And here’s my funniest moment from River Camp, the Pentecostal Family Camp I’m hanging out at.
|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!!