The Spirit comes in Wind and Fire (Acts 2)

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Perhaps the rural Galileans spoke a form of Syrilliac an archaic forerunner of Aramaic, Semitic and Cyrillic tongues ... some so old we know little about them as they have been ensconced in modern tongues like English that acts like it stands alone ... but has ancient roots ...

Thus a voice from the past allows powers of the present to be blind to that which they'd rather not be cognizant of ... leading to discounting of old and bored Noos ... as rarely augured ...

There are traces in ancient poetry that can give signs of things overhead in the darkness of the queen of the night Skye ... maybe knight's Kae (Ka being a mysterious spirit ... witholding regarding dreams). Such is a tight spot like the abstract of psyche ... to be continued!
 
I was pondering the diversity of thought that can be generated by different translations of one language, never mind, words in different languages.

It so adds to the richness of our Wednesday morning lectio divina bible study. It is often the differences (in meaning, in focus, in feeling) between the three translations/paraphrases we usually use (The NSRV, The Inclusive Bible and The Message) that generate a lot of our discussion.
 
ON THE WIND AND FIRE

Acts 2 reminds me of a glossolalic experience I had at age 16 that in retrospect is the only reason a young skeptic like me remains a Christian to this day. I was convinced that the Bible was not credible and that gifts of the Spirit were either hysteria or wishful thinking fueled by Pentecostal pressure and expectations. I decided to give God one last chance. So I attended camp meetings at Pelican Lake in western Manitoba. On Tuesday I went on a 7 mile walk in which I poured out my heart to God about my utter skepticism and confessed that my growing agnosticism seemed unavoidable. When I returned, I decided to fast for the evening meal and put the money for the meal in the offering plate in the evening service. Then I attended the evening service but it left me cold. After the service we were invited forward to seek God at the altar; so I reluctantly complied. I knelt there stoically determined not to succumb to any wishful thinking or the power of suggestion. Eventually I was the only one at the front of the now darkening outdoor amphitheater by the lake.

Suddenly I was enveloped by a strong breeze which I assumed had blown in off the adjacent lake. I was wrong! As on the Day of Pentecost, I found myself erupting in other tongues against my will! I was invaded by wave after wave of liquid love, each more intense than the last, until I was terrified by the sense that my feeble mind was about to be absorbed in God mind and I would lose my individual identity! I soon became aware that a few spectators were drifting in the amphitheater and sitting in awe at what was happening to me. Self-conscious, I later asked a lady why she was staring at me and she replied, "Don't you know? Your face is glowing in the dark!" I was then approached by a Lutheran pastor, who told me, "I don't believe in speaking in tongues and I'm just here as an interested spectator." Rather than argue, I just touched him gently on the forehead and he just exploded in other tongues! In the Azusa Street outpouring of 1908ff. that birthed modern global Pentecostalism, outsiders called the fire department because they saw what they thought was a large fire in the building!

Over the decades, scarcely a day passes when I'm not nourished by the awesome memory of what happened to me that fateful night, by far the most life-changing episode in my life. God revealed to me that night that He would give me the highest academic average in Manitoba in my senior year to point the way to my long grad studies in Scripture. I have a photo of then Premier Duff Roblin shaking my hand in acknowledgement of that achievement. That glossolalic experience transformed my mind so that my academic performance suddenly and dramatically improved.


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ON THE WIND AND FIRE

Acts 2 reminds me of a glossolalic experience I had at age 16 that in retrospect is the only reason a young skeptic like me remains a Christian to this day. I was convinced that the Bible was not credible and that gifts of the Spirit were either hysteria or wishful thinking fueled by Pentecostal pressure and expectations. I decided to give God one last chance. So I attended camp meetings at Pelican Lake in western Manitoba. On Tuesday I went on a 7 mile walk in which I poured out my heart to God about my utter skepticism and confessed that my growing agnosticism seemed unavoidable. When I returned, I decided to fast for the evening meal and put the money for the meal in the offering plate in the evening service. Then I attended the evening service but it left me cold. After the service we were invited forward to seek God at the altar; so I reluctantly complied. I knelt there stoically determined not to succumb to any wishful thinking or the power of suggestion. Eventually I was the only one at the front of the now darkening outdoor amphitheater by the lake.

