WARNING: This post is strictly devoted to the topic of speaking in tongues. If this subject upsets or offends you, please move to another blog. I do not want to offend anyone.
I was raised in a Presbyterian church. I got saved on a Presbyterian Church Youth Work trip to New Mexico in 1969. The first and only thing I knew about the God who had just touched my life was what I read in 1 John in the days after my experience. I knew God was love and that I was to love those He had surrounded me with.
I was sixteen at the time and really craved having a girlfriend. I asked the Lord many times if it was the right time. He blessed me with someone a year younger than I was and as much of a novice in the boy/girl thing as I was. My girlfriend's sister who was a year older and whom I also knew for she went to my high school left the church youth group and started attending a Bible study group with a bunch of hippies. All anyone knew about this group was that supposedly they sat around in a house smoking dope and studying the Bible.
In December of 1969 my girlfriend's sister decided to bring about ten of her new friends to our Sunday night youth fellowship under the pretense of their leader playing the guitar and singing nice Christian songs. They all showed up with their long hair and hippie clothes and smelling like smoke. But, they were nice, and manifested more genuine love than anyone in my group.
Their leader, Donnie, had hair down to the base of his back and eyes that seemed to see right through you. After I introduced everyone to each other (I was the coordinator of the group) I turned things over to Donnie to play a couple of songs. He brought up his partner, Tommy, and together they sang for the next 40 minutes. When they were done, the normally laid back kids in the group stood up and yelled and clapped and screamed for more. I did exactly as they did.
They sang another song and before I could do anything Donnie started preaching. Oh my, did he preach. He spoke of things none of us had ever heard of. He spoke of things from the Bible that none of knew were in there. The last thing Donnie spoke about was speaking in tongues. I honestly had never heard of the thing. Hey, I was an almost 17 year old kid who had just learned about God 4 months earlier.
When the fellowship was over, everyone ran up to Donnie and Tommy wanting autographs. They were looked upon as rock stars because of their music. Instead of signing things they gently talked more about the things spoken of earlier. I was getting a little irritated because these guys were hogging all the attention. I noticed my girlfriend was missing and went looking for her. I finally found her in a room with her sister and three other girls from Donnie's group. They were sitting on the floor speaking in a language I could not understand. I shut the door and left perplexed.
A short time later the group I had just seen all came up to me more excited than any people I had ever seen on earth. My girlfriend was aglow like Moses coming down from the mountain. I had never seen her so happy. Her smile lit up the whole church. I asked what on earth went on in that room. They all grabbed me and told me it was my time to find out.
These five girls pretty much dragged me into a room and we sat on the floor while one of them read Bible verses about speaking in tongues. Then she instructed me as to what to do. She told me that Jesus had told the disciples after the resurrection to breathe in and receive the Holy Spirit. She told me to start breathing in, slow and deep breaths and all the while thank God for the gift of Holy Spirit and ability to manifest it through speaking in tongues. We did this for what seemed like hours, but actually only a few minutes.
I did as I was told and I kept breathing in and taking deep breaths thanking God for filling me to overflowing with the gift of Holy Spirit. Earlier she had instructed me that at the duly appointed time I was to move my mouth and my lips. I did that, but the Holy Spirit gave the utterance. After a long period of breathing in, she suddenly said to me "Now speak in tongues" and lo and behold I did along with the others in the room. We sat in there speaking in tongues together for a good ten minutes. It felt so wonderful and I felt an inner excitement I had never experienced in my young life. I was so filled with joy I just wanted cry.
When we finished I asked the girl who had "led me into tongues" what speaking in tongues was good for. She said to do when I felt happy and wanted to thank God for feeling that way. That night I went home and spoke in tongues for an hour for I was happy. I didn't speak in tongues again for 10 months after that for I was never happy like that again.
Ten months later I received more instruction on tongues and learned that by speaking in tongues you glorify God and worship Him spiritually. In October of 1970 I really spoke in tongues and have done so MUCH ever since. I can conceive of not having a Bible to read and still stay in fellowship with God. I can conceive not having any believers around and still being in fellowship with God. I cannot conceive not being able to speak in tongues and be alive.
If you have read any of my postings you know I have had my fair share of problems in this life. I have had disasters in marriages, finances and health. I have thought of ending this life and wished at times it would end when things were at their worst. I have been despised, rejected, used and abused by believers and unbelievers alike. I have spent years crawling on my belly spiritually trying to stay alive and spent prolonged periods in the depths of the darkest night of the soul.
Yet, I am still here and stronger than I was 35 years ago. How can that be? There are many reasons, but I am not ashamed to tell everyone the main reason I have been able to STAND no matter what life and the enemy threw at me. The only reason I am here typing this post is because I speak in tongues more than I can possibly keep track of. Speaking in tongues has kept me alive, healed me, blessed me and answered prayers for me. Speaking in tongues has electrified me, energized me and allowed me to overcome all the junk this life has put in my way.
Of all the things my God has blessed me with, I thank Him most for the ability to speak in tongues and to speak in tongues MUCH. Two years ago drove all over this country trying to help people. I would drive for ten hours and not even think about it. Most of the time I would listen to instrumental worship music and sing in tongues for hours and hours. People would always ask me why I barely had any voice left when I got to wherever I was going. I love to speak in tongues and gladly do it two to four hours per day.
If you don't speak in tongues and want to; find someone who does and knows how to help you do it. Or, just follow the instructions I gave earlier and allow God to lead you into tongues or as someone posted today to "hijack my tongue". I love that. Once you speak in tongues you are baptized in the Holy Spirit and your spiritual life will become new and your worship experience will define AWESOME.
I never speak in tongues when anyone else is around. It is between me and God. Yes, I used to be in a group that had tongues with interpretation at worship services, and I do believe in interpretation of tongues when in an assembly. But, speaking in tongues is for you to worship, magnify and bless God more than anything else. It is also perfect intercession and other things. But, always remember that when you speak in tongues, you are blessing the Father's heart a billion times more than just saying the words "Thank You", for when you speak in tongues you are giving thanks well.
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