How many times did you ask God for the Holy Ghost?

[Sam]

In 1964 John and Elizabeth Sherrill wrote a book titled “They Speak With Other Tongues.” The book has gone through several printings and about 2.5 million copies have been sold worldwide. I read it about 40 years ago and was blessed by it. I guess there is no way to know how many people have been informed and influenced by it and how many have received the experience known as “the Pentecostal Experience” or “The Baptism in the Holy Spirit” because of that book.

Here is an excerpt from chapter 2, pages 23-27.

I first heard of Harald Bredesen through Mrs. Norman Vincent Peale, a coeditor, with her husband of “Guideposts.” We were holding a regular Monday night editorial meeting when she came in a little out of breath.

“I’m sorry to be late,” she said. Then, even before her coat was off, “...I’ve just had dinner with a young man who’s given me a real jolt --and a lot to think about.”

I had worked with Ruth Peale for ten years. Everyone on the staff valued her for a quality of balance and levelheaded good sense. She could always be counted on to bring us back to earth, should our thinking ever become too abstract or wishful. I make a point of this because of the strangeness of the story that Ruth told us that evening. It sounded so fanciful that if it had come from someone else, I might have dismissed it rather quickly.

“Have you ever heard the expression ‘speaking in tongues’?” she asked. Most of us had a vague recollection of the phrase. It came from the Bible, I thought.

“’Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels...’ That one?” I said.

“That’s one reference, “ Ruth said. “It’s mentioned in the gospels and Paul speaks of it several times, but most of the references are in the Book of Acts. Apparently, speaking in tongues was a big part of the life of the early Church. Far more than I’d realized.

“Well, my dinner guest said that he had had this experience himself. Not only he, but some of his friends too. Norman and I sat spellbound for two hours while he told us about people all over the country who are having this happen to them. Apparently, the ‘tongue’ sometimes turns out to be a real language, which someone listening will understand, although the speaker has never learned it and has no idea what he is saying. It sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But there’s something about this man....” She paused. “Well, I for one want to know more about it”

After the meeting I told Ruth that I would like to meet her speaker in tongues. I thought it might make a good story for the magazine. I did meet him. But the deeper I got into the subject, the more I realized that I had stumbled onto something too big for a single magazine article.

Harald Bredesen is an ordained minister, pastor of the First Reformed Church, Mount Vernon, New York. He is about my age, then in his late thirties. He had a clerical collar, a bald spot and an excitement that was contagious. Bredesen and I had lunch together in a restaurant near my office, and there, in a setting of coffee cups and sugar shakers, he told me a story that seemed to come from a different world.

A few years earlier, Harald Bredesen, although he’d been busily involved in the work of his church, had also been a dissatisfied young man. It seemed to him that his religious life had no vitality to it, especially when he compared his experiences with those of the earliest Christians.

“There was an excitement, a stirring of life in the young Church” Bredesen said. “The Church today; by and large, has lost this. You’ve felt it, I’m sure. Where are the changed lives? Where are the healings? Where is the belief that men will die for?”

At home in the evenings Bredesen had begun to read the biblical accounts of the early churches with these questions in mind, and almost instantly fell upon a clue. The more he read, the more he became convinced that first-century Christians received their vitality from the Holy Spirit, and more especially from an experience called, in the New Testament, the baptism in the Holy Spirit.

Bredesen determined that he was going to have this experience for himself, and he went about it by taking a vacation. He headed for the Allegheny Mountains, ensconced himself in a mountain cabin and there began to pray around the clock. He made up his mind to stay in that cabin until he reached a new level of communication with God. Day after day he kept up his prayer vigil.

At last one morning while he was standing outside the cabin praying aloud, a stillness seemed to settle over the hills. Every fiber of Bredesen’s body tensed, as if his whole being were entering into a new plane of awareness. He stopped speaking for a moment. And when he began again, out of his mouth came, and here are his words as I wrote them down that day:

“...the most beautiful outpouring of vowels and consonants and also some strange, guttural syllables. I could not recognize any of it. It was as though I was listening to a foreign language, except that it was coming out of my own mouth.”

Amazed, curious and a bit frightened, Bredesen ran down the mountain, still talking aloud in this tongue. He came to the edge of a small community. On the stoop of a cabin sat an old man. Bredesen continued to speak in the tongue that was coming so easily and naturally from his lips. The man answered, talking rapidly in a language that Bredesen did not know. When it became obvious that they were not communicating, the old man spoke in English.

