The Gate
Dear Reader, I have never written an essay, or anything else for that matter, which will become apparent should you continue reading. Don’t bother judging my writing skills because I don’t have any, however, I do hope you will feel something. Preaching to the choir is intimidating so please have mercy. The topic of this essay, the baptism of fire and the holy ghost, has been written about by many authors over the years, but rarely, if ever, did any of them claim to have experienced it. Fifty years ago those who did declare it from the pulpit were relegated to that special group of overzealous, Ward oddities, whose spirited testimonies were tolerated with a sideways glance, an extended trip to the drinking fountain, or became the subject of condescending chuckles and snickering around the dinner table after church. Well… the world has changed and the heavens are open again. No more snickering and rolling eyeballs when someone says they have rec...