He Is More Than Just a God

By Ramovha Khathutshelo

This book not only encourages you to become to be a Christian, but it encourages you to encourage others about the power and second coming of Christ. It boosts your faith and tells you who Jesus Christ really is.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Jun 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781449796624

Ramovha Khathutshelo

The author was born in Limpopo Province, South Africa in 1986. Following high school, he attended Central Johannesburg College Parktown Campus and acquired a qualification in financial management. He opted to enter the legal field and worked at L P Molope Attorneys in Johannesburg. Since 2009, the author has been working at the same law firm. He is particularly interested in participating in charity initiatives and church activities at the Greater Calvary Church and though not yet married, he is in a courtship with Pinkie Makhavhu, a financial management graduate.

Book preview

He Is MORE

Than Just a GOD

By Ramovha Khathutshelo

logoBlackwTN.ai

Copyright © 2013 Ramovha Khathutshelo.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

WestBow Press books may be ordered through booksellers or by contacting:

WestBow Press

A Division of Thomas Nelson

1663 Liberty Drive

Bloomington, IN 47403

www.westbowpress.com

1-[phone]

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

ISBN: 978-1-4497-9661-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4497-9663-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4497-9662-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013909575

WestBow Press rev. date: 6/12/2013

Table of Contents

He Is More than Just a God

My Life in Tshirolwe

Time of Misery

Turning Away from the Tavern

My Life in the City

Part-time Job

My First Trip from the City to Venda

My Village, Tshirolwe

Back to the City

The Holidays and Afterward

Realizing My Dream

Second Chance

Fleeing to Venda

My Journey without Jesus Christ Continued

The Driving Test

A Brush with the Law

School Continues

My Life at L. P. Molope Attorneys

The World Cup Year

Alcohol

Indulging in My Sins

Holidays in Venda

The Ghost

Turnaround in My Life

A Calling

Falling Faster

Exposed

Sacred Family Bonds

Reconciliation

The Life of a Real Christian

The Time of Miracles in My Life

Heaven Is Real

Jesus Christ Is the Way and the Truth

The Return of Christ Jesus Is Near

Conclusion

Men and Women of God

Prophet T. B. Joshua

Pastor Chris Oyakhilome

Pastor Tshifhiwa Irene

Dr. T. S. Muligwe

Pastor Mandavha

Pastor E. Mzangwa

Mrs S Mzangwa

Pastor Mateletele

Evangelist Munei Mateletele

Evangelist Tsepo Muthathi

Pastor Takalani Phalandwa

Family

My parents, Gladys and Robert Ramovha

Pinkie Makhavhu

Ramovha Tshikonelo Emmanuel

Ramovha Elisa

Rabonda Nthatheni

Ramovha Mashudu

Vhudele Tshifhiwa Norman

Ramovha Mukhuthumi

Ramovha Carlson

Naledzani Ramovha

Solani Ramovha

Aluwani Vhudele

Munei Dama

Takalani Netshifhefhe

Ramovha Naledzani

Mpho Malidzhi

Friends

Edzisani Funyufufunyu

Ratshiedana Moeketsi

Lufuno Charmaine Muleba

Tshivhula Catherine

Rendani Mabila

Raphunga Mashudu

Mudau Robert

Mulalo Muila

Rendani Makhokha

Lebohang Molope

Humbulani Magau

Organizations

Jonathan Mushaathama Secondary School

Tshirolwe Primary School

Mahwasane Primary School

Sam Mavhina Secondary School

Central Johannesburg College

Tshwane University of Technology

University of Venda

University of Johannesburg

T. E. Ramovha Attorneys

L. P. Molope Attorneys

Apostolic Faith Mission of South Africa (Germiston)

Greater Calvary Church

Ramovha Khathutshelo Ministries

Lion of Judah International Ministries

New Living Translation Bible (NLT)

Further, I would like to thank everyone whom I did not mention here. May God bless you for what you have done in my life.

He Is More than Just a God

M Y NAME IS RAMOVHA Khathutshelo Edgar. I was born in a rural area called Tshirolwe in the Nzhelele region of South Africa in the 1980s. I started my primary education at Tshirolwe Primary School under the principalship of the honorable Mr. Maphiswana, whom I really honor and respect. I started my sub A at this very school, which is the entry level in South African schools after nursery school or what is commonly known as crèche. I failed the Sub A level which then prompted my relocation to Muledane in Thohoyandou and was i admitted at Muledane Primary School where I repeated the sub A level and passed it .I quickly adapted to my new surroundings and I attribute this to having my cousin Aluwani at the same school was a bit older and lived a stone’s throw from the school whilst I stayed a bit further down the road.

