Last Friday morning, I literally bawled out the name of Jesus for the youths in my church.
I remembered how Bartholomew, a blind man, cried out for Jesus, the Son of David, to have mercy on him. And Jesus did.
So I called on Jesus. The young people are under attack.
On Sunday morning, a minister in the church asked the youths to stand in the aisle and had the church pray for us while a brother anointed us. He said he was simply being obedient to the Holy Spirit.
I call it Jesus answering my call for help. I am sure the change has started.
If you need help, call on Jesus. He’ll hear and answer.
Purposeful Inspiration 