One Sunday in a Midwest City, a young child was "acting up" during the morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally, the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer, the little one called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!"
"Pastor Wales - Beloved! I come under the BLOOD of JESUS! We come under the BLOOD of JESUS! The BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST speaketh for us! "And to Jesus the mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel." -Hebrews 12:24"