Stop That Killing Or You See What Is More Than Man

Psalm; 89:34 – My covenant will I not break, nor alter the thing that is gone out of my lips.

The covenant-keeping God has confirmed His promise to the Chosen ones in the life of our brother by granting him a miraculous escape. Read his testimony below:

My name is Brother Chinedu Joseph. I reside at number 40 Zaoh Street, and my branch is Irawoh Branch.

After attending the program titled “Sorrow to Joy” held on the 8th and 9th of February 2025, on Monday, the 10th of February 2025, I boarded a bus to go to my business. I used the same spot I had used for years. As the bus began to move, I suddenly found myself in an unknown location.

All I remember was when the bus door opened, I was in the bush. Brethren, I saw people lined up in front of me, naked. The first person, a girl not more than 20 years old, was beheaded right before my eyes. The second and third persons were also beheaded.

As the fourth person was about to be killed, I made a comment and shouted, “Stop that killing, or you will see what is more than man.” The person doing the killing turned and asked who said that. I replied, “I am the one. I am a Chosen. The God of my pastor, show yourself immediately.”

The man killing called out someone named Champion. When Champion came out, I had never seen such a human before, his height and physique were enormous. He tried to lift me with one hand but could not. I noticed that I was not alone. I had to lift my hand to touch his chest, but with my left hand, I pushed him, and he fell four times. He could no longer stand.

The sound of his fall made a dwarf man come out. The dwarf asked, “What is going on here?” One of them explained how they brought me there. I declared myself a Chosen, and he stopped the killing. He then shouted, “I told you people, if you hear anyone who says he is a Chosen or wears that jacket, just corner them and carry them back.”

Brethren, the devil is wise but powerless. The man started telling me, “We are not for the children of Muoka, not for the Chosen people.” He then brought a chair and asked me to sit. He said he would take me home and treat me well. I was laughing inside because I knew the God of Chosen was with me. He brought me Hollandia yoghurt and a young girl, pretty and not more than 20 years old, tied in a wrapper. The man told me I could take her and enjoy myself. I stood up and told him, “If the girl were your daughter, would you give her to a total stranger? Our pastor preaches against these things. This place is not from God.” I told him that for the comment he made, I would tell people about it.

Brethren, I saw a heap of clothes of dead people, taller than a story building, and the phones of those who died there were also very tall. I imagined how such a thing could still go on in the country.

I told the young man he had wasted my time and that I wanted to leave with the people there, a total of eight. The remaining people were not in their senses due to what he did to them. Immediately, he brought out a tortoise, and when it touched their right, left leg, and palm, they remembered they were naked. He did it to all eight, and they regained their senses. I asked where their clothes were, and he pointed to where they were kept. They took their clothes and put them on.

To my surprise, the people he called were dressed in soldiers’ clothing with guns. They were asked to show us the way out. We walked a long distance, and one soldier asked us to go straight, and as we moved a bit, a man appeared and asked what we were doing there. I explained how I entered the wrong bus and how the God of Chosen saved us. He said, “This God of Chosen is so great, and He has saved you.” He asked us to follow him, and we reached a point where he stopped and asked us to walk two poles from where we were standing. We would find our way from there.

When we came out, two people among us were crying and shouting that they had spoken against the Chosen and never believed in the power of the God of Chosen. They asked for God’s mercy and declared themselves Chosen members immediately.

I was telling them what the devil had done to humanity, that a place God had made for people to be saved, being the Lord’s Chosen Church, the devil made the whole world and churches go against the church. I asked them, “If I wasn’t there with you, would your church save you?” They said no. That is how God saved us, and we came out alive. I want to thank the God of Chosen who saved me from the hands of those killers.

God of Chosen is so great!!

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