The Time I Got Slain in the Spirit

We drove out to a religious revival in Ohio and stayed in a camper van. I was with my pastor's family.

One night, after a high energy worship hour, the preacher that evening was walking around the stage and crowd, speaking in tongues and pushing people on their forehead.

After the pastor touched their forehead, they would fall down and convulse.

When it was my turn, and he touched my forehead, I fell down and starting convulsing. I saw a white light. It was bright. "I'm seeing God," I thought.

After thirty minutes, I got up. It was over, but my life would be forever changed, I thought.

Then we went to the camper van, ate chips and salsa, and watched Red Dawn.