The still, small voice urged, “You need to be baptized again.” Why? I wondered. I’d already been baptized twice, once as an infant, and again when I was twelve. But since I was baptized in the Holy Spirit, I’d become more sensitive to these intuitive knowings. And I knew their importance—if I wanted to know God’s peace, joy, and righteousness…
Shortly after I began this spiritual walk, I started to sense different things. Some of them gave me joy and anticipation, while others brought discomfort and pain. Like the day I suddenly felt an inner prompting to return two books to my high school back in Michigan. Ouch! I didn’t like this. These books belonged to me, I thought! Yet…
Walking toward Longfellow’s Wayside Inn in Sudbury, Massachusetts in the spring of 1963, I suddenly knew that some day we’d live here in the Boston area—where the battle for freedom, the right to rule ourselves, had been fought and won. I’d just disembarked from our sightseeing bus, loaded with chattering young women, when I sensed this inner knowing. We were…