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This had started a conversation on the entire Pentecostal movement, and it brought to mind my days in the Assembly of God denomination as a young boy, which is likely more moderate than the church that Kelly will be visiting, but still Pentecostal and fundamentalist none the less. Some time ago, I wrote a guest post titled Subconscious Phone Conversations with God about my first speaking in tongues experience on the blog Leaving Fundamentalism.
I had a Sunday School teacher then I'll call "Jack", who was a big fan of such theology, and he had a very interesting life story. He grew up in a town in central England, was a solider in the final years of World War II, and met his wife, a German citizen, in the war.
His stories of coming from a rather rowdy British family were quite amusing. His family had the reputation of being some of the tougher people in the neighborhood, especially his mother and brothers. He once told the story of how in England, much like it was in the US at the time, people wouldn't hesitate to scold (or sometimes even punish) other people's children, or if they did something mischievous. Sometimes, they would practically drag them to their parents, explain the situation, and the child would have hell to pay from their own parents once they got in the door.
Once, he did something a neighborhood father didn't approve of, and the man thought nothing of it to spank him for it. His mother didn't approve of such societal norms, and was furious. She went to confront the neighbor, and asked him why he did this and he said he was "chastising" young Jack. His mother supposedly told him, "Oh yes? Well let me 'chastise' you!", and despite the fact that she was a foot shorter than him, punched him in the face.
He went with his friends outside, who for whatever reason decided to run out of the building, instead of hunkering down and waiting for it to pass. He was almost killed walking down the street when one of the Nazi bombs hit a neighborhood butcher shop, and among the debris that went flying, was a large side of beef.
War time rationing in England at this time was worse than it was in the US, and he said that the rations for beef would only allow his family enough beef to make two roast beef sandwiches a week. When he returned home safely, he told his family about the whole incident, including the flying beef, and they were furious. They thought he should have brushed off the debris off the beef, and brought it home with him. I'm serious.......
The Sunday School class continued on, and Jason was teaching out of a workbook based on an AW Tozer book on the Holy Spirit. I'm not sure when the book was written, but Tozer died in the 1960's, so no one would have seen a double meaning when it was written when Tozer said that people in churches in his day were too egotistical, and there was too much "self-love" in churches. Maybe I have a twisted mind, but I was doing everything I could to keep from laughing at the unintended double meaning.
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I had been talking about this to Jason, he knows about my mental health issues with depression, and my suspicious that I'm autistic, he understood. Once the service started, I knew it would be hard to keep seated through it as jittery as I was, and as much noise as was going on in my mind, so I went home. Fortunately this week I had that luxury, since the family is out of town right now.