There’s a cry that words can’t explain… but Heaven hears it. 💔🔥 The enemy has ravished many young souls — through groups, habits, and distractions — and now their spirits are silently waving for help, like drowning men reaching for air. Yet we, the ones who should stand in the gap, are often too quick to judge… and too slow to whisper a simple prayer: “Jesus, help them.” Maybe discipleship was never about suits and ties, or microphones and pulpits. Maybe it’s about walking in someone else’s shoes — feeling their pain from their view — and reminding them: “We’re in this together, buddy… until all is well.” Perhaps true discipleship is when you hold a soul in prayer by faith — claiming them from pain to joy, captivity to freedom, darkness to light, unforgiveness to forgiveness. Maybe it’s simply joining someone’s desperate prayer and saying, “Son of David, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, have mercy upon me and help me now.” ✍️ I am because you are, and you are because I am. Autriche Niyongere