“How can you speak Polish but not understand it?” the man asked.

“I was speaking Polish?”

The man laughed, thinking that Bredesen was joking. “Of course it was Polish,” he said.

But Bredesen wasn’t joking. As far as he could recall, he had never before heard the language.

I was still drumming the tabletop over that one, when he told me of a second experience, this one in a lobby of a New York hotel. Bredesen was attending a breakfast meeting and had left his hat on a chair outside the dining room. When the time came to leave, he found the chair occupied not by his hat, but by a pretty young lady.

At the time Bredesen was a bachelor, and his male instincts prompted him to extend the conversation beyond a formal excuse-me-have-you-seen-my-hat? The girl noticed the clerical collar, and in a few minutes they were deep in a conversation on religion. After a while the young lady volunteered the information that her own religious life somehow left her dissatisfied. And soon Bredesen was telling her that he too had felt this lack but that he had found a new dimension in his devotional life through speaking in tongues.

“Through what?” asked the girl.

“Speaking in a language that God gives you,” Bredesen said, and went on to tell her a little about his experience. In the girl’s eyes he read disbelief and also something like apprehension.

“Can you speak in these tongues any time you want to?” she said, and he thought she edged imperceptibly to the far side of her chair.

“They’re given us for prayer.”

“Well, can you pray in tongues whenever you want to?”

“Yes. Would you like me to pray this way now?”

The girl looked around the lobby, outright alarm in her eyes this time.

“I won’t embarrass you” said Bredesen, and with that he bowed his head slightly and after a short silent prayer began speaking words that to him were unintelligible. The sounds were clipped and full of ps and ks. When he finished, he opened his eyes and saw that the girl’s face was ashen.

“Why ... why ... I understood you. You were praising God. You were speaking a very old form of Arabic.”

“How do you know?” asked Bredesen.

Then he learned that the girl was the daughter of an Egyptologist, that she herself spoke several modern Arabic dialects and had studied archaic Arabic.

“You pronounced the words perfectly,” she said. “Where on earth did you learn old Arabic?”

Harald Bredesen shook his head. “I didn’t” he said. “I didn’t even know there was such a language.”

My interview with Harald Bredesen left me more puzzled than enlightened. Surely there was a logical explanation for the tales he’d told me. Otherwise what he was claiming were out-and-out miracles, and this just didn’t jibe with anything I knew of the world today.

[Sam]

I recently finished reading “Nine O’clock In The Morning” by Dennis J. Bennett, copyright 1970.

Dennis J. Bennett (born 10/28/17, died 11/1/91) was an Episcopal clergyman prominently identified with the Charismatic Renewal from the beginning. He was pastor of the St. Mark Episcopal Church in Van Nuys, CA., a congregation of about 2600, and in 1959 and early 1960, he and several others in the church were baptized in the Holy Spirit. The group of Spirit-filled believers in the congregation grew and and there was some division among church members over the experience. On April 3, 1960, Pastor Bennett announced his experience in a sermon to the congregation and later resigned his position as pastor. He then moved to St. Luke’s in Seattle and from there traveled nationally and internationally teaching on and ministering the Holy Spirit. At the time the book was written he estimated that between 8 and 10 thousand people had received the Holy Ghost Baptism through meetings in the Seattle area. The April 3, 1960 date is usually considered the beginning of the Charismatic Renewal so next month will be a 50 year anniversary.

The book starts out on his day off when a fellow Episcopal priest named Frank visited him and expressed concern about a couple of members in his (Frank’s) church. When Father Bennett asked him why he is concerned about his members, the priest says that, although they had been members of the church when he first came as pastor, they recently started coming to church on a regular basis, and seemed to be "enjoying" their religion. When asked, they explained that the reason for the big change in them is that they had recently been baptized in the Holy Spirit and had spoken with tongues.

Well, Father Bennett becomes intrigued and starts visiting with them and then attending some prayer meetings, talking to people, and investigating by reading the Bible. After about three months of cautiously looking on, he is told that if he wants to be baptized in the Spirit, all he has to do is ask for the experience. On a Saturday afternoon, Father Bennett and another priest from his diocese (not Frank) were in the couple’s home and it happened.

