***UPCI's Anthony Langston's New Book: Holier Than God ***

[Coonskinner]

Originally Posted by mfblume

Is this guy presently UPCI?

Yes he is.

I have known Tony Langston for around nine years, but haven't had contact with him for a while. He is one of the funniest guys to be around that you will ever meet, a lot of humor, and sharp.

It looks like he is about to achieve exit velocity though.

[RevDWW]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

Yes he is.

I have known Tony Langston for around nine years, but haven't had contact with him for a while. He is one of the funniest guys to be around that you will ever meet, a lot of humor, and sharp.

It looks like he is about to achieve exit velocity though.

You think he's going to break strain, overcome the UPCI gravitational field, and exit orbit?

[Coonskinner]

Originally Posted by RevDWW

You think he's going to break strain, overcome the UPCI gravitational field, and exit orbit?

He's showing all the signs--especially the book writing.

All the guys who leave us tend to want to write books or letters explaining their newfound liberty.

[pelathais]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

He's showing all the signs--especially the book writing.

All the guys who leave us tend to want to write books or letters explaining their newfound liberty.

Tony's been in and out before, though. He may have a heat shield like the shuttle. But even that burns up sometimes.

[Coonskinner]

Originally Posted by pelathais

Tony's been in and out before, though. He may have a heat shield like the shuttle. But even that burns up sometimes.

Tony and I were sitting on the balcony at Chester Wright's in Annapolis about midnight one night, after a long, arduous day and night of fasting, praying, hearing Brother Wright teach, and being browbeaten by Johnny Garrison.

We were exhausted. We had probably logged 6-8 hours of prayer, and more than that of teaching.

We were on the third day of fasting...it was pretty brutal.

As we sat there and sipped coffee, Johnny Garrison was prancing around, still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Tony stared balefully at Brother Garrison over the rim of his coffee cup, and said to me, "I'm hungry for more of God, and I want God to use me. But if that man tells me to pray one more time tonight, I'm going to spit on his shoes."

I nearly fell out laughing.

[RevDWW]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

Tony and I were sitting on the balcony at Chester Wright's in Annapolis about midnight one night, after a long, arduous day and night of fasting, praying, hearing Brother Wright teach, and being browbeaten by Johnny Garrison.

We were exhausted. We had probably logged 6-8 hours of prayer, and more than that of teaching.

We were on the third day of fasting...it was pretty brutal.

As we sat there and sipped coffee, Johnny Garrison was prancing around, still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Tony stared balefully at Brother Garrison over the rim of his coffee cup, and said to me, "I'm hungry for more of God, and I want God to use me. But if that man tells me to pray one more time tonight, I'm going to spit on his shoes."

I nearly fell out laughing.

That was funny. My only question is, what were you guys doing drinking coffe while fasting????

[Coonskinner]

Originally Posted by RevDWW

That was funny. My only question is, what were you guys doing drinking coffe while fasting????

Brother,

We stayed in the church all week long, locked in.

We were up praying all hours of the night and through the day, in between sessions of Brother Wright teaching. We slept very little.

It was so physically grueling that we drank coffee some of the time to help us stay a little focused.

[pelathais]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

Tony and I were sitting on the balcony at Chester Wright's in Annapolis about midnight one night, after a long, arduous day and night of fasting, praying, hearing Brother Wright teach, and being browbeaten by Johnny Garrison.

We were exhausted. We had probably logged 6-8 hours of prayer, and more than that of teaching.

We were on the third day of fasting...it was pretty brutal.

As we sat there and sipped coffee, Johnny Garrison was prancing around, still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Tony stared balefully at Brother Garrison over the rim of his coffee cup, and said to me, "I'm hungry for more of God, and I want God to use me. But if that man tells me to pray one more time tonight, I'm going to spit on his shoes."

I nearly fell out laughing.

I was teaching at a church where some of my family ran things. There was a lot of resentment against me from some of them and I was having a hard time getting the congregation involved with my message.

Tony was scheduled to speak right after me. I don't know if I said something that blessed him, or if he just felt sorry for me; but about 3/4 of the way through he came dancing up the aisle and his example shook the whole place up. I've always appreciated that bit of praise and worship of his, though I could never really tell him how much it meant to me as a young preacher.