Surprised by the Spirit
I grew up singing and praying in a number of different Baptist, Salvation Army, and (primarily) Pentecostal churches. Each church was unique in how they worshiped God, and each had distinct perspectives regarding what it meant to experience the Holy Spirit and how the Holy Spirit worked. The first time that I remember having a real experience of the Holy Spirit was in Greenwood, in a modest Pentecostal church with brick and white siding and gravel in the parking lot. This is where the Spirit called me to put my faith in God. I was nine years old. I sat in [...]