It was the end of October 1967 and I was in a time of great skepticism as I worked hard on courses in my junior year at  Wheaton College. A chapel forum included the Pastor of a near-by church who claimed that the people of his church had  received the supernatural gifts of the Spirit and practiced their expression. Maybe I could find a miracle to confirm faith. Soon after I found myself on a double-blind date with a new friend. As we left the women off at the Wheaton College nursing school, we spoke about the chapel speaker. We both wanted to go, and so we went together in my car the following week for their Sunday evening gathering.

The church would later grow to over 600 in its evening meeting with many Wheaton students and a handful of professors as well in attendance.

Read the full article here: May ’23 Issue 21