Azusa Street Chronicles

How Pentecost Came to Los Angeles

De: Frank Bartleman

Narrado por: Alan Crookham

Frank Bartleman is largely known for being an eye witness and historian of the legendary Azusa Street Revival that began in a small church in California in 1906, and took the world by storm. However, he was much more than that.

There were many revivals and moves of God that Frank took part in all over the world. This book is his memoirs of his experiences not only in the Azusa Street Revival, but other moves of God, miracles, letters exchanged between himself and Evan Roberts, the face of the Welsh Revival, and how God moved in Frank's own life as he saw the Holy Spirit break out all over the world. Frank Bartleman also does in the book, what so few others have dared to do. He shares not only the positives of the revivals he was a part of, but the brutal truth of how much flesh and sin crept in to many of them. He pulls no punches in sharing what he saw to be the reasons why these revivals started, and why they failed.

As Frank travelled to and from Azusa Street, he shows what the revival was like at its height, and the dwindling down to a handful of people after it fell apart. Frank Bartleman lived from 1871 to 1935, and published this book in 1925.

©2023 Alan Crookham (P)2023 Alan Crookham

Enlightening

All the talk of the Azusa St. Revival does little to really describe the price paid by those involved. Brother Bartleman's account and analysis puts meat on the bones and inspires all who want revival to count the cost and not take it lightly.

Life changing Consecration

This book started deeper fire in my heart for prayer, intercession, surrender, and another genuine Pentecost

Stark witness of a holy, powerful and experienced man of God.

That we may be as one in Christ in the power of the Holy Spirit.

About Bartleman not Azusa Street

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.