I was young, but very well mannered. My mom taught me some lessons, but she never taught me how to accept Jesus Christ. I do not blame her, because even if she had taught me, no one could force me to accept Jesus Christ. However, it might have been easier if I had been taught how to accept Jesus Christ when I was still young.

I enjoyed studying at Muledane Primary School until grade 4. Then I left for Mahwasane Primary School, which is a senior primary school named after the paramount chief of that place. I enjoyed studying there. I became a top student in history when I was in grade 6, and at the end of the year I was promoted to grade 7.

In 2000, I started my secondary education at Sam Mavhina Secondary School in Muledane. The following year, I was in grade 9 with two friends who remained close to me for a long time: Livhuwani (who has now passed on, may his soul rest in peace) and Dakalo, who is still dear to me as an old friend.

Adolescence was now in full swing and because of that I failed Grade 9 and immediately fled back to Tshirolwe.

My Life in Tshirolwe

I WAS VERY HAPPY BECAUSE I knew that in Tshirolwe I was going to be free in a place that I loved most. I registered at Jonathan Mushaathama Secondary School, which was named after a chief who passed on in 2011. The teachers were familiar with me because they knew my parents. My mom had studied there, and my father grew up with many of the teachers.

At the end of the year, I passed grade 9 and was promoted to grade 10. Life was starting to be good. I had a girlfriend by the name of Catherine—may (Jesus Christ be with you, dear, wherever you are!) I passed grade 10, even mathematics, which was the first and last time I ever did so.

At about this time, I became a regular drinker of alcohol. I was a student, age sixteen and without money, and I feared nobody, not even God. My life was just mine and the enemy’s alone. I passed grade 11 by the mercy of God. My teacher, Mr. Nthulane, was really a good person. He made sure that he guided each and every child like his own. I also do not forget my principal, Mr. Tsanwani, who had a deep love for all his students.

I then commenced my matriculation year in 2005. That was the same year I went to the closing function of Learners Christian Movement (LCM) I was touched by the sermon of the pastor who was preaching, and thought of accepting Jesus Christ for the first time in my life. I don’t remember the name of that pastor, but he was powerful. He prayed for me, and I accepted Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, who has died and risen again. After that, I started going to church, reading the Word of God, and seeing visions.

In the evenings I read a lot of academic books, because the following year I was going to pursue my dream of becoming a chartered accountant or anything to do with finance. I wrote my matriculation exams, and afterward forgot about Jesus Christ. I went back into the wilderness of my sinful lifestyle, drinking alcohol.

The South Africa Department of Education released the exam results on the twenty-eighth of December. We ran to buy a newspaper, and I found my name. I had earned a pass endorsement. I called my dad to tell him that I passed. He was very proud of me because it was an achievement that he and my mother had never reached.

I remember that day very well. I went out with my late cousin Mbuleheni (may his soul rest in peace) and bought beer to celebrate my achievement. I considered beer the only way to celebrate success. I did not praise Jesus Christ for the success, even though it was not by my power nor by my strength but by his mercy. I chose to celebrate by praising the Enemy and getting drunk enough to forget my name. This was just a sign of a young man going to hell.

I had dreams of studying at Durban-Westville University, now known as the University of Kwazulu Natal to study accounting. I was very passionate about accounting but not passionate about Jesus Christ.

Time of Misery

M Y FATHER CALLED TO tell me that he didn’t have money to send me to university, but he would try to get it. I never blamed him. If I had studied harder, I would have earned academic distinction and won a bursary award that would have paid my fees. Instead I chose to engage in substance abuse and at this tender age of sixteen, I started having an affinity for girls.

Still, it was very painful because my friends were busy with registration and I was sleeping the whole day, crying over my own failure. The worst part was that my friends were registering for education but not for life in heaven. At that time, however, that was not how I thought of if it. My cousin Aluwani, with whom I had studied since primary school, managed to register at the University of Venda, but my name was not written in the registry of any educational institution. Nor was it in the book of life, it was destined for hell. I was just living, because I had chosen to live a life without Jesus Christ. Life