My Spirit Doesn’t Levitate (Or, The Reformed View Of The Holy Spirit Of Jesus)

When I was in seminary, much of my income came from coating roofs of mobile homes. The work took me all over the Grand Rapids area, and into the homes of some unusual people. Often the people knew that I was studying to become a minister, so they would feel free to tell me about their religious views. One of the most memorable visits I had was with a Pentecostal man whose stories were as strange as his religion, but who in every other respect seemed sane and intelligent. Since the day was hot,...