Suddenly I was enveloped by a strong breeze which I assumed had blown in off the adjacent lake. I was wrong! As on the Day of Pentecost, I found myself erupting in other tongues against my will! I was invaded by wave after wave of liquid love, each more intense than the last, until I was terrified by the sense that my feeble mind was about to be absorbed in God mind and I would lose my individual identity! I soon became aware that a few spectators were drifting in the amphitheater and sitting in awe at what was happening to me. Self-conscious, I later asked a lady why she was staring at me and she replied, "Don't you know? Your face is glowing in the dark!" I was then approached by a Lutheran pastor, who told me, "I don't believe in speaking in tongues and I'm just here as an interested spectator." Rather than argue, I just touched him gently on the forehead and he just exploded in other tongues! In the Azusa Street outpouring of 1908ff. that birthed modern global Pentecostalism, outsiders called the fire department because they saw what they thought was a large fire in the building!

Over the decades, scarcely a day passes when I'm not nourished by the awesome memory of what happened to me that fateful night, by far the most life-changing episode in my life. God revealed to me that night that He would give me the highest academic average in Manitoba in my senior year to point the way to my long grad studies in Scripture. I have a photo of then Premier Duff Roblin shaking my hand in acknowledgement of that achievement. That glossolalic experience transformed my mind so that my academic performance suddenly and dramatically improved.


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When I read this I actually thought it was Mendalla writing this, and I was blown away.
It wasnt until I rechecked the writer that I saw it was you....welcome back, long time no see.
 
I've always been a bit of a skeptic when it comes to tongues....I've seen it happen, but no one in the churches I have attended ever translates what is being said. Even the person speaking doesnt seem to know.
Has anyone ever heard a translation?
 
Having mystical experiences affirms our unity with Spirit but are difficult to describe to others. My experiences were much milder. Having.a sense of presences not to worry, that they were watching over me when I was fretting about a test, intense insight while looking down at my favourite river, a boat motor starting the instant I prayed for help when my brother and I had spent half an hour trying to start it, great coincidences, and the like.

Thank you Mystic for your story.
 
Words can cross the distance of history and assist a person to stand in the shoes of someone at that time ... when present knowledge and desires can be completely contrary ... to where administrators of language would like to put such thoughts ... where the moon don't shine ...

Does outline the power of corruption when leaders would prefer you to follow where the paradigm shouldn't go ... the marketing of souls? So many folks are so easily sold on the concept --- Og Mandino!

Should myth and mysticism be unfettered ... prone to vast recall?
 
Personal Praying in tongues is very powerful and for me gives me a sense of such great peace and a sense of knowing that the closeness with God is 10 fold ----the Padre and his wife both spoke in tongues at the Church I was attending and I had a bad spiritual entity in my house I lived in at the time and the Padre had to come and preform an exorcism through out my home -after this incident I had excepted Christ in my heart and the Padre and his wife anointed with with iol and prayed over me to have this gift of tongues ----it did not happen right away but this day I had a strong urge to pray and while praying I began to speak in tongues ------

It has served me very well -especially when i don't know what to pray for someone who is going through a very difficult time ----when you pray in tongues you are Speaking to God not man ----The interpretation of tongues is another gift of the Spirit -----some get this gift others do not ----

I know of 2 former members here who also had the gift of tongues -----airclean and blackbelt also had this gift -----

i have been to Churches where tongues and been spoken and interpreted -----and rightly so -as it is of no benefit to use tongues in a public setting without having the interpretation ---

We have to be very careful also about our Motive for using this Special Gift of tongues in my opinion in a public place ---Pride and puffing one's self ego lurks at the door ---


Tongues edifies us individually and can edify the Church by prophesying ----! Corinthians 14 ----read all the Chapter for yourselves ----
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Berean study bible

Context
Prophecy and Tongues
…3But he who prophesies speaks to men for their edification, encouragement, and comfort.

