. At this stage, I thought
I was a Christian, going to church regularly, but I was
yet to be born again. In fact, it took two burglaries of
our house in late 1992 and early 1993 for us to rededicate
ourselves to Jesus. And since then, I have had a personal
experience with this man I have accepted and worship as
years into our marriage, we were still without a child.
In our part of the world, that was unthinkable, and enough
grounds for my parents to insist on a divorce. My wife became
a laughing stock in our church for her "bareness".
She had volunteered to teach (free of charge) at the church
kindergarten. But many parents scorned her, asking how someone
who had never given birth be able to take good care of their
kids. It was so emotionally draining that she cried through
most nights. In spite of our dedicated services to the church
and God, and our commitment to Christianity, we were still
unhappy without a child.
day after church, we decided to throw a challenge to God.
We believed that if He did it for Sarah, if He did it for
Rebecca in the Bible, if He is still doing it for many,
He could do it for us, too. I knew He loved us, and cared.
So instead of crying at night, as we had been doing, we
prayed all night. The next day, we started a six-day fast.
We told God that if He was indeed the same yesterday, today,
and will be forever, if He was the Almighty Father, the
Creator, then He should put a child in my wife's womb immediately.
Perhaps it was a bit arrogant to give "instructions"
to God, but you see, sometimes, God likes such a challenge.
It shows how much faith you have in Him.
month after the fast and special prayer, Kess became pregnant.
And when Mike finally arrived, he was called the precious
miracle boy. Not only had his conception been seen as a
miracle, but even the circumstances of his birth would show
the power of God. Six months into the pregnancy, all laboratory
tests on Kess showed she was NOT pregnant. But thank God,
her doctor was a Christian who believed in miracles. Usually,
a baby would be born after 9 months of pregnancy, in a few
cases earlier. In Mike's case, he was born after over ten
months into the pregnancy, and after three days of labor
best part was that we gave so much praise to God, that He
decided to make our joy complete. He gave us our third child
before Mike was three. In fact, in five years, we had had
four children -- one boy (22), and three daughters aged
21, 19 and 17. And you only have to see them to know that
they are very special, express delivery from God himself!
Mike is 190 cm tall, very handsome, while my daughters are
so pretty that they are often taken for models. Satan is
fond of attacking God's people, especially those who are
living witnesses to His love and power. Mike and the rest
of the family would soon be a prime target for Satan. One
Sunday morning, on Mike's 3rd birthday, we were going to
church when he was hit by a car. I still don't know how
it happened. But when I ran to pick him up, he was not breathing.
Moments later, I was carrying in my arms the lifeless body
of my precious son. Everyone around had given up, including
the driver who hit him, and who, in the absence of an ambulance,
was to drive us to the nearest hospital. My wife meanwhile
lay prostrate in the middle of the busy street, inviting
or daring the next vehicle to kill her, too. To her, life
was not worth living any longer.
screamed at the driver to drive on, then in a frenzy, started
to pray. I don't remember what I said, but the driver later
told me I was shouting at God that He couldn't take away
my son. And He didn't. I did a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,
and shouted, "IN THE NAME OF JESUS, WAKE UP, MIKE!"
Praise the Lord, Mike stretched the hitherto lifeless body,
and called out, "Daddy!" The driver couldn't believe
what had happened, nor could the doctors in the emergency
room, when we finally arrived there.
year later, the same Mike was to be given a wrong prescription
that knocked him unconscious, and turned him into something
undescribable, close to an animal. As he lay on the hospital
bed fighting for his life, it was my wife's turn to carry
on the faith. I had broken down in tears, but she kept praying.
Eventually, when he recovered, the doctor and nurses who
were on duty at that time decided to attend church with
us, and did commit themselves to Christ. They had seen another
miracle which defied their scientific knowledge. And the
one who did it was the master physician himself, Jesus Christ.
16, Mike was diagnosed asthmatic, and had to be on medication.
He was in Ghana with the rest of my children, while Kess
and I were here in Japan. At an Evening Praise Service at
Tokyo Union Church, where we worship, we prayed for Mike's
asthma. A month later, he and his sister joined us in Tokyo.
Praise God, for three years since he has been in Japan,
Mike has never had any asthmatic attack. All the prescription
drugs he brought from Ghana have expired, and been thrown
could go on and on, narrating incident after incident that
show that God really loves me, and that His miracles are
still happening. The Bible says if only we believe, all
things are possible. Even the way my first two children
are going through college has been a miracle. With my income,
there is no practical way of seeing two children through
an American university in Japan, without a scholarship,
in addition to two others in high school in Ghana. But Mike
and Ama have already started their junior year. I very rarely
talk about my problems, choosing instead to tell God directly.
But He always directs His people to offer me the help I
need. The latest one came from a friend this week who heard
the voice of Jesus while praying somewhere, telling him
to help my family go back home to spend Christmas together
for the first time in 5 years. He heard it from Jesus himself,
have told you what God has done in my life, what He has
meant to me and my family. I have told you of the many miracles
in my life. But to me, the greatest miracle, and the most
important happening in my life is that my wife and I have
both accepted Jesus as our Savior. Both of us are from dysfunctional
homes, and both of us had alcoholic fathers. For me to see
myself now as a child of God, that is a miracle! And this
miracle is yours for the taking.
believe we serve a living God, the God who loves us so much
that He sent His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, to come
to die for our us, to atone for our sins, and to reconcile
us to God. Jesus is the King of the world, the Prince of
peace who will bring peace and joy into your life, stability
into your family. And if you think the many things He has
done in my life are amazing, I tell you, He could do more
than that in yours, if you allowed him.
offer of salvation through Jesus Christ is available for
ALL, including YOU. Take it. His word assures us that He
does not reject anyone who comes to Him. No matter how terrible
your sins, no matter how wretched your past or present life,
no matter how serious your problems, Jesus loves you, and
is waiting for you. He came that you and I will have life,
and have it abundantly, says the Bible.
to Jesus, NOW, and let Him save you, like He did for me
and my family! God bless and guide you to make the most
important choice in your life: to accept or reject Jesus.
The choice is yours!