Has a Bachelor of Arts in Business Administration & Accounting (B.A), University of Tulsa. Master of Theology (M.Th Summa cum laude), Northwestern. Evangelist Phil’s Master’s degree thesis is titled, “Why Jesus is the Messiah”. Ph.D. (Summa cum laude) Christian Counseling, Northwestern. Doctorate dissertation “An Audit on the Books of World Religions.” He is also the author of soon to be published book designed to revamp.


Dr. Jegede is a professor of Biblical Studies, and Christian Counseling at North Central Theological Seminary. Dr Jegede is also a member of the academic committee, and chairman of the board of trustees of North Central Theological Seminary, ST. Petersburg, Florida. The mission of North Central Theological Seminary is to teach and defend the Christian faith fearlessly, impartially, and with probity from books containing a revelation of the divine will not from any ecclesiastical authority, but with evidence of inspired authorship and rejecting all doctrines contrary to the attributes of God.
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Dr. Philip ‘Jay’ Jegede: Bachelor of Arts in Business Administration & Accounting (B.A), University of Tulsa. Master of Theology (M.Th.Summa cum laude), Northwestern. Evangelist Phil’s Master’s degree thesis is titled, “Why Jesus is the Messiah”. Ph.D.(Summa cum laude) Christian Counseling, Northwestern. Doctorate dissertation “An Audit on the Books of World Religions.” Member of the Board of Academic Council, North Central Theological Seminary. Professor of Christian Counseling and Biblical Studies. Dr. Evangelistphil is also the author of soon to be polished book designed to revamp the concept of marriage and relationships, “Marriage By Devotion” (MBD)
Before becoming an ordained Evangelist to spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ all over the world, Dr. Jegede served in executive management and in various capacities. During his several years in Corporate America, Dr. Jegede served as:

When Dr. Evangelist Phil was in Greece, he traced the journey of Paul the Apostle through Thessalonica, as in Thessalonians, Ephesus, as in Ephesians, Philippi, as in Philippians, and Corinth, as in Corinthians. It was a memorable trip he will never forget. Evangelist Phil has three Children, Natasha, Anthony, and James.
Mahatma Gandhi, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., Kwame Nkrumah,
John Brown, war veterans (living and fallen), and my mom and dad (Alice & Solomom)
The Ten Commandments..
Vangelis: Chariot of Fire, Enya: On Your Shore Kenny Rogers: Coward of The County, Tchaikovsky: 1812 Overture, Brian Doerksen: As I Am, Bread: Everthing I own. George Beverly Shea: How Great Thou Art, Etta James: Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,
“Then render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s; and to God the things that are God’s.” Jesus Christ.
“Our dearest one is not the person who mercifully gives you tissues to wipe away your tears, but one who attempts to stop your hardship from rising to the point of tears” – Philip Jegede
“Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure… than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.” Theodore Roosevelt.
“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.” Julius Caesar
“I’ll rather die a hero at the battlefront than die a coward in a golden bed.” Solomon Jegede
“Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed.” Albert Einstein
My mother’s Tricks: When I was a child of about four years old, my mom would often eat cake, and I always wanted to share with her and was quite determined to get a piece. Sometimes when my mom was eating, she was not necessarily always interested in sharing her food with her kids. So when I would start pestering her for a piece, she would always tell me that in this world, people have to earn what they ask for. In order for me to get a piece of her cake, she would tell me to go behind our house and call a lady named “Obiomo Riewen” – edo language, Meaning, Mothers Do Not Deserve to Eat. If the lady would come with me, then my mother would cut me a piece of her cake. I would go behind our house and scream at the top of my lungs, “Mothers Do Not Deserve to Eat, Please come. My mother wants you.” For some reason, this woman never showed up. When I went back to my mother, I would tell her, “Mom, she did not come.” Then my mom would say, “Like I said, in this world people have to earn what they ask for.” She would put the last bite of cake in her mouth, brush her hands, and say, “Sorry, son. Never give up. Try again next time. She is out there.” To this very day, I still get irritated at myself why at that age I couldn’t figure out that there is really nobody by name “Mothers Do Not Deserve to Eat.”
