God is Real and God Exists

My names are Joseph Karanja and am a born again Christian.

Sometimes in the early 1990s, I was living in Kikuyu Town in a place called Kidfamaco. I was around 38 years, strong, energetic and full of life. However I was not saved and had less enthusiasm on my Christianity and my spiritual life. I had just resigned from the Bank to give more attention to my business which was doing well. Life was good and the money was there.

We used to meet with a group of friends at a bar which was by the road side as you enter Kikuyu Town. It was a daily routine and you would always know who was inside  the Bar just by looking at the vehicles parked by the road reserve.  We used to drink, chart, share jokes and make a lot of laughter. My daily routine was to drink 3 beers and head for home between 9.30pm to 10pm.

One day, we met as usual and when my time to go home was up, I bade farewell to my friends and headed to the place where my car was parked. But on reaching my car, I realized I could not trace my car keys. However after investigating I realized that I had locked my car keys inside the car and the keys were still hanging at the ignition slot. It would appear as I left the car, I pushed the lock  button  in then came out of the car held the door from outside, pulled  the door opening latch out and bunged wild still holding out. The effect was locking all the car doors using the central locking system.

Then, I realized I was in a big dilemma as the car was locked, the keys were inside and I could not drive. I decided to go back to my friends and consult. My friends offered all kinds of suggestions and it was finally  agreed that all those who had car keys accompany me to where the car was parked  so that their keys can be tried to see if there was any that could open the car. Keys were tried. None opened. It was then suggested that I take it easy and pay the watchman to guard the car until the following day when help would be sought. It was suggested that I accompany them back to the bar and take another beer as I waited for my friends to finish so that they could offer me a lift to my house on their way home.

That day we left the bar close to midnight and we were five in the car. My house was the nearest and so we agreed that I was to be the first one to be dropped. We reached outside my gate and as I made to open the car door to come out something  odd happened.

Suddenly the gate swung open and a group of people stormed out. I urgently dived back to the car, scared .We were all on shock wondering what was happening.

Suddenly one from the group shouted.” Baba Mary don’t fear it is we Baba Mwaura. We are your neighbors. please come out of the car. We are in your compound because there were thugs here and we have come to answer a distress call from your wife”.

We all stormed out from the car to hear more. It turned out that thugs had entered my compound and  had waited for a considerable time inside the compound judging  from the number of cigarette buts which were scattered all over the compound. It turned out that after waiting for so long they had formed the opinion that perhaps I was not going to come home. It was at this juncture that they had then started vandalizing the other car which was in the compound at which stage my wife heard them, and she shouted for help and neighbors responded immediately.

I was horrified as the truth on the danger which lurked inside my compound dawned on me. So my vehicle saved me from eminent death, when it refused to be driven home?

Surely this was not a very normal thing. There must have been a very strong hand of God behind the whole issue. Perhaps it was my guardian angel who saved me.

Indeed, God is real and God exists.