I was not going to mention this because I did not wish to ruffle any feathers.
When I was first married, my father-n-law was a Baptist preacher. Talk about some of the sorriest and boring sermons to ever try struggling through. Finally, I told my wife, I have had enough living among the dead in Christ for a lifetime, I am going to start going to a church similar to how I was raised in (many members of my family are ministers). First thing she did was run to my father-n-law and he demanded to have a word with me. We had quite the discussion. And I told him, as a preacher, you couldn't cause the dead to ever want to live again.
Anyways, I began attending a church that my cousins husband was the pastor at. He obviously knew my upbringing and he began using me for different things because you typically can trust family to do the right thing. This irritated my wife, because God was blessing me and it meant I was never going back to her daddy's church. Eventually as time went on a revival broke out. What was thought to be a long weekend ended up a couple of weeks long.
Some time during that week, my father-n-law called me and asked if it would be ok if he and my mother-n-law attended a service, since the word spread of things happening that weren't happening in other churches. I was more than elated to welcome him and even made sure he, his wife, and my wife had the best spot on the second row (they did not want to be on the first row hahahaha).
The service was going pretty much like it had on every other night. People were following what was being preached and Amening it, or saying, preach it brother. The worship and song was electrifying. And before an altar call could ever be welcomed, a few other people, new to the revival, just walked up to the altar and began seeking God for salvation.
My cousin's husband calls me a prayer warrior and would have me pray with those who did come forward. And I did as I was doing every night of the revival (praying and expecting God to be free and do as He pleased). Eventually, after a few others made their way to the front, my cousin's husband invited everyone to the front to be a part of what he said, is about to happen. I am still laying my hand on people while praying and then I realized my father-n-law, mother-n-law, and wife were a few people away from the direction I had been going.
I remember asking God, do I pray for them? And I felt that tug I get, when I should do something, and I took that as a sign for "yes." I just figured I would lay my hand on them, pray quickly and move on. But when I reached my father-n-law, and I placed my hand upon his forehead, it was like a magnet that just stuck my hand to him. We both began sobbing. Then I heard something I never heard him do, he spoke in Tongues. He began shouting and his legs were running but just in place (no movement). When we finished praying, we hugged each other. Then he turned towards his wife, and we both laid our hands upon her. Immediately, her lips were just trembling, the tears were rolling down her cheeks like a stream, and some how simultaneously, we both said, in Jesus Name!! And it was not even a fall, it was like she went backward. And it had to have been an angel, but it appeared she was caught in midair and carefully placed to the ground (my father-n-law afterwards spoke about this at great lengths and concluded it had to be an angel).
Anyways, long story short, my father-n-law is a Pentecostal pastor today. And I absolutely love hearing him preach. Talk about waking the dead, he professes God with authority!!
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