Elementary School: When I was a kid, all my three brothers and one sister went to Holy Cross Catholic School. Not to be left behind at home because I was too young for elementary school, my father would have me go to school with my three brothers and sister. When we got to school, my brothers and sister would go to class, and I would stay out behind my brother’s classroom. One day, the headmaster, Mr. Oteide, was walking around the school and saw me sitting behind the school building. He asked me who I was, and I told him I was Peter Jegede’s brother. He knows my family because my father was one of the richest men in our state, and he provided significant funding to help the Catholic school’s activities. He took my hand and told me to follow him. I did so, and he took me to a classroom and told the teacher, Mr. Obi, I was now one of his students. Mr. Obi looked at me, then stared at the headmaster and said, “Look at him! He is too small to be in school, sir” The headmaster bent down and whisperd in my ear, “come here everyday,” he turns to Mr. Obi and said, “Teach him well,” and walked out of the class. That day, the feelings of being in the same classroom with my other brother, Samson who was almost 2 years older than me, made me feel like a king.
College Days: The second feeling of success was the day I received my diploma in Business Administration with a major in Accounting from the University of Tulsa. I could not believe that I was actually being given a diploma. The reason for this was that I dozed off in class and struggled through college due to a full credit load of 15–18 hours class semester schedule while at the same time working a full-time job as a Dishwasher at Sheraton Inn and as a part-time Housekeeper at the Hilton Inn. I had to work hard to pay my way through The University of Tulsa, one of the most expensive private colleges in the south, but I did it. The sweetest feeling during the graduation ceremony was hearing my girlfriend, Connie yelling, taking pictures of me and clapping in the audience when my name was called. Connie and I just had one of our of fights and she had moved out of our apartment to go live with her mom. I did not know if she would come to my graduation, but she did, and made me feel so accomplished and appreciated.
Phildus bank. Age 12: When I was around twelve years old, my father always would have me escort him to the bank to make deposits, withdraw money, and meet with the bank manager. During that young age, I knew what banks did. In a nutshell, my father told me that a bank is where you go to keep money so that your money can grow and is a place to go to borrow money. With that knowledge, I started my first business, Phildus Continental Bank, named after me and my father’s bank, African Continental Bank. I got money from my mom and bought a piggy bank. I collected money from the kids in our neighborhood who were much younger than I was, promising them that their money will grow, that if they put a penny into my bank (my piggy bank) it would grow into two pennies. I wasn’t being deceptive; I really believed that miraculously this would happen. But it didn’t. One day I broke the piggy bank, took the money, and use it to buy a coconut. I cut up the coconut into small pieces, added sugar to it, and fried the pieces in a frying pan. The resulting product was a tasty coconut candy. The only way to sell this candy was to take it to school to sell to my peers and try to sell to kids in my neighborhood. I was so scared of having girls seeing me selling candy, and I did not want the girls at school or neighborhood girls to see me selling candy and think I was poor, so I would eat some of the candy and give the rest away. A few days later, all the kids who gave me money to put into Phildus Continental Bank came asking for their doubled money. I went into hiding. They went to my mother in a fighting mood. My mother acted as the FDIC—she paid them off according to the promises I made to them. Whoever gave a penny, she paid two pennies. After that, my mother shut down Phildus bank and warned me to never again betray other people’s trust.
Age 13: My second memorable failure that still bugs me today happened after my banking experiment failure. I started working on my passion, making bird cages. A mile from our home there was a professional bird cage maker who made very beautiful cages for sale. The cages I made were solid, but the designs were not as pretty and symmetric as the professional’s. I destroyed every cage I made because they did not look as good as the professional’s. I must have made more than fifty cages. And I destroyed them all. Looking back now, I realized that I should not have measured myself against an adult professional who made cages for a living. I should have put up my cages for sale and see what could have happened.
Age 23: After graduating from college, I stated a janitorial and landscaping business, Concon Cleaning and Landscaping, Inc. I borrowed money from the bank to purchase equipment and a used truck. I hired six people, undercut my competitors’ prices, and business boomed. The booming became a disaster. We took contracts we did not have the tools or expertise to do. The people I hired did a horrible job. It was a very painful experience. The business became a monkey on my back I had to get rid of by any means necessary. From this experience I learned that premature success is actually a recipe for hard failure—and greed is not good.