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I like the new songs that I hear about the Lord
I think they're really something grand
I like the music that they're playing while they sing
We've come up with mighty fancy bands
But I also like the old songs that my momma used to sing
She didn't have a band at all
But when she sang the old songs with the Spirit that she had
You could almost see the devil climb the wall
- Wendy Bagwell and the Sunliters
I think they're really something grand
I like the music that they're playing while they sing
We've come up with mighty fancy bands
But I also like the old songs that my momma used to sing
She didn't have a band at all
But when she sang the old songs with the Spirit that she had
You could almost see the devil climb the wall
- Wendy Bagwell and the Sunliters
This is a true story, and one of the most unusual things that has ever happened to me (and my life is like a "Twilight Zone" marathon...lol), and something which I fully believe was ordained of God.
I've mentioned before that I got married on the beach in Florida, and I lived there for about 9 months after that. We only lived about 45 minutes away from Pensacola, Florida, and "The Brownsville Revival" was going on at that time. Personally, I had no desire whatsoever to go there, but my friend and his new bride basically begged me, my wife (ex-), and her female friend who was visiting us at the time to go with them, so we reluctantly went.
I've always been notoriously early, and we got there at least 30 minutes before the service began. Right after we grabbed our seats, I did something that I'd never done before in my life, nor have I ever done again since (in hindsight, I fully believe that God prompted me to do it). I went up to the altar, and I grabbed an old hymnal that was laying on it, and I began reading it. In all honesty, I had the most intense fellowship with God ever as I read lyric after lyric which actually aligned itself with scripture. I fully believe that God visited me in a special way there in preparation for what was to happen next.
Well, the service began with "Praise and worship", and I've never been so grieved in my entire life. NOTHING in their "praise and worship" had the touch of God upon it, and that was only amplified to me because of what I had just experienced while reading the hymnal. It was so grievous to me that I literally became gripped with an intense fear of God. In other words, I honestly felt as if they were worshipping "another Jesus", and if I stayed there and sat through it...well, then I felt as if I would have provoked God to holy anger.
Without saying anything to anybody, I got up (they probably thought that I was going to the bathroom), and I exited the church, and went out into the parking lot to pray. After I had been praying for only a couple of minutes or so, I heard women's voices calling out my name. I looked to my side, and my wife (ex-) and her female friend were both in the parking lot as well. Although they didn't have the same encounter involving the reading of the hymnal that I did (nor had I mentioned it to either one of them), they both left the service because they were totally grieved by the alleged "praise and worship" as well.
Anyhow, when you mentioned "the old songs", you reminded me of this.
We did eventually go back inside (our two friends were still inside), but I left again after hearing the guest speaker preach for about 1 minute.
Again, it was TOTALLY OFF.