I Feel Like a Millionaire
Bro. Patel

After that, Quincy took me home. I had been having a problem with my foot and leg, I had gone to one specialist, and he said that he could not do anything for me and charged me $150. I went to other doctors and spent $700 to $800, and I still had much pain in my leg. Quincy brought me to church that Sunday. That preacher announced, "Whoever has a leg problem, come to the altar". I didn't know what to do; but I saw other people going to the altar, so I went myself. The preacher prayed with each person himself. When he came and prayed for me, my pain was gone! I was jumping up and down and praising my Jesus! Since; then, I knew I could never be the same! My Hindu friends didn't really respond or understand what was happening to me. But I began reading the Bible, going to church 3 times a week.  After 3 Sundays, I had learned the way to Apostolic so I began driving myself. I began my new life. The Lord had touched me.
Then I went back to India for my daughter's wedding. We had cooked food for only 3,000 people, but over that amount ate. The Lord multiplied my food! He had stretched it to feed at least 1500 more people! I was talking to everyone about Jesus, although they really didn't understand. And the Lord gave me that miracle! I got in a victory march, praising God in the wedding party.
My second miracle happened after I returned to America in February 2000.  I started to feel sick, I was coughing and finally I was admitted to LBJ Hospital in March. I stayed there 3 weeks. I was dying; I had lost 20-40 pounds. The doctors couldn't find out what was making me sick.  Then they found I had tuberculosis, and immediately started the medicine, which I was to take for 6 to 9 months. My pastor, and church members were coming to the hospital to pray for me; I believe and trust in HIM and I know the Lord was going to raise me up. One young lady from the church told me to read about the life of Job in the Bible. I read the scriptures and knew that the Lord was going to heal and strengthen me, like Job! On April 2nd, I was sure that I was healed because I felt no more pain, no more sleeplessness, and I was able to eat again! All within 3 days the Lord healed me. The doctors examined me, didn't understand what happened to me, but said for me to go home and take my medicine. But I challenged the doctors! I am healed by my Lord Jesus Christ!

I was like Job, I had lost everything, but the Lord gave me healing and strength. The Hindu god I was serving brought me only misery, but when I got the Holy Ghost I got

everything. I became a Christian.  I feel like a millionaire, which is worth all the money that I lost!
I had money; but never had peace, joy and happiness.

My home is Gujarat, northern India, and Jujrat State.

My family, parents, 2 brothers and 2 sisters would be considered middle income. My parents were farmers who grew tobacco and wheat. They had a bull and a cow. We all worked the farm, and hired other people when necessary.

The money has always interested me, so when I left India in 1989, I went to Nairobi, Kenya (in Africa) to look for a good job and money. I stayed there over a month without finding a job, and then went to Kampala, Uganda, where I sold truck parts from a motorcycle. I lived in a Hindu temple each time, trusting my Hindu god, Swarmi Narayan. I earned good money, but by then a friend who lived in Houston invited me to visit. I stayed in Canada with a Hindu family, but I really wanted to get to America, so I called my friend and he again invited me. At that time, I had no visa to enter the country.

When I finally reached Houston, I had only $500 and the clothes I was wearing. My friend let me stay in his house, bought me clothes, and gave me a job at one of his service stations. I worked 7 days a week, 12 hours a day and earned a lot of money. After 4 years I went back to India, stayed 4 months, and returned to America in 1995 with a political asylum card. I worked in another service station for my friend, had some money in the bank and was staying with a fellow (Hindu) worker. He wanted to start a business, and I agreed to be a partner with him and invest my money. Instead he stole all my savings and my credit card, I was poor again. I became so miserable, I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep. 

I was working on another job, when the son-in-law of my new employer saw how sad I was and asked, "Would you like to go to church with me?"  That was September 5, 1999. I didn't know anything about the Bible, or Jesus, nothing.  He picked me up from my house. When I entered the church and sat in service I felt something different; I was crying and weeping. People were being called to the altar; the blessing and Quincy took me to the altar. Then the church leaders prayed for me. I was speaking in tongues. I got the Holy Ghost, they told me. All I know is that I was feeling good. Quincy asked me if
I wanted to get baptized and I said, "Yes!"

All my misery, worries were all gone! I felt very peaceful, much happiness. Just like I was born, just like I received a brand new body!  But I didn't know that what I had done had made me a Christian.