My Journey
“Raised” Methodist, my family rarely went to church except for Christmas Eve, Easter, those few times when my sister and I were singing in the youth choir, or some other special occasion. I had absolutely no interest in spiritual things during my childhood even though, as I look back, seeds were being planted in my heart by my paternal grandmother. My real search for the truth began in 1979 when my childhood sweetheart was killed on the eve of our high school graduation. My charismatic mother-in-law stood up at her son’s funeral in a red dress speaking about the Holy Spirit. The Lord got my attention. It was then that I was exposed to the Word of Faith movement when she invited a charismatic preacher for a come-to-Jesus meeting at her home. I went forward at the invitation. I began to faithfully read my New Living Translation Bible and began attending charismatic Catholic prayer meetings in the crypt of a large local Roman Catholic Church with my mother-in-law and her oldest son, Greg....