
Stan writes: "Still, I sat, respectfully, and let these dear men pray over me. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps I would speak in tongues. I was trying to be obedient to those under whose authority I had placed myself. But nothing was happening, and the prayers become more urgent and insistent. In their eyes, I am sure, I was like a pagan bump on the log, a hollowed out knothole into which only slimy toads would dare to dawdle. I wasn't jumping up and down. I wasn't crying. I wasn't even sobbing. A wretch was I. A hard case, indeed! At last, a third prayer warrior came and put her hands on my back and shoulders. They would have pushed me over onto my face except that I was sitting in a steel chair, bent forward, with my elbows firmly planted in the hollow of my knees."
I emphasized with the bold type only because of the same thing I went through almost to the letter! If any of you have similar experiences and would like to share them, please feel free to comment. Also, Stan has a great blog and other sites worth your time that you can find there.
Bless you Stan and thank you for your story! I can't get enough of these conversion/reversion stories. They're wonderful and delight my soul. We're all in this tapestry and woven into the Church's history. I'm just elated!
PAX,
susie
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