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!!