Several years ago, a group of us were hanging out in a living room. The general plan was to have a soaking time in the Lord. With no real agenda.
One of the guys laid on the floor, face first for around an hour. After awhile he started praying loudly in tongues. What caught me off guard was not that he was doing it. But that it sounded completely unlike any other time I had heard him speak in tongues. It was unique in sound and style.
As soon as he started up I was aware that I was in two places at the same time. I was still in the living room, completely aware of everything around me. And at the same time I was in the American southwest of New Mexico. Continue reading