I grew up in a Pentecostal home. As with St Paul, my mother could speak in tongues “more than ye all” As a boy, I have witnessed Pentecostal miracles first hand. I am a Pentecostal believer. I have no problem with “speaking in tongues”. I also have no problem with the interpretation of tongues. No problem with prophetic utterances or dancing as a part of the worship service, but the Apostle Paul commands us to do all things decently and in order. Spiritual “CHAOS” is not the moving of the Holy Spirit. Looking like a nineteenth century mental ward is not what the Lord has in mind for his Church. I visited a “church” this morning and soon enough became embarrassed to call myself Pentecostal. It was an exhibition of the flesh. It was so obviously an effort to emulate Pentecost of old. I once knew a fellow who, when he was gifted with tongues, spoke no English for several days. He could only utter an unintelligible language and it was not fake. He was filled with uncontainable joy and inflicted joy in everyone he came into contact with. That was the Power of Pentecost that I grew up around. It was appealing and magnetic to the onlooker, it was spontaneous and many hungered for it. Catholics, Episcopalians and Methodists were changed by it. It was that same fire that fell upon the Church on that first century “day of Pentecost”.
Today’s Pentecost is something different. It is something brought about by mindless communal shouting, deafening music, screaming in tongues and insane commotions in a persistent crescendo which leads the visitor to declare—-”these people are all crazy”. It is also an opportune time for the Pastor to prophecy at 120 decibels through an outrageously loud sound system. By the time the service is over, every well groomed person that had entered the building looks like they had been run over by a freight train. The costly curls are drenched in sweat. The clothing is disheveled, and every one proclaims—-”the Lord really moved in a wonderful way this morning, didn’t he?” No message of significance was delivered. No significant change in a person’s life took place. No depth of thought lingered on the slow drive home. The week following will be just like the week before in looking forward to next week’s “moving of the Holy Spirit”—–”having a form of Godliness but denying [rejecting] the power thereof”. Danny McDowell—–Pentecostal