I just watched “Fever Pitch,” and I remembered how I prayed to God in the Name of Jesus Christ His Son to help the Boston Red Sox win the World Series last year.

I’m not into baseball and never prayed for anyone to win a game (I always thought that would be kind of sacrilegious). The reason why I did this time though was because I saw how fervently Boston fans were praying in the stands that night when Boston was losing to the Yankees in the third game. I got angry that people were taunting them over the inevitable “Curse of the Bambino”—No stupid curse is greater than God. I knew at that moment so many people in Boston were praying to God, bargaining and promising God a change in their lives for a miracle. For me baseball is just a game, but I saw how this 80+year losing streak painfully felt like a curse to all of them, young & old, rich & poor.

To be perfectly honest, I was surprised at the turn of events afterwards. Then I was stunned (but kept reminding myself to not be surprised) when they not only returned and beat the Yankees (a historical first!) but went on to win the World Series. But since March 2003 (when I first prayed to God in the Name of Jesus Christ His Son—believing that He truly Was His Son), miracles have constantly been occurring each time I prayed to God in His Son’s Name.

I was hesitant to talk about this prayer (this wouldn’t be much appreciated where I’m from), but after watching this movie, I remembered a passage in the Bible about how a lighted candle should not be covered (paraphrased). I know people would scoff and not believe me, and I’m not conceited to believe that I’m so special that God only listens to my prayers. But ever since March 2003 I’ve taken to heart Jesus’s teaching that you only need “faith the size of a mustard seed” and you can move mountains. Because of God’s miraculous answers to my heartfelt prayers to God in Jesus’s Name, I just had this faith God would answer this prayer (however unlikely my brain kept telling me it was). But each time a seed of doubt crept in, I just believed. I think the movie “Passion of Christ” that came out that summer also brought newfound faith in Jesus to millions of Americans and inspired them also to pray for Boston to believe in God and not some stupid curse. Even more uncanny, Johnny Damon looks a lot like Jesus. I believe all our prayers broke the fear of this curse and brought people to God through the miracle of faith.

I hope we can do the same for Chicago too—Let people see GOD’s Power through Faith.