Here’s how the book describes the event on pages 20 and 21.

John came across the room and laid his hands first on my head, and then on my friend’s. He began to pray, very quietly, and I recognized the same thing as when Bud had prayed with me a few days before: he was speaking a language that I did not understand, and speaking it very fluently. He wasn’t a bit “worked up” about it either. Then he prayed in English for Jesus to baptize me in the Holy Spirit.

I began to pray, as he told me, and I prayed very quietly, too. I was not about to get even a little bit excited! I was simply following instructions. I suppose I must have prayed out loud for about twenty minutes --at least it seemed to be a log time-- and was just about to give up when a very strange thing happened. My tongue tripped, just as it might when you are trying to recite a tongue twister, and I began to speak in a new language!

Right away I recognized several things: first, it wasn’t some kind of psychological trick or compulsion. There was nothing compulsive about it. I was allowing these new words to come to my lips and was speaking them out of my own volition, without in any way being forced to do it. I wasn’t “carried away” in any sense of the word, but was fully in possession of my wits and my willpower. I spoke the new language because it was interesting to speak a language I had never learned, even though I didn’t know what I was saying. I had taken quite a while to learn a small amount of German and French, but here was a language “for free”! Secondly, it was a real language, not some kind of “baby-talk.” It had grammar and syntax: it had inflection and expression --and it was rather beautiful! I went on allowing these new words to come to my lips for about five minutes, then said to my friends: “Well, that must be what you mean by ‘speaking in tongues’ --but what is it all about? I don’t feel anything?”

They said joyfully, “Praise the Lord!”

This seemed a bit irrelevant and was a little strong for my constitution. It bordered on the fanatical for such a thing to be said by Episcopalians on a fine Saturday afternoon sitting right in the front room of their own home.

[Sam]

This is from a booklet called "The Charismatic Movement, Renewal or Confusion?" which I received from Pastor James Lee Beall quite a while ago ( in the 1960's or maybe in the early 1970's). He was pastor of Bethesda Missionary Temple in Detroit, MI. This church was considered "Latter Rain," "Oneness Pentecostal," or "Apostolic Pentecostal" depending on your viewpoint. In this portion he describes his attitude toward "Charismatics," and tells of being invited to participate in one of their meetings and of people receiving the Holy Ghost Baptism.

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Religious Superiority

It is relatively simple to sit back and criticize every and all religious groups. If you want something to offend you, it will be easily found.

When the Lord God first began to pour the Holy Spirit upon segments of the organized church --the Catholics, the Baptists, the Episcopalians, etc., I sat back to criticize. Believe me, I found plenty that I did not consider right or proper.

How superior I felt as I sat in my detached ivory tower pointing out the wrongs committed by others! There is no feeling quite like that which comes with religious superiority. It is like the eye saying to the hand, "I have no need of you."

...It is my personal opinion that the charismatic renewal has brought segments of the religious world to needed areas of maturity. For the first time in years and years, men and women of different persuasions are able to sit down and talk without cutting one another to pieces. We have ceased being afraid of one another.

My First Charismatic Conference.

Some years back I was invited to one of the major U.S. cities to take part in a city-wide charismatic conference. This was the first for me and I wasn't sure that I wanted to go.

I gave the matter some thought and prayer. Inwardly I knew it was the right step for me. I accepted the invitations and left for the meetings.

What I saw in the initial services made me a little uneasy. Hundreds of people were in attendance with clergymen of all backgrounds.

During the course of this dinner-meeting,the religious community was invited to stand and identify themselves. To my surprise, the Roman Catholics --priests and nuns-- were in the majority.

I could not believe they were really interested in knowing about the baptism in the Holy Spirit and what God was doing spiritually all over the world. I had come to believe that Roman Catholics and Episcopalians were such dyed-in-the-wool sacramentalists that personal spiritual experiences were of little or no interest to them. In that meeting, I began to get the sneaky hunch that I might have been wrong.

The day after the initial dinner-meeting we conducted our services in one of the local church buildings. My responsibility was to speak morning and evening.

Following my teaching on the baptism in the Holy Spirit that evening I invited those who were interested to stand and express their interest in this way. About half of that audience responded.

The church sanctuary was completely filled so I asked those seated in the right front section to move toward the rear if they were not interested in further instruction and prayer for the baptism in the Holy Spirit. Finally, we got everyone settled again.

