And here’s my funniest moment from River Camp, the Pentecostal Family Camp I’m hanging out at.
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| Irene, praying in baby language! |
Irene was lying on the floor, trying “soaking prayer” with the adults for the first time ever. A lady came and prayed with her, she said. “First she prayed in English, and then she prayed in African,” said, Irene, 13.
“In African? Was she black?” I asked. “No, blonde,” she said.
I laughed. She was probably speaking in tongues.
We attended a Charismatic church (St. Aldate’s, Oxford) for 6 years, but since Irene went to children’s church, I guess she’s never heard glossolalia, or speaking in tongues, a gift I received when i was 17.
Which, incidentally, can sound beautiful, and exotic. I fancy it sounds like Persian!!
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Oops, should have proofread before I hit the send. Blame it on the fever I have. She had to take her girl to the meetings. In fact, I could write that a lot better.
That is precious. I often wish once a month, at least, we would have pentecostal, all church prayer meeting. I know a woman with a daughter the same age as my oldest. She was a single mom and had to the girl with her to prayer meetings. Sometimes as a young child, she curled up and slept on the pew. She has such a calm spirit and is working on her Masters for children's ministry. I wish I had been that brave.