Hello, brothers and sisters. I was reminfded the almighty power of prayer the other day when I went to Mrs. Jackson’s funeral. I knew there would be a big crowd, and there was. So, right before I turned onto Brentwood Street, I said a little prayer for God to get me a safe, close parking spot. Within  seconds,  a car pulled out, a block away from the church and there was my safe, close parking spot. Sometimes, all we have to do is … ask.