To begin with, by and large the Pan-Pentecostal movement came out of Methodism. The Holiness movement of the 1800’s was driven by the Methodist church and it was from those roots that the Pentecostal outpouring sprang. That is not to say that it was only Methodist (holiness) people alone at the beginning, but it was the dominant doctrinal tradition.
The first of our family of five generations of apostolic oneness Pentecostals, came from
the Methodist. My late father said when he was a small child he saw his mother (Lizzie),
my paternal grandmother, shout her long hair down and hair pins went everywhere. Of
course, she didn't have the Holy Ghost, to lead and guide her at that time and when
the "bob" came in, after the soldier boys (her oldest brother one of them) came back
from WWI, she had her long hair bobbed, put on a chemise and did the "Charleston. That
is what Dad said. He was just a little boy and his mother also painted her lips bright red
and it effected Dad as a lad, so much, he crawled under the house where they stored
the potatoes, onions, etc., and cried. Mother didn't look like mother and it upset him.
In 1926, as she lay dying of typhoid fever, she breathed a simple mother's prayer,
"Lord, if You would see fit, let me live to raise my three children. Dad was 8, little bro-
ther was 5 and baby sister was 2 1/2 yrs. Grandma lasped into a coma and awoke the
next afternoon, hungry and thirsty. She would live to see my first grandson, who is 25
yrs. old. She lived until Oct. 1984. It might be interesting what a lot of people might
do IF they thought they were dying!
After God healed Grandma, she continued to pray and read her Bible diligently as she
had previously done as a devout Methodist. God sent a white-haired old preacher man
their way and in 1933-34, she and her young son, my late father, obey the truth as the
old preacher had preached it from the Word of God.
Grandma never "bobbed" cut or trimmed her hair after she received the Holy Ghost.
There is/are girls/ladies in every generation since, that have also followed this pattern.
There is more to this thing than many know. God chose the foolish things of this world
to confound the wise. God's ways are not our ways. They are SO much higher.
Blessings,
Falla39
Sister Falla, thank you for that post. My Great Grandmother was an old time Shouting Methodist, long before the out pouring of the Holy Ghost or the Pentecostal movement also.
My granfather who was a life long baptist recounted following her into the woods to her prayer spot where she would pray and shout and in his words "talk funny"
She died before any pentecostals came to that community. She was an old time Holiness Shouting Methodist that has roots deep in the 19th century.
__________________ If I do something stupid blame the Lortab!
Sister Falla, thank you for that post. My Great Grandmother was an old time Shouting Methodist, long before the out pouring of the Holy Ghost or the Pentecostal movement also.
My granfather who was a life long baptist recounted following her into the woods to her prayer spot where she would pray and shout and in his words "talk funny"
She died before any pentecostals came to that community. She was an old time Holiness Shouting Methodist that has roots deep in the 19th century.
Bro. Ferd,
God, by His Spirit, led His people long before the merger, the outpouring,
etc.
He lead His people out of the wilderness of Sin and continues to lead them
just as of old. In the beginning, GOD!!!!
God, by His Spirit, led His people long before the merger, the outpouring,
etc.
He lead His people out of the wilderness of Sin and continues to lead them
just as of old. In the beginning, GOD!!!!
Blessings,
Falla39
Amen. The funny part of the story is that Granny Miller would come back from the woods and live as cleanly and holy and Godly as any saint, but with time she would slip a bit and pick back up her snuff box and start with a poor attitude.
then she would go back to that old stump where she prayed and when she came back she was a saintly as you please!
There were few people around in those days and even fewer churches. once in a while an itenerate preacher would wonder thru the woods and find my folks and preach to them.
granny didnt have many folks that believed because there just werent very many folk that lived around there.
__________________ If I do something stupid blame the Lortab!
Amen. The funny part of the story is that Granny Miller would come back from the woods and live as cleanly and holy and Godly as any saint, but with time she would slip a bit and pick back up her snuff box and start with a poor attitude.
then she would go back to that old stump where she prayed and when she came back she was a saintly as you please!
There were few people around in those days and even fewer churches. once in a while an itenerate preacher would wonder thru the woods and find my folks and preach to them.
granny didnt have many folks that believed because there just werent very many folk that lived around there.
Back then, my family had never heard of the organization, merger, etc.
God led them out of Methodism into more of His wonderful Light. God led
them out of the wilderness and into the Light of the Glorious Gospel of our
Lord Jesus Christ. He has always led His children in the way HE would have
them go.
My Grandma Lizzie had a place wallowed out down in the persimmon grove.
The place where she went to meet her Lord in prayer.
I posted a link from a thread I posted (ABOVE), more about Grandma after she was
baptized in Jesus Name and received the Holy Ghost.
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