Calling On The Name Of Jesus

My name is Kenneth Dewayne George, but everyone calls me
Kenny G. I was born in Vicksburg, Mississippi on April 6, 1968 to
the parents of Carl, and Felicia George. They were very young
when they had me. My story begins when I was eight years old,
and I had two other siblings under me. My sister Angela was six
years old, and my brother Mark was four years old. We grew up
in a Christian home. Our father was a cab driver, and a evangelist
who always provided for his family, and our Mother was a loving
and devoted homemaker, and she also was our teacher. We were
homeschooled because we travel a lot; our parents felt it was best
for us to be homeschooled. Going to church and serving God was
a way of life in the George family home. At the age of eight years
old, I accepted the Lord as my personal Savior. But I wasn't sure
if God was real or someone people made up. One day I began to
wonder if God or Jesus was real, or were they just Fairy Tales, like
the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus. One day I started
to ask myself, Is God real? How can I find out? The only answer
I could come up with was to ask God himself. I figured if he was
real he would tell me or show me. If he wasn't real, then he won't
say a word, and I would know for myself. This was the question
that was in my mind. That night before I went to bed, I got on my
knees and asked God if he was real. I waited patiently expecting
an answer, But there was none. After about fifteen minutes, I
crawled into my bed and went to sleep. The next morning I got up,
washed my face, and brushed my teeth. I remembered the question
I asked the night before concerning if God or Jesus was real. That
morning I came to the conclusion that he was just a character,
somebody with a vivid imagination made up. So I thought when I
turned eighteen, I will tell my parents, I do not believe in this God
they talk about so much, because I didn't believe he was real, and
that would be the end of that. But to my surprise, he did hear my
prayers; not only did he hear it, but he answered me in such a way
that I would have never imagined. Later on that day, one of my
teeth fell out, and I got very excited. Because I heard stories from
my friends that if you put your tooth under your pillow, the tooth
fairy will come in the middle of the night to give you money for your
tooth. As strange as this might sound, I believed in the tooth fairy.
So that night, before I went to bed, I put my tooth under my pillow,
and I went to sleep, with high hopes that when I wake up and look
under my pillow there would be money from the tooth fairy waiting
for me. Just like in the stories I heard. At about 3:00 a.m., I woke
up to the sound of someone tapping on my window. When I began
to open my eyes to see who was tapping, I was very surprised to
see what looked like an old woman. She had a pointy face and
long fingers. She wore a tall hat, and her hair was very long. So I
quickly covered my face with my blanket, hoping she could not
see if I was awake. She began to tap more; I started peeking out
from under my covers to see what she was doing. Every time I
would look at the window, she would tell me to come toward it with
her long finger. So I went back under my covers. I was wondering
in my mind, Is this really happening to me? Why is she trying to
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get me to come toward the window? Is this something she does
to see if the person was awake? So I waited to see what she would
do. About five minutes later, I started to peak again to see what
was happening. It was at that moment when a soft voice I've never
heard before began to speak in my head. The voice said, The tooth
fairy is not real, that is a demon at your window. Call on the name
of Jesus, you will be saved. As I was listening to the voice, I became
afraid of the person in the window. She started to come inside my
room, so I sat up in bed and raised my hand toward the window
and said, "In the name of Jesus, go away!" The demon in the
window screamed with a very high-pitch voice like someone was
squeezing a cat, and in a quick bright flash, the demon was gone.
I got up and ran to my window to lock it. I went back to my bed,
got my tooth from under my pillow and threw it in the trash can,
and said to myself, there is no such thing as a tooth fairy. What I
didn't know was that God was trying to show me that he was real
and so was the devil, and his demons. He was showing me that
he was answering my prayer by putting me in situations where I
would have to call on his holy name. Two years later, my dad
started a paper route he wanted me, and my uncle to help him to
deliver papers. I was ten, and my uncle was eleven, just one year
older than me. Even though he was my uncle, we were like best
of friends. Everywhere he would go, I would go with him. We were
inseparable. Like Batman and Robin. I was very excited when my
dad asked my uncle to come work with us. I remember one
Saturday morning when we had to go throw newspapers, my dad
told us before we started this was going to be a long day, because
we had a lot of paper routes to do that day. He told us that we will
be taking turns getting out of the car to throw papers at the houses.
Hours later, we were just about halfway through our paper route,
now it was my turn to get out and throw. At this one house, you
had to climb about ten flight of stairs; it seemed like forever before
you get to the top of the stairs. As I was climbing the stairs, I started
to get this funny feeling that something was about to happen; it
was at that moment the voice I heard before began to warn me to
call on the name of Jesus. I had know idea why the voice was
warning me, but before I knew it, a big pit bull ran from behind the
house; he was charging right at me. I dropped the paper I was
carrying in my hand, turned, and began to run. I was so full of fear,
I jumped from the top of the stairs and landed flat on my face on
the concrete. As I was laying on the ground, I was wondering to
myself, Why wasn't he attacking me? When I turned to look up at
the top of the stairs, he was sitting there staring right at me. I
couldn't believe it. As crazy as this might sound, I started to hear
laughing coming from the dog; it sounded like an old man.
Immediately I got up and ran to the car. When I got in, my dad
asked me, "Why did you run from that dog?" I told him because I
was afraid of him, and I thought he was going to attack me. My
dad looked me in the eyes, and told me to never run from a dog
because when you run it would make him run after you even more.
He asked me if I understood what he was saying to me. I told him,
"Yes sir, I understand." We had about ten more houses to go before
we were finished. When we got to the last house it was my turn
again to get out, and throw a news paper. So I got out and started
to walk toward the last house when all of a sudden the same pit
bull came running from behind the house; this time he was close
enough to bite me. I couldn't believe it was the same dog that
chased me earlier. I wanted to run, but I remembered what my dad
told me, so I looked right at the big dog, and I reached my hand
toward him and said in a loud voice, "In the name of Jesus, stop!"