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About Bartleman not Azusa Street

Revisado: 04-09-25

this book is a constant gripe about Christian shortcomings instead of a celebration of the century's greatest Christian outpouring. Bartleman barely mentions Asuza Street unless to pour cold water on it, insinuating that he himself was its progenitor and that it's fsilongs were more important that what happened there. it's al about him instead and his travails, somewhat hard to imagine from how he writes that the Holy Spirit used him as a vessel, he seems almost ungratefull and clearly longed for acknowledgement and recognition. Reading between the tedious lines about his speaking appointments and what he received for them, he seems to have substantially neglected his own family, barely providing for them. The book is exhausting rather than uplifting, The narrator's rather harsh tome probably captures the true sound of Bartleman's whinge, the self-appointed disgruntled emissary of the Holy Spirit. Tommy Welchel's book is better.

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