Believing in Jesus
I was raised Catholic. When I was saved at 21 (in 1982), my introduction to Protestant Christianity was foreign to me, brand new, and exciting. It was also mostly Pentecostal.
My boss, Sgt. Roger Thomas, is the one who opened me up to Jesus, and I’m certain it was much more his prayers and his joyful, kind demeanor than the many words he said to me. On the weekends, he was assistant pastor at a Church of God in Christ, a black and solidly Pentecostal church.
I actually surrendered to Jesus after a Wednesday night service at a (mostly white) Assembly of God church. A two-hour talk with Robin Whitley led to me agreeing that Jesus was the Son of God. I said it knowing that meant I had to listen to him, and as soon as “yes” came out of my mouth, I was flooded with joy. It seemed like the whole world had changed.
I prayed inwardly, “God, what did you do to me?”
God answered in a way I still can’t explain 42 years later, “I just baptized you in my Holy Spirit.”
Praying in Tongues for the First Time
Two days after I was saved, I went back to the Assembly of God for a Bible study, Robin came up to me immediately, and I told him what had happened to me on Wednesday. I had not told him that night. I had said nothing about the most amazing experience of my life because I had not wanted him to think he “won” our conversation. (Sheesh! Even I marvel at the stupidity of that thought.)
But even after I told him that God had told me he baptized me in the Holy Spirit, he said I still needed the baptism in the Holy Spirit because I had not prayed in tongues.
For the next two weeks I was very confused because I did not yet know that when God tells you something and a human tells you something different, you should ignore the human.
While I did know that I should believe God over Robin, I was confused about whether I needed to speak in tongues. Remember, I was not just newly saved, Protestantism was a whole new culture I had never experienced. I had only had conversations with one committed Protestant follower of Jesus in my whole life. As far as I knew at that point, 2 days into the journey, everyone I met at church had had the same amazing experience as me and every one of them prayed in tongues.
I prayed every day for two weeks that God would give me the gift of languages. (Let’s use modern English from here on. Referring to “languages” as “tongues” is archaic.) During that time I read a tract that suggested I try starting with a couple words to sort of “kick start” the gift. I tried that, and it didn’t work.
Back in those days, Pentecostal churches spent a lot of time praying, even the “Pentecostal lite” Assemblies of God. Two weeks after my first Friday night Bible study, I went again and was on my knees praying, when words I did not understand came flowing out of my mouth. There was no striving, no trying to form words, they were just there.
From then on, I could pray in a language or languages I did not understand. For the next couple years, praying in languages felt like a natural part of my prayer life and made me feel close to God.
An Experience with Praying in Unknown Languages
Very early on, certainly within the first 9 months I was a Christian, I went to work, midnight shift, and our swing shift electrician had dropped a bolt in an F-15 cockpit. This is really bad because as the plane does maneuvers, a lost object can move around, block linkage, and prevent steering. He had spent most of his shift trying to find the bolt, but without success.
I went to plane, and I searched for over an hour, pulling this and that control box. The F-15 is a joy to work on. Everything is in easily removed modules, and a cockpit in a fighter jet is small. The seat had been removed, so it should have been no problem to find it, but it was. After something over an hour, I got out of the cockpit and walked around the plane for 15 minutes, praying in an unknown language.
God told me where the bolt was.
I wasn’t sure how the bolt could have found its way under the map case but, as far I as was concerned, it did.
I needed an extension to remove the map case, so I headed to the tool room to get one. My boss (the night sergeant, not Roger Thomas) was there, and when I told him I thought the bolt was under the map case, he told me it was impossible. He wouldn’t let me get the extension, and he sent me back out to the plane.
I wasted my time looking in places I’d already looked for about 15 minutes, and then I told myself, “This is stupid. God told me it’s under the map case.”
I went back to the tool room, didn’t go in until I made sure my boss wasn’t there, grabbed the extension, pulled the map case, and retrieved the bolt. I don’t think I ever told my boss it was under the map case.
Another time, at the Assemblies of God I was attending, I felt like God wanted me to give a “word,” a few-second message, to the congregation. I was new to Christianity and a timid person, so I told God that if someone gave a message in tongues, I would give my message as an interpretation. Now, I was at that church 9 months, and over those 9 months I only heard a person speak out loud in tongues 3 times. This was one of those times. Almost instantaneously, someone spoke out in tongues.
