When I was a young tad (in the Fifties, perhaps) the Saints looked forward to the most important event of the year for them - Reunion!
This was usually held early in the summer, before it got too hot. Later, when it got hot and humid, it was enough to turn you into a puddle of sweat.
The last Sunday of Reunion (that lasted for a week) the Faithful expected something Extra-Special, probably a Prophecy of some kind. It was easy to tell if these were genuine, because the whole body would shake violently.
There was always one man there, with his severely disabled daughter, who stood in the back of the room, started shaking all over, and then spoke in tongues.
Everyone listened respectfully, but did nothing.
My sister Linda adds this comment:
I have been in a service when spiritual messages were given. Some were even recorded. Reunion n camps. I was very blessed to be in a service when the gift of tongues n interpretation of tongues visited us. I will say not everyone heard this gift even though they were sitting in the same room.
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