the lord said to the apostles to wait and he would send the "comforter",,,,,,now they did as we know. and then "book of acts" when the spirit descended upon them "they spoke in tongues",,,,,,,before this they did not...,,,,,,,,,,, .the comforter can speak in tongues",,,,,ill say it bluntly,,,,,,,,,peter cant,Paul cant,,,,john cant,,,,you can go down the list. no human being can speak in tongues.,,,,,,, but the spirit sent to anyone by the promise that Christ spoke of ,,,,,,,,,,,,"can speak in tongues thru anyone".... nowadays we measure each other on a scale from one to ten,,,,,,,,,most holy to less holy. can he raise the dead?,,,speak in tongues?,,,heal the sick?,,,on their best day no man can,,,,,but every day the lord can. here is the part of the puzzle least looked at,,,, seeing that none can preform miracles,but god can thru any,if say Lucifer,,,,,,,came into your midst and god thru him raised the dead,,,"would you not believe him an holy man?",,,,if Lucifer healed the sick?,,,,made the blind see?????,,it is given by measure you see to avoid this confusion. where there is purpose,love it is given in the behalf of you all. i am a very weak man,,i am ugly,all of mankind shakes their heads at me when they contemplate weather i am godly or no.,,,,,,i am only afraid of the two god,,,and in the mornings i tremble and cry as i shave,i try to make me look as and holy man but i cannot,my god save me from me,,the devil he can save me from. the falling trees he can hold back.,,,,,,but the ugly,iamsoandso?,,,,,,oh god save me from me. now how will you believe an miracle,,,,,,,that the lord preformed thru me? i begin to pray,standing up-right in my mind,then some where in the midst i am distracted and find my own mind wanders off and i catch my self thinking of other things(right in the middle of my prayer to god),,,,,are all of you immune from this are all of you weak just like me? the same way i ask god to forgive me,,,when i look at mine own self in the mirror. "this is the forgiveness i forgive all of you with,,,",,,the one i cry about when i can bridle my mind.,,,,the tool of judgment is a mirror.. the whole utter,forgiveness,love,,,,,,the whole arm-sweeping gathering hug i pray the lord picks me up with, i pray for you.contemplate the fathers will,,,,his will is that you love. who knows the will of the father?,,,his will is love. satins,,,seek the name of the father,to say it backwards,,,,that is they believe if so they say it backwards the whole kingdom will come apart.,,,,,,,,,,you cannot say his name with any language of men. alphabets do not apply.,,,,,,,,, well,,,,the lord said he has a and no one knew it lest it was given,,,,,,that his father gave him a new name,,,,,and that he would give an new name to as many as given,,,,,,,spirits lips,,,,they are none of the words of men,,,,,,,,,,,