The end of that story, which makes me cringe to this day, is that I was too timid to speak out despite the instantaneous answer to prayer. Someone else did, though, simply quoting a verse from John that was quite similar to what God had told me to say.
About a year later, I told that story to a guy who was against praying in other languages. His response was, “That’s asinine.” There’s no sense continuing a conversation with someone who reacts like that, so I left to find a dictionary. I’d never heard that word before. (It means “utterly stupid or silly.”)
Change Over Time
Finding that bolt happened in 1982. For about 15 years, probably because of all the controversy over praying in unknown languages, I wondered if my “gift” was even real. I’ve been praying in an unknown language or languages for 42 years, though, so there’s been 25 years of growing comfortable that my fellowship with God is enhanced by the gift.
Even when I’m praying in a language I do not understand, I sometimes know, internally, what or whom I’m praying for, and I’ll jump from English to the unknown language and back again.
I’ve become quite settled with praying in other languages as an aide to my fellowship with God and my prayer life.
Theology of Praying in Tongues
I know the arguments of Pentecostals that everyone should pray in tongues. If the Book of Acts were the only book in the New Testament, there would be no doubt that they are right. But Paul, who rejoiced that he prayed in tongues more than any of the Corinthians (1 Cor. 14:18), also asked “Do all speak in various languages?” in a rhetorical tone that demands a “no” answer in 1 Corinthians 12:30.
Their argument implies that those who do not speak in various languages are lesser Christians because Pentecostals associate speaking in languages with the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Thus, those who speak in languages have the fullness of the Spirit, while those who don’t have a lesser portion.
I can tell you from 42 years of fellowship in many churches in many places that this is nonsense. People who don’t speak in tongues are as righteous and unrighteous as those who do. Tongue-speakers are not more righteous, insightful, or loving than other Christians. They’re the same, some great, some good, some not so good.
On the other hand, I like and mildly agree with Demos Shakarian’s statement back in the 1960s that “We Pentecostals have the same piece of steak as everyone else; we just keep it in the frying pan while most leave it in the freezer.”
This isn’t always good. A zealous, boastful hypocrite is a horrible thing to behold.
One of the most well-known Christians of the second-century, a man who was taught as Christian in Smyrna, in modern Turkey, and then was sent as a missionary to Gaul (modern France), all the way across Europe, wrote:
In like manner we do also hear many brethren in the Church, who possess prophetic gifts, and who through the Spirit speak all kinds of languages, and bring to light for the general benefit the hidden things of men, and declare the mysteries of God (Irenaeus, Against Heresies, V:6)
I think we Christians are prone to thinking that our theories about what the Bible says have some authority, even though they are just our own interpretations of the Bible. For me, as a teacher, it is my responsibility, when I make an assertion about what the Bible teaches, to show that my interpretation is a reasonable enough that my hearers/readers will walk away convinced by the same clear Scriptures that convinced me. Even more importantly, I believe that I and all teachers should dump our theory when reality shows it to be false.
What I mean by this is that the quote above shows us, in reality not theory that speaking all kinds of languages did not disappear when the New Testament was complete, so that particular interpretation of 1 Corinthians 13 is false.
It also tells us that, in practice, not everyone spoke in tongues around AD 185, when this was written. Because that same author also claimed that the whole Church–from barbarian Europe to Rome, the capital of the empire, to Turkey and the Middle East, and to North Africa–held to one truth “just as if she had but one soul, and one and the same heart” (Against Heresies, Bk. I, ch. 10), then we can conclude that the apostles did not teach their churches that everyone should be speaking in tongues. Surely that would not have been forgotten by all churches in the course of just a century.
Remember, too, that the first quote from Irenaeus, he is speaking with great honor of those who were spiritual, and understood mysteries, tying that together with those who had the gift of various languages. Churches that honored speaking in unknown languages would not have forgotten that they were taught that everyone should do so.
Anyway, my point is that observations of reality, of what actually happened–tongues did not pass away after the New Testament was completed and not all spoke in tongues–trumps our theoretical interpretations of Scripture.
A Final Observation
Praying in unknown languages is an awkward subject in many non-Pentecostal churches. What is humorous, to me, is that when I’m part of a church where praying in unknown languages is rarely mentioned, when even one person finds out that I do, invariably numerous others in the church will let me know they do as well.
To all you Baptist pastors, “They are among you.”
Honestly, though, I think most Baptist pastors know that.
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