The Undeniable Power of Prayer

Do you believe in the power of prayer?

I'm a firm believer of the power of prayer. I am a diligent prophet of prayer. I eat, sleep, dream, work and promote the undeniable power of prayer. Prayer is the hand that rocks the universal galaxy.

This week we will delve into different types and methods of prayer. Prayer has literally been the driving force that has miraculously changed my life. Let me explain to you about the undeniable power of prayer and how it miraculously changed my life.

When I was 13 years old I lost my grandmother, Maudella Barnes. She was the spiritual backbone of the family. We were inseparable. After my grandfather passed away when I became old enough I became her traveling companion. We would travel back and fourth from NY to Virgina. She aught me how to pray, kept me in church and our relationship was remarkable. She was my second mother. I could talk with her about any and everything.

In later years she began to get sick. I can recall going to Virginia to see her pull through the first phase of sickness. I was thankful God spared her so I could reconnect with my grandmother.

The second time grandmother fell sick she passed. I didn't get to see her before she died. When the phone call came we learned she passed away before we left for Virginia to see her in the hospital. I was devastated.

At her funeral, I lost it. At the funeral's end I renounced God. I decided I wanted nothing to do with God. In fact, I felt a need to take an expressive stand against church, God and religion. My anger took control of me and the devil duped me to believing I needed to do everything contrary to the word of God and all that my grandmother had taught me. I became a straight menace.

I believe at that particular moment that Satan dispatched a special hells angel to me who would encourage me to be all I could be in wickedness.

From this point forward I decided to take bad to a whole other level.

I became a neighborhood terrorist. I tried various other religions and even became a member of the five percent nation for a short period of time.

It was them that I began starting my own street gangs, became affiliated with many other gangs, fighting daily, extorting people, running a criminal enterprise, carrying guns like a soldier of fortune, selling drugs and becoming a feared gangster. There are so many other things I became but I will not go into now.

I went through a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde metamorphosis. One that scared the hell inspired lifestyle out of me. Literally.

The words that my grandmother shared years ago began coming back to me. I started praying daily Lord I don't know who I am becoming and I believe you are the only one who can save me.

This became my prayer daily. I recall the first time so drug dealers came to take my life. I was selling drugs on a corner in Bed-Stuy Brooklyn on the corner of another drug dealers turf at night.

They came over to me and a guy we called Powerful and they tried talking to us. Being who I am fearless I began arguing with them because I wasn't scared to die.

That is when they pulled an Uzi and a nine millimeter out on us. I said well you better do what you have to do because if you don't I'm bring WWIII with me. The guy with the .9MM pointed and shot Powerful in the leg and said you think I'm playing games. Powerful screams out in agony.

I knew that was my cue. We took off and Powerful was on my back bullets were flying passed us like mosquitoes thirsty for blood trying to find a small spot to hit us.

By the grace of God when we made it to our destination safely. Powerful was only grazed badly, we laughed about it how loud he screamed and I cleaned and dressed his wound. Forgetting all along about my praying to God in the morning.

It was only after the second time some other drug dealers came to get me at the very same location. I was outside of the drug spot in broad daylight and another dealer who formerly owned this drug spot came to get me.

Long story short he came with a car full of people and another car came out of no where and they came to eliminate me. .38 pointed at my chest less than 3ft. in front of me they pulled the trigger boom. I knew that was the end of me.

I wasn't hit. God said to me at that moment you are not hit run as fast as you can and I have always been a very fast runner. I ran from Bed-Stuy back to Bushwick. Amazed at God saving my life and knowing that this was an answer to my prayer.

What made it all the more miraculous is I went back over there to the block with a friend who was one of the biggest drug dealers in the 80's to see an informant of his. He began telling us what happened earlier this afternoon. He didn't know me or who I was.

When he talked about the incident he said that black shot a guy outside of his old spot who ran around the corner and fell.

I know that wasn't what happened but who knows what God allowed them to see for me to make my escape. All I know is that the undeniable power of prayer saved my life. God saved me and I had turned my back on Him and He went all out to keep me here on this earth because He had a divine blueprint for my life.

People in my neighborhood thought I would be shot, put in jail or killed. Well after various hits put upon my life, many times being shot at in the hood, I have never been shot because God is my fortress, I have never been to jail because the truth sets me free, and I am still here because God has an amazing plan for my life and He keeps me in the hollow of His Hand.

Beloved you may have a family member who is just like I was. A menace to society.

Keep praying for them don't give up on them because God wont.

Keep them in prayer because prayer changes things.

Prayer fixes things.

This week we'll learn amazingly effective things about prayer that will miraculously change your life.

Until tomorrow beloved.

Be well, be blessed and remember prayer changes things miraculously.