4The one who speaks in a tongue edifies himself, but the one who prophesies edifies the church.

5I wish that all of you could speak in tongues, but I would rather have you prophesy. He who prophesies is greater than one who speaks in tongues, unless he interprets so that the church may be edified.…

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from Strong's
(figuratively) to edify – literally, "build someone up," helping them to stand (be strong, "sturdy"). the building up of character:
 
Edifices; hard structures that have difficulty with information and psyche learning process ... ongoing stuff!

Then there is this essence that comes and goes ... leaves me feeling drained from struggling with Cajon's ... (insanity that goes round as over emotional)!
 
In my experience 90% of speaking in tongues witnessed in churches is nothing more than a contrived expression of wishful thinking creating mild ecstasy. What I posted was 100 times a more powerful and sweeter experience than anything I've experienced before or since---and I have no doubt that any of my readers would say the same thing if they'd experienced this. What ruins everything is the way Pentecostals prompt and encourage seekers to speak in tongues: seekers are often told something like, "Just speak it out and the Spirit will do the rest" or you just need to surrender to the Spirit's flow." As mentioned, that type of prompting can lead to mild ecstasy, whose authenticity can later be doubted. The real thing comes unexpectedly and overpowers the seeker with electrifying power so intense, sweet, and real that it cannot later be doubted! In my case, it transformed my academic mind.

Tongues also functions like a gateway drug in the sense that it leads to other gifts. In my case, it led to frequent practice of "the word of knowledge (1 Cor, 12:8)." The most immediate manifestation of this was my senior year academic average, but there were more puzzling and disturbing manifestations; all my subsequent life, if someone in my presence were going to be killed the next day, I would know it. My first such clairvoyant experience happened in Dallas's basement while he, his wife and I were playing ping pong. He mentioned that he was going deer hunting with friends the next day in northern Manitoba. I suddenly "saw" his skeleton and somehow know he would be killed and felt compelled to warn him. He reacted angrily that I must be "one of those anti-hunting people." I replied that, while I never hunt myself, I have nothing against the hobby. I had been Best Man in his wedding and now I had alienated him. He was killed the next day as predicted. These many premonitions have never been wrong!
 
In my experience 90% of speaking in tongues witnessed in churches is nothing more than a contrived expression of wishful thinking creating mild ecstasy. What I posted was 100 times a more powerful and sweeter experience than anything I've experienced before or since---and I have no doubt that any of my readers would say the same thing if they'd experienced this. What ruins everything is the way Pentecostals prompt and encourage seekers to speak in tongues: seekers are often told something like, "Just speak it out and the Spirit will do the rest" or you just need to surrender to the Spirit's flow." As mentioned, that type of prompting can lead to mild ecstasy, whose authenticity can later be doubted. The real thing comes unexpectedly and overpowers the seeker with electrifying power so intense, sweet, and real that it cannot later be doubted! In my case, it transformed my academic mind.

Tongues also functions like a gateway drug in the sense that it leads to other gifts. In my case, it led to frequent practice of "the word of knowledge (1 Cor, 12:8)." The most immediate manifestation of this was my senior year academic average, but there were more puzzling and disturbing manifestations; all my subsequent life, if someone in my presence were going to be killed the next day, I would know it. My first such clairvoyant experience happened in Dallas's basement while he, his wife and I were playing ping pong. He mentioned that he was going deer hunting with friends the next day in northern Manitoba. I suddenly "saw" his skeleton and somehow know he would be killed and felt compelled to warn him. He reacted angrily that I must be "one of those anti-hunting people." I replied that, while I never hunt myself, I have nothing against the hobby. I had been Best Man in his wedding and now I had alienated him. He was killed the next day as predicted. These many premonitions have never been wrong!


Emotional containment bursts out in some weird language formations ...
 
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