A few years after my knock-me-flat-in-the-middle-of-the-road religious conversion, and many years before I entered the Catholic Church, my husband and I were church hunting. Hubby got the idea that we should look at a big ole rompin’ stompin’ charismatic church that is not too far from where we now live. So, one fine Sunday, we left the kids with my Mama and gave it a go. My grandmother had been a Pentecostal Holiness preacher, so I kind of knew what... Read more