When I was 18, in the dead of winter, somewhere in Upstate New York I had found myself in a small country church with my brothers, Mom and a few friends. We had gone as the worship team for a special meeting as a Prophet was coming to town… and by “we” I mean allContinue reading “John G. Lake: The Roots Go To The Bones”
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The Day I Met Smith Wigglesworth…
The week had been dark, gloomy almost. Winds whipped around us, swirling and swooning in a tumultuous rain spat fury. The cold, chilling to our core as we crossed the grassy fields along the River Eden, just the day before. A flame like desire, burning our insides, keeping us engrossed in the rich historyContinue reading “The Day I Met Smith Wigglesworth…”
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