by Joseph Opare

Created on: May 13, 2007   Last Updated: May 16, 2007

The year was 1989. I'd been fasting for almost two weeks, from six in the morning until six in the evenings. I'd break my fasts in the evening with something light and found myself praying about five hours per day. Before the event you are about to read I prayed between one and two hours per day. You may be asking why I was praying so much; well read on.

For my A-level studies, I attended Sekondi College, which was at that time in a converted old army barracks in the middle of Takoradi, Ghana. I learned some of my greatest lessons on spiritual warfare in this boys and girls boarding school.

To be honest with you this school wasn't my first choice, I tried to get back into my old school (Ghana National College) but the Lord told me that I wouldn't go back. Instead he had an assignment for me elsewhere.

When I arrived on the school campus I was disappointed by the look of the wooden buildings and the small size of the overall place, but when God has an assignment for you he just knows how to strategically place you.

Instead of sticking to God's plan of action I was backslidden for a year, smoking marijuana, drinking and chasing women. One night I blacked out at a nightclub after drinking too much of the local gin (called "akpeteshie" in Ghana). After dancing briefly I stumbled over onto a grassy area behind the dance floor. When I awoke someone had stolen some of my belongings including my brown suede boots. I had to walk back to the school campus in my socks accompanied by a young Ghanaian police officer who laughed at my plight.

The next morning I felt disgusted with myself. When I drank some water I started to get tipsy again as if I had gone out drinking. I told the Lord if he got my stuff back for me within 24hours I would come back to him. That same afternoon one of the people who went to the nightclub with me knocked on my cubicle door bearing the
majority of the items I'd lost. I was left with no choice but to keep my pledge.

The next morning I heard the sound of prayer coming from another building on the campus, so to keep my pledge to the Lord I decided to explore the source of the noise. Upon further inspection I discovered that these were the school intercessors. At first they didn't want to receive me because they thought that I was a lost cause, but when they found out that I had more knowledge on intercession than they did, God made me the group leader by the end of two prayer cessions. And so my assignment began.

Fast asleep one morning I was awoken about

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