There in the first rows were Roman Catholic priests and nuns, along with other ministers and workers from various churches. I didn't know exactly what I ought to do.

The reason for my quandry was that I knew the Lord had no intention of filling these people with the Holy Spirit. They belonged to the wrong churches and I was not even sure of their salvation. There was no other step to be taken except that of instruction. This I did with the intention of eventually leading them to prayer.

In my prayer I led these seekers to repeat after me. My prayer would be a request for the forgiveness of sins and the confession that we were fully aware that there was one mediator between God and man, the Lord Jesus Christ. I was going to make Protestants out of all these Catholics if I possibly could. After all, this was the only way they could receive something from the Lord.

Mixed Reactions

While I was praying with my eyes closed, my prayer was interrupted. Someone was singing and praising God in another language. In a few minutes, others joined in.

When I opened my eyes to see who it was who was being filled with the Holy Spirit, i was amazed to find the majority of them were obviously Roman Catholics. My reactions were mixed. I was happy for them, while at the same time puzzled. How could this happen? What did it all mean?

The next day the entire scene broke in on me again. All I could say was, "God did it!" I did not lay my hands on them. No one gave them words to say nor did we initiate anything.

God evidently did not care if they were protestants or Catholics and He did not keep the Spirit from them because they wore clerical clothes. The Lord God looked down into the hearts and saw the hunger there. Not a hunger for things, or experiences, or gifts --just a deep and singular hunger and thirst for Him. He meets the hungry and satisfies their mouth with good things. Make no mistake about this.

[Arphaxad]

When I was baptized I was told to praise the Lord and if I started saying things that I didn't know what I was saying that it was tongues and I was being filled with the Holy Ghost. So after I came out of the water I got like 3 "praise the Lord's" out and started saying things that I didn't know what I was saying and felt like I was going to burst into flames all soaking wet. I didn't know anything about HG or tongues before that, it was my first night in apostolic/pentecostal church. So I never asked to be filled, and still don't, I just do the same thing-start praising and worshipping wherever I am and can feel God all around me and in me. ( though I don't feel like I'm going to "flame on" all the time!) Isn't it neat how God works?

[jfrog]

Originally Posted by Arphaxad

When I was baptized I was told to praise the Lord and if I started saying things that I didn't know what I was saying that it was tongues and I was being filled with the Holy Ghost. So after I came out of the water I got like 3 "praise the Lord's" out and started saying things that I didn't know what I was saying and felt like I was going to burst into flames all soaking wet. I didn't know anything about HG or tongues before that, it was my first night in apostolic/pentecostal church. So I never asked to be filled, and still don't, I just do the same thing-start praising and worshipping wherever I am and can feel God all around me and in me. ( though I don't feel like I'm going to "flame on" all the time!) Isn't it neat how God works?

I really should have put a 0 option!

[Sam]

Originally Posted by Arphaxad

When I was baptized I was told to praise the Lord and if I started saying things that I didn't know what I was saying that it was tongues and I was being filled with the Holy Ghost. So after I came out of the water I got like 3 "praise the Lord's" out and started saying things that I didn't know what I was saying and felt like I was going to burst into flames all soaking wet. I didn't know anything about HG or tongues before that, it was my first night in apostolic/pentecostal church. So I never asked to be filled, and still don't, I just do the same thing-start praising and worshipping wherever I am and can feel God all around me and in me. ( though I don't feel like I'm going to "flame on" all the time!) Isn't it neat how God works?

OK, that sounds good to me. Perhaps we would have more people receiving the HGB sooner if they were instructed that way. I think we make it harder for people to just accept and begin speaking with tongues. We give people the idea that the Holy Ghost is gonna just take over and force out some unknown language or words. Actually, in Acts 2:4 it says "and they (the 120 or so) were all filled with the Holy Ghost and (they) began to speak with other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance." Notice who spoke. They (the 120) did the speaking but the Spirit gave the utterance. Also notice that they spoke in tongues because they were filled or as a result of their filling, not in order to receive the filling. They were filled first and because they were filled, they then (subsequently) began to speak with tongues.

Speaking with tongues may not be immediate upon being baptized in the Holy Ghost. Wow, we better be careful where we go with that!! I've heard of people (actually just heard one preacher say it this past Wednesday at a prayer meeting) that when she was baptized in the Spirit she did not speak with tongues for a couple of days.

