Life Changer……

The below testimony is from our board member’s new husband. It is proof that giving your life over to the Lord can make you a “new creation in Christ”. 2 Cor 5:17. May you be Blessed by his testimony. In the Lord’s Service–Rita Beach

Some people doubt miracles happen today. I would say such an argument is right to a person who has not experience the power of God. Allow me reveal to you the miracle God has done in my life probably that would change your mind about what God can do or not do.

Like any lucky child I was born in rich loving family though I was the only child born outside wedlock. I didn’t feel the pinch of this until HIV/AIDS robbed of me my parents. My mother died in 1988 and my father died in 1992. Hell broke loose!

Being the only step son I was mistreated by my sisters and brothers. They saw no reason of me receiving the love of my stepmother. I was an outcast.
They used to tell me to fetch water using a big jerry can and failure to do so I would be beaten or denied food. I suffered a lot under the care of my step mother and her children to the point that I chose to run away. The street of Masaka town became my refuge at the age of 13.

I was a street child for about two months. I had to carry jerrycans of water to earn money for food. I had to carry approximately 8 jerrycans per day in order to earn shillings 200 for lunch and supper. Occasionally I would carry 10 jerrycans if I wanted to also have breakfast. I didn’t bother changing clothes because I had no money to buy new clothes. I hardly bathed because I had no money to buy soap and water to use. It is amazing I never fell sick at any one time.

My nights were a nightmare. In the cold I had to either sleep on people’s varanders or take refuge in trenches sometimes hiding from the police that often tormented us. I am gratefully I was never caught by any policeman. I was a sad boy. I had a choice to return home but I decided not to because I dreaded going back to be mistreated by my brothers and sisters. I was not even sure they would accept me back. So through thin and thick I had to survive no matter what.

Thank God one afternoon a Japanese man called Osan came searching for children to help off the streets of Masaka. He came to our street and asked if any child needed help. I was the first one to raise my hand. By then I loved white people. This Japanese got my contacts and took me up for care plus five of my friends. I was privileged since I knew a little English. So I stood out as his favorite boy since I helped interpret for the boys what he said with my limited broken English.

This Japanese man Osan took the six of us to a place called Mutuba garden. We stayed there for two and a half years. He trained us how to read and write in English and Luganda. He also brought us teachers to teach us mathematics.
His plan was to take us to his technical vocational institute in Rakai. He trained us to a point where we could compete with the mature children in his school. We were given four options of courses to do and all of us chose to do a course in building plus the compulsory course of Agriculture.

Before the Japanese took us to his school he took us to Kampala to tour. We toured places like Sheraton,, Uganda Museum and other interesting places. We even made our shopping in Kampala city. Notably we used to go work even though Mr. Osan cared for our needs. We normally carried people’s luggage in Masaka during the day. Part of the money we earned was kept in Osan’s bank. This taught us how to save. We used some of this money to shop for the things we needed as we prepared to join Kakuuto technical school in Rakai.

At Rakai I studied for 3 years. I came back to Masaka in 1999 and found my former colleagues still living on the streets of Masaka. These people badly influenced me. They had no jobs and so used to steal to survive. We used to feast on this stolen money and also buy drugs like heroin, cocaine and marijuana. With the influence of drugs I lost interest in finding work to do though I was a skilled builder. My life was surely wasted.

In 2000 my life overturned. Gospel preachers led by a woman pastor called Pr. Beatrice Kitende came to Masaka town and preached for days about the saving grace of Jesus Christ.
My friend got saved and convinced me to get saved too. I admired him since he had stopped smoking so fast. I was persuaded to get saved too since I was tired of my old ways. I went to church and confessed Jesus as my Lord and savior. The week after I confessed I was filled with the Holy Spirit. From then salvation became interesting and life was no longer hopeless.

Now before me was a battle of overcoming the addiction of drugs, alcohol and smoking. I stopped smoking first. I overcame kali first, sportsman and then rex. I remained with the battle of fighting against alcohol addiction, cocaine, heroin, mariyungi. It took a while for me to overcome these three. God gave me the power to overcome all these through prayer and ministry work. My biggest challenge was cocaine. I used to go to Minister God’s word under the influence of cocaine. People could barely know because by then I was a very smart clean man. Only my prayer partner knew I was high and God of course.

I recall one day I had closed myself in a room praying the whole day. I got a revelation in a vision showing me lifted up high above my fellow gangsters. I was encouraged knowing that one day God would lift me up from hooliganism above my fellow gangsters, that caused me to pray even more and yearn for total deliverance.

Like I said cocaine was a big lion. But with prayer and reading the word of God I managed to overcome it. It was revealed to me that sin had no dominion over me. I was told to be strong and disciplined. And indeed I overcame it too after a long struggle. It is over 8 years now ever since I received my total deliverance.

What I want to tell people is that God has power to deliver you from every bondage. God can change anyone and miracles still happen. All we have to do is to tell God whatever bothers us and not hide anything since He is the one who created us. God can change anyone is they surrender.

Today am free indeed and sober. I am married to a beautiful woman called Ritah Muyanja with no children yet. My wife and I are gospel artists and ministers of the word of God in our church called Good News. We have big plans and one of them is to build a technical vocational school that will take care of vulnerable neglected children so they have a life to live.

I guess Mr. Alex Muyanja, ak Sojc, would be dead by now if it had not been the power of God to change him. Try Jesus He is the answer to all your problems. His power can change lives even yours.

God Bless,
Alex Muyanja