From Cult Covenants To Complete Restoration

Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered?
But thus saith the Lord, Even the captives of the mighty shall be taken away, and the prey of the terrible shall be delivered: for I will contend with him that contendeth with thee, and I will save thy children – Isaiah 49:24-25 (KJV).

Indeed, no covenant is too strong for God to break. When He steps in, darkness flees and destinies are restored. This is the remarkable deliverance of Brother Sunday, whose story you’ll read below.

Chosen, praise the Lord. My name is Brother Sunday, and I am from Warri in Delta State.
Before I became a Chosen, I was involved in a cult. The name of the cult was “Glory Altar Destiny Changer” in Abuja. I joined it when I was still a young boy struggling to survive. I grew up doing all kinds of menial jobs just to feed myself because life was very hard at home.

One day, a man named Akwuchobi introduced me to the cult. I went there at night, and that was when I was initiated. During the initiation, I was forced to drink blood. After that day, I no longer felt like myself. For almost two weeks, everywhere I went and everything I touched smelled like blood.

When I joined the cult, I agreed to collect money from them, and in return, I would die after three years. After the ritual, money started flowing. I was sending money home to my mother, but she kept asking questions and was suspicious of where the money was coming from.
At one of the cult meetings, they showed me my younger brother in a mirror. His tongue was pulled, and they tied him up spiritually. They told me I must kill him. I refused. That was not what I agreed to. Then they said I was just a small boy who didn’t understand the kind of place I had entered. They warned me that there was no going back.

At that time, I wasn’t a Christian. I ran away from the meeting, and they chased me, but their leader eventually told them to leave me alone. Soon after, I started getting calls that my brother Chidera had become paralyzed at home. He couldn’t stand, talk, or move. They took him to a Catholic church. Some parts of his body started decaying and smelling. My father tried to care for him the best he could.
Later, I also fell sick and was brought back home. I could still walk, but my condition was not good. One day, someone told us about a church called The Lord’s Chosen. Around that same time, my father’s blood pressure became very high, and sadly, he passed away.

Not long after, we heard that our G.O. (General Overseer) was coming to Enugu for a crusade. I decided to attend. When I entered the crusade ground, I kept hearing the G.O. saying, “Young man who joined a cult, your soul has been tied down.” That was my first time seeing him, and I knew God was speaking directly to me. He kept commanding in prayer, and suddenly something left my body. I received new strength that day.

My brother’s case was worse. He was almost a year in that condition. We had no money left. My mother was using her hands to clean his body because he couldn’t help himself. After I was delivered, I told my family to take him to Chosen. Even though he smelled badly, we took him there. At that time, Pastor Moses was in Nsukka. He’s now in Abia State. God used him and others in Chosen to restore my brother’s health.

After that, I traveled to the North. I had a dream where the cult leader appeared with a sword, ready to kill me. But in that same dream, our G.O. appeared and told me to step aside. He said the battle was not mine. Fire came out from the G.O.’s body and consumed the cult leader. He fell down and died in the dream. The G.O. then told me, “Your younger brother, whose system was not working, is now free.” When I woke up, my brother called me and said he was feeling better. I was shocked and grateful.

Later on, before I moved back to Delta, I started having problems with my health. I noticed my manhood was no longer working properly. I went to the hospital, and after several tests, they said I had damaged blood vessels affecting my veins, even the major one connected to my manhood. I began trusting God for healing, but later gave up hope.
One day, a Chosen pastor named Pastor Nnamjike came to Warri. I was sitting in church coughing when he walked past me. He stopped and asked why I was coughing like that. I told him I had malaria. He asked me to follow him. When we got near his office, he tapped my chest and began to pray with great power. I fell under the anointing.

Later, I boarded a vehicle to Anambra State. Before reaching Onitsha Bridge, I felt heat all over my body and a strange movement in my trousers. I asked the driver to stop. I wasn’t even pressed, but I went to a public bathroom to check myself. What I felt confirmed that healing had started. Out of joy, I even left my clothes behind in the bathroom without caring. I went straight to a food joint and bought food to eat.

When I returned, I told Pastor Nnamjike everything. He encouraged me to go for a medical test to confirm the healing. I went for the test, and the result showed I was completely healed. My manhood had been restored.
I want to thank this great God of Chosen for calling our G.O. in this end time. If not for God, I don’t know what would have happened to me and my family. God is using our pastors all over the world to perform miracles and wonders.
To all Chosen members, I say remain steadfast. This is the last bus stop. I wish all Chosen members and our General Overseer Heaven at Last.

Are you caught in something you feel you can’t escape? Have you made choices that seem irreversible? Just like Brother Sunday, God can pull you out, heal you, and rewrite your story. Don’t give up hope.
Join us at The Lord’s Chosen Charismatic Revival Movement — the God of miracles is still doing wonders. Visit any of our Worship Centre near you and experience your own deliverance. Your testimony is next, in Jesus’ name.