[mizpeh]

Originally Posted by Sam

Speaking with tongues may not be immediate upon being baptized in the Holy Ghost. Wow, we better be careful where we go with that!! I've heard of people (actually just heard one preacher say it this past Wednesday at a prayer meeting) that when she was baptized in the Spirit she did not speak with tongues for a couple of days.

Sam, who are we going to believe? The testimonies in the Bible or someone who said she was baptized in the Spirit but did not speak in tongues for a couple of days?

How did she know she was baptized in the Spirit before she spoke with tongues?

[Sam]

Originally Posted by mizpeh

Sam, who are we going to believe? The testimonies in the Bible or someone who said she was baptized in the Spirit but did not speak in tongues for a couple of days?

How did she know she was baptized in the Spirit before she spoke with tongues?

If she had hands laid on her which seems to be the normal way to minister the Holy Ghost Baptism, I assume she believed that she received the experience right then when the hands were placed on her. Then, because she was a believer, the sign of tongues "followed" a couple of days later.

[Sam]

This is from chapter 4, pages 31-38 of “Prison To Praise” copyright 1970. The book was written by Chaplain (LTC) Merlin R. Carothers and tells of his conversion after leaving the U.S. Army, his college training and entrance back into the Service as a Chaplain, and then his ministry for several years. Chapter 4 tells about how he heard of and received the Baptism in the Holy Spirit.

For some time I’d been going to a small weekly prayer group near Fort Bragg. One evening, Ruth, a member of the group was visibly moved during a prayer session. I’d watched her during several meetings and often thought I’d like to ask her how she had come to experience such obvious joy in her life. Unlike some of the rest of us, she seemed to be filled continuously with a joy I certainly had felt only on rare occasions in my life.

This particular evening Ruth confided in me, “I was so blessed I almost prayed out loud in tongues.”

“You almost what?” I was horrified.

“Prayed in tongues, “Ruth said brightly.

I lowered my voice and looked around to see if we were being watched. “Ruth, you could have ruined our group! What has come over you?”

Ruth laughed heartily. ”I’ve been praying in tongues ever since I received the Baptism in the Holy Spirit.”

“What is that?” I’d never herd the term before.

Ruth patiently explained that it was the same experience that the disciples had at Pentecost. “I experienced my own Pentecost, she smiled with unmistakable radiance.

“I thought you were Baptist,” I felt shaken.

“I am, but God is moving in all denominations.”...

I put my hand on her arm. “Be careful, Ruth,” I said earnestly, “You’re playing with dangerous stuff. I’ll be praying for you, nd if you need help, call me.”

Ruth smiled and patted my hand, “Thank you, Merlin, I appreciate your concern.”

Some time later she called me.

Ruth later called Merlin and invited him to come to a retreat. Other calls followed reminding him to bring his golf golf clubs and letting him know that all his expenses would be paid for him and another minister if he wanted to bring a friend. He and a Presbyterian minister named Dick went.

The story continues,

The services were unlike anything we’d ever attended before. People sang with uninhibited joy, clapped their hands and actually raised their arms while they were singing.

Both Dick and I felt very much out of place, but agreed there was a joy here that we could learn something from.

One ...lady kept coming up to us and saying, “Has anything happened yet?”

“No, ma’am, what do you mean?” we’d answer.

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” she always said.

Ruth and some of the others who had invited us urged me to have a private talk with a certain lady who they said had unusual power.

They took us to meet her, and I instantly disliked her She quoted scripture in a way that made me feel as if she was trying to convert me. I didn’t like to have scripture quoted to me, and especially by a woman.

Still, our friends insisted that we have a talk with her, and since they’d paid our way there, I felt ie we ought to oblige.

We sat patiently as she told us what God had done in her life and in the lives of others that she knew. She made numerous references to the “Baptism in the Holy Spirit,” and went through the Scriptures to show that the experience had been a common one for Christians in the first century.

“The Holy Spirit is still doing the same thing in many people’s lives today,” she said. “Jesus Christ still baptizes those who believe in Him, just as He did at Pentecost.”

I felt a twinge of excitement. Could it be that I could experience my own Pentecost? Could I see tongues of fire, hear the rush of wind, and speak in an unknown tongue?

