An Unforgettable Night, a Turning Point in My Life
It was the last Friday of February, 1994. A night vigil at the Assemblies of God Church—the same unfinished building where, just months earlier, I had surrendered my life to Christ. The atmosphere was thick with prayer, voices rising and falling like waves. That night, the pastor made a call: “If you desire the baptism of the Holy Ghost, with the evidence of speaking in tongues, come forward.”