Several years ago, Vickie and I attended a high school class reunion in my hometown of West Columbia, Texas. If you don't know where West Columbia is, it is exactly three miles west of East Columbia, Texas. It was a great time of reconnecting with former classmates, people that I hadn't seen since our high school graduation. The joy of seeing old friends was only surpassed by the incredible Texas barbecue. I have a couple of distinct memories of the reunion. First, my biggest memory of the night was made when I discovered that the invitation's B.Y.O.B. didn't stand for "Bring Your Own...

Here's a confession ... I love having the opportunity to minister in our Holy Spirit Rallies. It is my greatest joy to preach about the Father's desire to give the Holy Spirit to all who ask and then see the altars filled with individuals wanting to be baptized in the Holy Spirit. The one thing that I struggle with about our Holy Spirit Rallies is the reality that for many of those who respond to the altar call and are Spirit-baptized, they will turn what was intended to be the beginning of a new intimate relationship with the Holy Spirit into an experience that they can write into their...