Elvis Boateng Story

My name is Elvis Duah Boateng.  I am a Master’s student in Chemistry at Texas A&M University-Commerce.

I was born in Ghana, West Africa as the last of four children. My parents were very keen about education, morality, integrity, success, and excellence in life's pursuits—academic or otherwise.  

These were my goals as I journeyed through life. As far as I can remember God or religion was never featured in our conversations.  It’s not that my parents didn't believe in the existence of a God, but ours was a family of “pragmatists” or “logical” thinkers who believed that “Heaven helps those who help themselves,” and that “hard work and wise decisions,” rather than a sole and complete reliance on a deity, were the keys to success in the life. Of course, these views were only specious. As mostly happens, in the bid to not “over-rely” on the deity, we tended to over-rely on our own wisdom and strength and thereby relegate God to the background, and eventually out of the whole equation. The deity then becomes only subsidiary in our daily lives—an afterthought—and one that, we soon imagine, could be effectively blotted out of the mind, not having risked much.

Although I still considered myself a Christian,  I knew from my personal bible studies that I wasn't saved because I had not yet consciously invited Jesus to be Lord of my life. I was living the life according to my own self-determined moral principles, not the word of God. Miraculously, I had remained a virgin by the time I completed college; however, I had become addicted to pornography and masturbation and was slowly getting into drinking too.
On December 22, 2010, at about 10:00 P.M. I sat in the living room and pondered over the happenings in my life over the past two years. I had obtained the fine opportunity to come to the U.S for my studies—the dream of every African student. Almost as suddenly as the opportunity came it had reversed leaving me in a state of hopelessness. I had trusted so much in my wisdom and even been credited with wisdom by friends, but at that moment my wisdom couldn't bring me out of my state of hopelessness.

Some Scriptures I had come across in my Bible studies started drifting into my head in that moment: “Where is the one who is wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world? For the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men” 1 Corinthians 1:20, 25 [ESV]. Also some portions of Ecclesiastes 6. Tears started streaming down my eyes uncontrollably—I couldn't hold back. The time for a decision had come. I sobbed in a way I had never sobbed since I became an adult. The Lord convicted me. I lifted both hands to the ceiling, and I heard myself utter these words from the bottom of my heart: “Sovereignty... Sovereignty... You're sovereign, Lord. I have been a fool. Please forgive me.”

Just then, there was a preacher on the radio who was preaching passionately about life, and the vicissitudes of life. She said there was somebody out there who had worked hard on something for a long time, but had lost it all, and she wanted to pray for that person. I knew God was speaking to me. I invited Jesus into my heart that night, and I felt peace and calm settle over me. I was born again! The anxiety that I had carried for many years suddenly departed. In the days that followed, I made it a point to wake up every dawn and prayed for strength and enablement to go forth and share the word of God with friends and relatives.

One Sunday morning, after my regular prayers as I sat up to read the Bible the Holy Spirit brought the Scripture Ecclesiastes 3:4 to my mind: “A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” The next day I listened to a preacher on radio. He was preaching on “The Anointing of the Holy Spirit.” He started talking about a young man who received the gifts of the Holy Spirit, and he enumerated the gifts. As soon as he mentioned “spirit of laughter,” laughter started welling up from within me. I started to giggle, and then it broke into fits of uncontrollable laughter. I laughed until I fell to the ground, and continued to laugh for about fifteen minutes, completely unable to subdue it. After the laughter fits ceased, there was an inexplicable joy, and a feeling of warmth in my heart which has remained up until now. I asked Jesus to baptize me with the Holy Spirit according to His promise in Luke 11:13.  I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit and the speaking of tongues on the morning of March 3, 2011 while I was praying. My lips began to utter some strange sounds and later a stream of words that was entirely foreign to me. God started using me in amazing ways that I cannot attempt to recount all here. For example, He demonstrated His healing power through me when I prayed with a friend who had been attacked by asthma and was writhing in pain in bed—he had had it for 33 years! He told me, when I saw him later that day, that approximately six minutes after I left his, he felt something leave his body and he shot up from bed and went to wash his clothes. Hallelujah! My Jehovah's Witness friend came home that evening and heard the testimony—he had previously told me that God doesn't heal in the way we see in the book of Acts anymore.

 Beloved, Jesus saved me from my addictions and gave me eternal life.

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