I was brought up in the Marine Corp and it was not considered manly for men to touch one another. I was also in the rock and roll scene and loved the groups Aero-Smith, Kiss, Ted Nugent, Kansas, and Bob Seager to name a few.
My point of view changed with the likes of the early 1900's type Pentecostalism in which I spent the summer after high school with my grandmother and had a rather eventful run in with the Pentecostal Holiness church, as this area of Virginia was in a time capsule, I got an experience of early 1900's Pentecostal anointing.
I fell in with the Pentecostal Holiness church not because of the tongues, but because of the people, which were the finest I have ever met in my entire life. Pictured below is Dallas Linkous JR, which is probably the 'shoutingest' man I have ever met in my entire life. As a teenager I would put up hay with him and go with him to the revivals at night. Both him and his wife were tongue talking, shouting, happy type Pentecostals. The joy was there equally there at home as well as at work. Every one of the fruits of the spirit lamped within their lives like a great over heated pot belly stove. The men would sit on the left side and the woman on the right. During the altar time the old men would sit back in the pew and weep. And if any of them caught the look in my amazed eye they would declare, with tears running down their cheek and a finger pointing at the souls laid about at the altar, 'The Holy Ghost! The Holy Ghost!' There was also a decency among the people like I have never seen. My grandfather was good friends with Dallas. In the 1950's they would have revivals that would go for weeks and early in the AM. Granny said that grandfather could worship the Lord until 2 AM and not have any trouble at all rising at 6 AM for work.
I remember well as a young man Dallas coming behind me to pray with me at the alter, with tears running down his cheek and onto my neck. As a guy who did not like to be touched this was quite profound. At the end of that summer we had a good revival in which the Lord seemed there in a mighty way. On reading the book, 'Run Baby Run,' by Nikki Cruise, I felt a voice telling me to put the book down. I paused, and then continued again to read. The voice said again, 'Put the book down.' I slept in my Grandmothers living room on an old fold away cot by the open living room door. The Katydids seemed to be singing very loud that night. There in my Grandmothers clean linens I heard the Spirit speak again, 'Where is all the stress, worry and hatred?' In which, upon examining my heart, there was nothing there but pure beauty. I thought to myself. 'Oh my! I got exactly what those people got!' I would spend the rest of the summer rejoicing with the people and in revival.
The Pentecostal Cure-All is to be filled with the Spirit. If we can get you guys saved, sanctified, and filled with the Holy Spirit you won't be going around questioning things because the very Spirit of God will bare witness with your spirit that you are a child of God.
This type of religion actually got its start in these parts back in the 1700's. GC Rankin was kind enough to share the story, which is exactly how I got it over 100 years later...
http://www.christianforums.com/threads/im-so-confused.7929734/page-3#post-69239883
My point of view changed with the likes of the early 1900's type Pentecostalism in which I spent the summer after high school with my grandmother and had a rather eventful run in with the Pentecostal Holiness church, as this area of Virginia was in a time capsule, I got an experience of early 1900's Pentecostal anointing.
I fell in with the Pentecostal Holiness church not because of the tongues, but because of the people, which were the finest I have ever met in my entire life. Pictured below is Dallas Linkous JR, which is probably the 'shoutingest' man I have ever met in my entire life. As a teenager I would put up hay with him and go with him to the revivals at night. Both him and his wife were tongue talking, shouting, happy type Pentecostals. The joy was there equally there at home as well as at work. Every one of the fruits of the spirit lamped within their lives like a great over heated pot belly stove. The men would sit on the left side and the woman on the right. During the altar time the old men would sit back in the pew and weep. And if any of them caught the look in my amazed eye they would declare, with tears running down their cheek and a finger pointing at the souls laid about at the altar, 'The Holy Ghost! The Holy Ghost!' There was also a decency among the people like I have never seen. My grandfather was good friends with Dallas. In the 1950's they would have revivals that would go for weeks and early in the AM. Granny said that grandfather could worship the Lord until 2 AM and not have any trouble at all rising at 6 AM for work.
I remember well as a young man Dallas coming behind me to pray with me at the alter, with tears running down his cheek and onto my neck. As a guy who did not like to be touched this was quite profound. At the end of that summer we had a good revival in which the Lord seemed there in a mighty way. On reading the book, 'Run Baby Run,' by Nikki Cruise, I felt a voice telling me to put the book down. I paused, and then continued again to read. The voice said again, 'Put the book down.' I slept in my Grandmothers living room on an old fold away cot by the open living room door. The Katydids seemed to be singing very loud that night. There in my Grandmothers clean linens I heard the Spirit speak again, 'Where is all the stress, worry and hatred?' In which, upon examining my heart, there was nothing there but pure beauty. I thought to myself. 'Oh my! I got exactly what those people got!' I would spend the rest of the summer rejoicing with the people and in revival.
The Pentecostal Cure-All is to be filled with the Spirit. If we can get you guys saved, sanctified, and filled with the Holy Spirit you won't be going around questioning things because the very Spirit of God will bare witness with your spirit that you are a child of God.
This type of religion actually got its start in these parts back in the 1700's. GC Rankin was kind enough to share the story, which is exactly how I got it over 100 years later...
http://www.christianforums.com/threads/im-so-confused.7929734/page-3#post-69239883
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