Doors Have Been Opened To Me


On the 11th of April, 1999, I joined some members of the Revival Fire Gospel Church in Idimu, Lagos, to begin a 21-day dry fast. The hunger for God was strong among us. That first night, we went to minister at the Redeemed Christian Church of God, Hosanna Parish, still burning with fresh zeal.

But it was on the second day, the 12th of April, around 2:00 p.m., that heaven opened.

I was in the church praying, deeply in the Spirit, when suddenly a vision appeared before me.

I saw a prison bar engulfed in fire. The flames grew stronger until the entire prison door was consumed, melting away like wax. I understood immediately—bondages were being broken.

As I continued praying, especially against anything standing in the way of my destiny, another vision came.

A woman appeared before me, staring defiantly. I commanded fire, and instantly she shrank, burned, and vanished like ashes in the wind.

Then the Lord granted me yet another vision—a door, burning intensely. It burned and burned until it cracked open slightly, and a milky, colored liquid began to pour out. I pressed deeper in prayer, and suddenly the door burst open completely, releasing a full flood of that substance. I knew the Lord was breaking barriers.

The following day, around 1:00 p.m., I was praying again in the church with Brother Christopher and Pastor Makinde. My eyes were opened once more.

This time I saw not one door, but three.

Three doors, all burning.

As the fire consumed them, each door opened, and again that same milky, blood-like substance flowed out—not just trickling, but pouring—until I found myself swimming in it. Then the voice of the Lord came clearly:

“Behold, I have opened to you THREE DOORS.”

Truly, the Lord is faithful.

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