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Originally Posted by deltaguitar
I admitted to myself that although I believed in speaking in tongues I had lied to myself and others for over 20 years that I had received this experience. This was the hardest step because I had lied to myself for so long. At this point there was nothing left of my old self.
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Great post. But what do you mean that you had lied to yourself about the HG experience? Do you believe that you had "counterfeit tongues"?
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Originally Posted by deltaguitar
But I wake up at night having dreams of being back in those situations and I cannot get away. I remember all the times as a child I was seeking the holy ghost and couldn't get it only to be told, just keep trying, yield your tongue, just block everything out, blah blah blah. I remember how people would gather around and hold our hands up and pray and pray for ever and the only way we could stop would be to just put our hands down and walk away. Every time one of our friends would decided to pray we would do the same thing, crowding around to help them pray through. Making enough noise to drowned out their stammering lips so they wouldn't feel awkward while seeking. Looking back it was complete torture and I pray I never allow my children to go through anything like this.
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I can completely relate to this experience. Although I had been raised UPC, I never actually spoke in tongues until a later age (I was late teens). I was not rebellious; I had prayed/tarried/fasted for years for the HG. During my late childhood, early teen years, I had some humiliating experiences at the altar where people were trying to pray me through.
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absolutely petrified of children/youth revival services, and would not wish my experiences on my worst enemy. Well-meaning people would usher me down to the altar (without asking my preferences) and begin to yell in my ear. I was an introvert, and this practice scared the daylights out of me; never was I in a spiritual mindset during those altar call moments. I was scared, and believed I was going to hell. An evangelist told me he was "hot on my trail."
The word "rapture" made me tremble because I didn't have the Holy Ghost, although I had wept and prayed my heart out over and over. I can't just sit back and say nothing about this. Unfortunately, my story is not unique.
None of this should be a bad reflection on my parents; they loved me and were not overly pressuring me about the HG. All of these experiences happened during camp meetings, youth revivals, and Bible Quiz rallies. Where was the cross in all of this? Why didn't my teachers tell me that Jesus had absorbed the Father's wrath and had given me His righteousness so that I didn't have to feel ashamed and guilty anymore? Where was the Gospel?
Do I love and value the gift of tongues? Absolutely. Do I believe that we should terrorize people into believing that that they are lost if they have never received tongues? No.