{"product_id":"9781450052108","title":"Calling On The Name Of Jesus","description":"My name is Kenneth Dewayne George, but everyone calls me  \u003cbr\u003eKenny G. I was born in Vicksburg, Mississippi on April 6, 1968 to  \u003cbr\u003ethe parents of Carl, and Felicia George. They were very young  \u003cbr\u003ewhen they had me. My story begins when I was eight years old,  \u003cbr\u003eand I had two other siblings under me. My sister Angela was six  \u003cbr\u003eyears old, and my brother Mark was four years old. We grew up  \u003cbr\u003ein a Christian home. Our father was a cab driver, and a evangelist  \u003cbr\u003ewho always provided for his family, and our Mother was a loving  \u003cbr\u003eand devoted homemaker, and she also was our teacher. We were  \u003cbr\u003ehomeschooled because we travel a lot; our parents felt it was best  \u003cbr\u003efor us to be homeschooled. Going to church and serving God was  \u003cbr\u003ea way of life in the George family home. At the age of eight years  \u003cbr\u003eold, I accepted the Lord as my personal Savior. But I wasn't sure  \u003cbr\u003eif God was real or someone people made up. One day I began to  \u003cbr\u003ewonder if God or Jesus was real, or were they just Fairy Tales, like  \u003cbr\u003ethe Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus. One day I started  \u003cbr\u003eto ask myself, Is God real? How can I find out? The only answer  \u003cbr\u003eI could come up with was to ask God himself. I figured if he was  \u003cbr\u003ereal he would tell me or show me. If he wasn't real, then he won't  \u003cbr\u003esay a word, and I would know for myself. This was the question  \u003cbr\u003ethat was in my mind. That night before I went to bed, I got on my  \u003cbr\u003eknees and asked God if he was real. I waited patiently expecting  \u003cbr\u003ean answer, But there was none. After about fifteen minutes, I  \u003cbr\u003ecrawled into my bed and went to sleep. The next morning I got up,  \u003cbr\u003ewashed my face, and brushed my teeth. I remembered the question  \u003cbr\u003eI asked the night before concerning if God or Jesus was real. That  \u003cbr\u003emorning I came to the conclusion that he was just a character,  \u003cbr\u003esomebody with a vivid imagination made up. So I thought when I  \u003cbr\u003eturned eighteen, I will tell my parents, I do not believe in this God  \u003cbr\u003ethey talk about so much, because I didn't believe he was real, and  \u003cbr\u003ethat would be the end of that. But to my surprise, he did hear my  \u003cbr\u003eprayers; not only did he hear it, but he answered me in such a way  \u003cbr\u003ethat I would have never imagined. Later on that day, one of my  \u003cbr\u003eteeth fell out, and I got very excited. Because I heard stories from  \u003cbr\u003emy friends that if you put your tooth under your pillow, the tooth  \u003cbr\u003efairy will come in the middle of the night to give you money for your  \u003cbr\u003etooth. As strange as this might sound, I believed in the tooth fairy.  \u003cbr\u003eSo that night, before I went to bed, I put my tooth under my pillow,  \u003cbr\u003eand I went to sleep, with high hopes that when I wake up and look  \u003cbr\u003eunder my pillow there would be money from the tooth fairy waiting  \u003cbr\u003efor me. Just like in the stories I heard. At about 3:00 a.m., I woke  \u003cbr\u003eup to the sound of someone tapping on my window. When I began  \u003cbr\u003eto open my eyes to see who was tapping, I was very surprised to  \u003cbr\u003esee what looked like an old woman. She had a pointy face and  \u003cbr\u003elong fingers. She wore a tall hat, and her hair was very long. So I  \u003cbr\u003equickly covered my face with my blanket, hoping she could not  \u003cbr\u003esee if I was awake. She began to tap more; I started peeking out  \u003cbr\u003efrom under my covers to see what she was doing. Every time I  \u003cbr\u003ewould look at the window, she would tell me to come toward it with  \u003cbr\u003eher long finger. So I went back under my covers. I was wondering  \u003cbr\u003ein my mind, Is this really happening to me? Why is she trying to  \u003cbr\u003eCALLING ON THE NAME OF JESUS 11  \u003cbr\u003eget me to come toward the window? Is this something she does  \u003cbr\u003eto see if the person was awake? So I waited to see what she would  \u003cbr\u003edo. About five minutes later, I started to peak again to see what  \u003cbr\u003ewas happening. It was at that moment when a soft voice I've never  \u003cbr\u003eheard before began to speak in my head. The voice said, The tooth  \u003cbr\u003efairy is not real, that is a demon at your window. Call on the name  \u003cbr\u003eof Jesus, you will be saved. As I was listening to the voice, I became  \u003cbr\u003eafraid of the person in the window. She started to come inside my  \u003cbr\u003eroom, so I sat up in bed and raised my hand toward the window  \u003cbr\u003eand said, \"In the name of Jesus, go away!