Field of Glory: The Morning I Saw Christ in the Sky

It was a few minutes to 5 a.m., on Monday, October 6th, 1997. I had been awake through the night, studying for my JAMB exam. The house was quiet. Everyone was asleep. I closed my books for a moment, sat on a chair, and bowed my head to meditate.

Then it happened.

Without warning, I slipped into a trance — sudden, deep, and supernatural.

In an instant, I found myself standing in a vast, endless field. The place was at first familiar to me, like the vast field of my primary school back home in South Ibie, Auchi. The air felt alive. The atmosphere carried a weight I cannot describe. As I stood there as if expecting something to happen, then I became conscious of a glow. A brightness. A presence.

I lifted up my eyes — still inside the trance — and what I saw shook me to my core.

I Saw Christ in His Glory

There, in the sky, was Christ, coming in a glory so overwhelming that human language fails to capture it. The light… the majesty… the power… the purity… nothing on earth compares to it. I felt as though my spirit would melt under its weight.

Then my attention shifted.

Men Running in Confusion

I saw a group of men — they looked like Hausa men — running across the field in confusion, speaking languages I could not understand. Their fear was intense, almost tangible. They ran back and forth as though trying to escape something unavoidable.

Then, another scene appeared.

The Red Horse

A red-colored horse, with strange colored stripes, galloped toward me. The one who sat on it — I could not see his face, I could not tell who he was. But the sight carried a prophetic weight, like something drawn straight from the book of Revelation.

Then, just as suddenly as the vision came…

I Returned — But Not Completely

I found myself back in a room. Still in the trance, I could hear voices — real voices:

My sister, Sister Maria, and my brother Nicholas, talking about exams… and about Christ.

But this added another mystery:

Nicholas was not at home at that time. He wasn't in Benin City, he was in Awka, Anambra State.

Yet in that moment, in the trance, I heard him clearly.

Then I came fully back to myself — trembling, stunned, and filled with a deep sense of divine revelation. I knew instantly that what I had seen was not ordinary. It was a warning. A prophecy. A glimpse into the spiritual realms.

I had encountered something bigger than myself —

A message sealed in heaven, revealed in a field at dawn.

I don't know why, but somehow I was convinced that the Islamic vast army will herald the coming of the Antichrist and will be rattled and defeated by the coming of Christ. I was also convinced that the Islamic terrorists or jihadist will only get stronger as the triumphant caught up of the church of Christ approaches.