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