\" The demon in the  \u003cbr\u003ewindow screamed with a very high-pitch voice like someone was  \u003cbr\u003esqueezing a cat, and in a quick bright flash, the demon was gone.  \u003cbr\u003eI got up and ran to my window to lock it. I went back to my bed,  \u003cbr\u003egot my tooth from under my pillow and threw it in the trash can,  \u003cbr\u003eand said to myself, there is no such thing as a tooth fairy. What I  \u003cbr\u003edidn't know was that God was trying to show me that he was real  \u003cbr\u003eand so was the devil, and his demons. He was showing me that  \u003cbr\u003ehe was answering my prayer by putting me in situations where I  \u003cbr\u003ewould have to call on his holy name. Two years later, my dad  \u003cbr\u003estarted a paper route he wanted me, and my uncle to help him to  \u003cbr\u003edeliver papers. I was ten, and my uncle was eleven, just one year  \u003cbr\u003eolder than me. Even though he was my uncle, we were like best  \u003cbr\u003eof friends. Everywhere he would go, I would go with him. We were  \u003cbr\u003einseparable. Like Batman and Robin. I was very excited when my  \u003cbr\u003edad asked my uncle to come work with us. I remember one  \u003cbr\u003eSaturday morning when we had to go throw newspapers, my dad  \u003cbr\u003etold us before we started this was going to be a long day, because  \u003cbr\u003ewe had a lot of paper routes to do that day. He told us that we will  \u003cbr\u003ebe taking turns getting out of the car to throw papers at the houses.  \u003cbr\u003eHours later, we were just about halfway through our paper route,  \u003cbr\u003enow it was my turn to get out and throw. At this one house, you  \u003cbr\u003ehad to climb about ten flight of stairs; it seemed like forever before  \u003cbr\u003eyou get to the top of the stairs. As I was climbing the stairs, I started  \u003cbr\u003eto get this funny feeling that something was about to happen; it  \u003cbr\u003ewas at that moment the voice I heard before began to warn me to  \u003cbr\u003ecall on the name of Jesus. I had know idea why the voice was  \u003cbr\u003ewarning me, but before I knew it, a big pit bull ran from behind the  \u003cbr\u003ehouse; he was charging right at me. I dropped the paper I was  \u003cbr\u003ecarrying in my hand, turned, and began to run. I was so full of fear,  \u003cbr\u003eI jumped from the top of the stairs and landed flat on my face on  \u003cbr\u003ethe concrete. As I was laying on the ground, I was wondering to  \u003cbr\u003emyself, Why wasn't he attacking me? When I turned to look up at  \u003cbr\u003ethe top of the stairs, he was sitting there staring right at me. I  \u003cbr\u003ecouldn't believe it. As crazy as this might sound, I started to hear  \u003cbr\u003elaughing coming from the dog; it sounded like an old man.  \u003cbr\u003eImmediately I got up and ran to the car. When I got in, my dad  \u003cbr\u003easked me, \"Why did you run from that dog?\" I told him because I  \u003cbr\u003ewas afraid of him, and I thought he was going to attack me. My  \u003cbr\u003edad looked me in the eyes, and told me to never run from a dog  \u003cbr\u003ebecause when you run it would make him run after you even more.  \u003cbr\u003eHe asked me if I understood what he was saying to me. I told him,  \u003cbr\u003e\"Yes sir, I understand.\" We had about ten more houses to go before  \u003cbr\u003ewe were finished. When we got to the last house it was my turn  \u003cbr\u003eagain to get out, and throw a news paper. So I got out and started  \u003cbr\u003eto walk toward the last house when all of a sudden the same pit  \u003cbr\u003ebull came running from behind the house; this time he was close  \u003cbr\u003eenough to bite me. I couldn't believe it was the same dog that  \u003cbr\u003echased me earlier. I wanted to run, but I remembered what my dad  \u003cbr\u003etold me, so I looked right at the big dog, and I reached my hand  \u003cbr\u003etoward him and said in a loud voice, \"In the name of Jesus, stop!\"","brand":"Xlibris Corporation","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47143200260336,"sku":"9781450052108","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781450052108_p0.jpg?v=1763832031","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781450052108","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}