I'm curious if anybody heard about "spiritual warfare" and is able to elaborate...
If you ask a Pencecostal, they ARE the orthodox one's. It's the rest of Chrisianity that has abandoned these practices. Apparently, batshit crazy was the norm in 1st Century Christianity.
I grew up Pentecostal. Seeing people yelling, falling on the floor, convulsing, speaking in tongues, was par for the coarse.
Oh, yes.. But I guess for the Pentecostal its considered something good, while for orthodox christians it considered something bad (such state of being)...
Enjoying myself.
The other kids made fun of me and called me a devil lover. All I could think was, whats a devil?!
My last time I was in a church was for my friends wake.Since I did not wear a hat out of respect I just went with my horns out....oh my...the stares I recieved from the priest was amazing.
One time I had to go to a Catholic service with two coworkers and some of the patients we took care of.
There was a new priest there that day and he was asking some general religious questions from the congregation as well as asking about specific things in the bible to see how we interpreted things.
It seemed as if I was the only one who knew the right answers, or was the only one with enough balls to call them out.
I did it mainly to fuck with my religious coworkers because they knew about my nonreligious stance.
After about the fourth time giving the answer that the priest was looking for I figured that I'd better stop before he called me up to the altar or some weird shit. That would have taken more balls then I have.
I'm not going to say that I wasn't nervous about calling out answers like that in such a setting, but it was sure worth it to see the amazed look on the faces of my coworkers.
My parents sent me to day care at Berkeley United Methodist Church when I was 6, because it was right across the street from my elementary school. I came home after my first day and said, "They talk about this guy 'God,' there. They made him up, just like Stahr Ryuji (my imaginary friend)."
Once the spillover for AP testing at my high school ended up in Bethany Lutheran Church. (This church-near-my-school thing was typical. There was a church every two blocks in my neighborhood.) My classmate looked over at me and said, "Wow. Vanessa in a church. I'll bet this is a first." "No." "I'm afraid this place is gonna catch on fire."