Remy

“I went to the conference high on weed, listening to secular music — and came back wanting nothing to do with alcohol or weed. He stripped the taste of it from my mouth and replaced it with himself.”

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Before you watch

This testimony moves from a Nigerian Muslim household through rejection, same-sex experimentation, and drug use to a dramatic Holy Spirit encounter at a college conference. What makes it distinctive is the intellectual depth — Remy did not just feel her way to Jesus; she studied her way there too, and her clarity about why Islam and Christianity cannot be the same God is unusually precise.

What this story teaches

People raised in religious systems that make God distant and transactional often carry a hunger for personal relationship they cannot name — and when they finally see someone who actually knows God, the contrast is immediately recognizable and irresistible.

How God moved

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Remy's Christian Walk

Prayer

Is today your day?

Yes — I'm Ready
Just ask him

“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”

Luke 11:9

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