A FabmimiBlog Reader's Testimony "THE DAY MICHAEL JACKSON DIED".

An FMblog reader sent this to me for you to read, this was how he gave his life to Christ.

My name is Peter. I am a Ghanaian and I hail from a Christian background. I have a lot of friends around the world but I cherish a
particular one. His name was Fela (not the popular Nigerian afro-beat maestro or the famous motivational speaker) He grew up on the shores of the pacific ocean in california in U.S.A and later moved to Lagos in Nigeria.




Fela and I were very good at doing what was wrong. We enjoyed staring at the buttocks of ladies on the street and their exposed breasts. We used to get drunk and indulge in all kinds of vices.

My gentle look belied my waywardness. Even my parents were taken in.
As a teenager I used to lie to my parents that I was going for vigil whereas I was going to the night club. On june 20, 2009; Fela was in the hospital. He had been beaten by some guys around where he lived. Till today, nobody knows why he was beaten.

His condition was pathetic because the beaten had rendered him completely immobile.
Around 1:35pm on june 24, 2009; I received a call that fela gave up the ghost. The news of his death sent jitters down my spine. I wept
bitterly and profusely. How I wish I could wake him up.

The next day, I was sober and I stayed in-door. The thought of how Fela lived his life took control of me. Ofcourse, I have heard and
read that a person who lived such a life will end up in hell. The gory picture of hell has several times been painted before me.

I felt if it were me, where will I have headed- HEAVEN or HELL? I was seized by. that thought when I also received the shocking news of the death of the world's most popular pop star- Michael Jackson.

Still in the afternoon of that day and precisely around 2:30pm I switched on the TV only to see a man of God saying "this message is
for you.' 'Don't tune off". This amazed me and I got stucked to the station till the sermon lasted. I needed no soothsayer or stargazer to
convince me that the message was for me. The man of God addressed my situation.

He hit the nail on the head. He was without an iota of doubt, God-sent. I was convicted by the holy spirit. All I could do was to respond promptly to the altar call. I knelt down and prayed for forgiveness.

I there and then gave my life to christ and since then my life has never remained the same. That was how I got saved on the day
michael jackson died.

Writen by @iamvictordo