Originally posted by backcase
reply to post by windword
Was it the type of church where the members would speak in tongues, do healing, prophesy and the like?
I attended an Assemble of God church is a subburb of Los Angeles. Our pastor's name was Brother Bibler, I kid you not! He was a very flamboyant,
charismatic preacher who wore brightly colored silk suits, big ole gold cuff links that caught the light as he swagger and flailed around the stage,
blustering loudly about sin, hell, fire and brimstone, the second coming and the tribulation.
Often, during the services, someone from the congregation would interrupt the service with a loud message in tongues, and ALWAYS, someone else would
shout out an interpretation. (An interpetation was always required to verify the message and to prove that the message was really from God. However,
people would speculate the message was "private" if no interpretation was forthcoming.)
At the end of every service, there would be an "alter call", and always people would come pouring forward, in tears, asking for forgiveness,
salvation and/or healing. At the alter, and in the aisles, there would be a lot of shaking and shouting, falling down and rolling on the floor, hands
in the air and dancing with eyes closed, and YES, speaking in tongues.
Our church often participated in "Revivals" and evangelical witnessing, called "Jerico marches" where we would leave the church and march through
the neighborhood streets, knocking on doors and "witnessing" to those who dared to answer our knocking.
Were you ever involved in the charismatic practices? Have you spoken in tongues?
Yep. I even gave some of those interruptive messages in tongues. I went into "spiritual trances often. Every summer, as a child, I attended church
camp, an exact replica of what you see in the "Jesus Camp" Youtube videos.
I failed history miserably in high school, (late 60's early '70's) again and again, because I kept quoting the Bible and telling the creation
story. The teachers just couldn't get through to me. In English class, I refused to read the Greek classics, or anything that wasn't Bible
related, and I couldn't pass math if my life depended on it! I couldn't concentrate on it. It's amazing they let me graduate.
When I was very little, (2-6yrs old) I used to have bad dreams, because I was being sexually molested and assaulted by family members and childcare
givers. My mother used to bring me to our pastor to have "Satan" cast out of me. That would include a Pentecostal exorcism consisting of being
shaken, spit on, covered in olive oil, and prayed over by many people speaking in tongues. My mother thought, and reaffirmed this thought later in my
life, that I was a demon possessed child who enjoyed sex.
The same thing would happen when I "knew" things in advance, like "Grandma is coming and she has donuts!". When she showed up with donuts, there
was a trip to the pastor that followed!" Surely, I was demon possessed!