She had finished talking and sat looking at us.


I’d like to pray for you,’” she said softly. “That you might receive the Baptism in the Holy Spirit.”

Without hesitating I said, “Yes.”

She placed her hands on my head and began to pray softly. I waited for “it” to hit me. Nothing happened. I didn’t feel a thing.

She went on and placed her hands on Dick’s head. When she had finished praying I looked at him and he looked at me. I could tell he hadn’t felt anything either. This whole thing was a fake.

The lady looked at us both with a hint of a smile.

“You haven’t felt anything yet, have you?”

We shook our heads. “No, ma’am.”

“I’m going to pray for you in a language you will not understand. As I pray you will receive a new language of your own.”

Again she placed her hands on my head. I felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. When she was through praying she asked if I could hear or sense any words within me that I didn’t understand. I thought for a moment and realized that there were in my mind words that didn’t mean anything to me. I felt certain that these words were a product of my own imagination, and I told her so.

“If you said them out loud, would you feel as if you were being made a fool of?” she asked.

“I certainly would.”

“Would you be willing t be a fool for Christ’s sake?” This put the whole situation in a different. perspective. Of course I’d do anything for Christ, but speaking out loud such utter nonsense could mean disaster for my future. I could imagine all those people going around telling everyone that a Methodist chaplain had been praying in an unknown tongue. I might even have to leave the Army! Still, what if this was what Christ wanted me to do? Suddenly even my army career seemed less important. Haltingly I began to speak out loud the words that were forming in my mouth.

Still I felt nothing different. I did believe that Jesus Christ had given me a new tongue as a sign that He had baptized me in the Holy Spirit, yet the disciples at Pentecost had acted like drunk men. Obviously they had been overwhelmed by some feeling.

I watched Dick; his experience seemed to be the same as mine. He spoke words of an unknown tongue and believed in the validity of it, yet displayed no emotional reaction.


”Your experience is based on faith in a fact, not on feeling,” said the lady, apparently reading our minds.

I sat in deep thought --I didn’t feel any different, but was I different? I looked up; an amazing realization had just hit me.

“I know that Jesus Christ is alive!” I said. ”I don’t just believe, I KNOW!”

Why of course! The Holy Spirit brings witness of Jesus Christ says the Bible. Now I knew that to be a fact. That was the source of the new authority the disciples after Pentecost. They didn’t remember a man who had lived and died and risen again. They knew Him in the present tense because He had filled them with His Holy Spirit whose primary purpose is to witness to Jesus Christ!

In a flash I understood the horror of what I’d been guilty of for the last several years. Not only I, scores of so-called Christians in pulpits and in pews who dilute the message of the Cross and the central position of Christ.

Even as I saw the magnitude of my sin, I also saw Jesus Christ in all His splendor as my redeemer. I saw Him for what I’d always known deep in my heart that He was. All my recent nagging doubts were swept away by a wave of joyous certainty....

“Thank you, Jesus!” I stood up, and as I reached my full height, something hit me! I was suddenly filled and overflowing with a feeling of warmth nd love for everybody in the room.

It must have hit Dick at the same time. I saw the tears well up in his eyes, and without a word we reached out and gave each other a bear hug, laughing and crying at the same time.

I looked at the dear lady I had resented so fiercely just a short while ago, and realized that I loved her. She was my sister in Christ!

We went downstairs for lunch and I felt an overwhelming love for everyone I saw. I had never known anything like it before.

That evening Dick and I began to pray in one of the the rooms. People came to join us and soon the room was full. As we prayed others were filled with the Holy Spirit. The hotel rang with shouts of joy as people experienced the fullness of Christ’s presence.

At 2:00 a.m. Dick and I tried to go to sleep. It was no use, we were too excited.

I said, “Dick, let’s get up and pray some more.” We prayed for another two hours for everyone we knew and then praised God for His goodness to us.

[Sam]

The reason I'm posting these various accounts of people receiving the Holy Ghost Baptism is to show that God does baptize people in His Spirit when they open up to Him and allow Him to. This experience can happen without a person being ganged up on in at an altar in a church and after extended praying and exertion. I wish I had known this years ago when I used to "tarry" and "seek the Holy Ghost."

Like I had posted earlier, I did begin to speak with another tongue/language on May 20, 1955 which just happened to be Pentecost Sunday that year.