I gave my life to Christ at a very young age. I was 4 years old and it was quite an experience.
I woke up one night from a terrible nightmare that was tormenting and scary for a young child. In my fear, I screamed awake. Luckily for me, my aunt was in the same room and heard me scream from my sleep. She spoke to me about Jesus and led me to say the sinner’s prayer. She told me that Jesus was able to protect me, keep me and fight my battles. She calmed me down and I went back to bed only for me to continue the same dream.
In the dream, what I saw was a masquerade-like looking demon with eyes all over its body. It was trying to grab hold of me but I kept dodging and trying to avoid it. I couldn’t hold it; I couldn’t fight it. I screamed, ‘Jesus!’ in my sleep. I don’t know where the power came from, but all of a sudden the demon was frozen like a statue, though all the eyes were still moving and looking at me. It couldn’t move, it couldn’t do anything; it couldn’t reach or touch me. I woke up and realised the name of Jesus was the name above all names.
I’m still born again today, over 20 years after this experience and trust me it hasn’t been a simple journey. But the name of Jesus remains at the back of my mind. He’s the only one that can keep me and fight for me. Jesus is so real that every day I realise more and more that he is there, waiting for us to call his name and reach out to him.