I can still remember vividly the service where Bro. Wesley spoke this over me. I can’t remember his first name. That’s pretty common for that era. Everyone was brother and sister. Bro. Wesley was preaching at my grandparents church in Santa Rosa, California, where I was the youth pastor. Sometimes, it would take him a little while to get warmed up. I don’t know if he used notes, or if he simply got up and opened his mouth and started... Read more