Pentecost I might have wished that I had never heard the word. In my entire life, nothing else has affected me more profoundly, caused me more anguish, or consumed me more completely than Pentecost I loved it. I hated it. It shaped me. It destroyed me. It saved me. One way or the other, Pentecost is the story of my life. And I still believe. It has been a LONG WINDING ROAD.