When I was about 12 years old, I had my first experience with Pentecostalism. I didn’t know it then, but it was the beginning of a two-decade journey that had me a Pentecostal deacon by 23 and – shockingly – a Catholic by 37.
I’ve often been asked by Evangelical friends how I could possibly become Catholic. And, I’ve been asked by intensely curious Catholics how a trip on Azusa Street could lead to Rome, without constant warnings of “recalculating” and “make U-turn now.”
I’m tackling the book that describes that incredible journey. Follow along and share with me your (polite, well-mannered) thoughts and reactions.