I must confess that I have been bitten. The werewolf did not do it. The vampire is not the one guilty. It was someone else. Someone I met long ago. Someone that touched the fabric of my clothes as the oil dripped from my forehead. I recall the anointing.

I recall the power of God grabbing a hold of my mind and changing my thoughts. I was going in one direction, not the group, and found another. I changed the way I dressed. I changed the way I spoke. I changed the way I viewed life. For the first time I viewed life from an eternal perspective at not local.

No one told me to change. The Holy Spirit told me to change. I chose to be obedient. He chose to continue speaking. Disobedience closes the mouth of God and like the children of Israel you will wander aimlessly without…