Whitsunday.
Yesterday was Pentecost, or as we old codgers say, Whitsunday.
The Preacher told us of his experiences at an Anglo-catholic Renewal conference. He explained that holding both hands up and waving them from side to side was a Full Moses, that holding one up was a Half Moses, and that these were signs of renewal? Then he told of the Worship songs; apparently they consisted of a ditty of two or four lines repeated over and over again until the singers rang out of steam or whatever. During these a woman ran about amongst the congregation waving a banner, and then a nun rose to dance in her wake.
None of this really phased him too much. However, when he was in conversation over a cup of tea and the person he was talking to suddenly fell flat to the floor with her eyes closed, and he wondered about calling for the emergency services, she just as quickly rose and explained that she had been resting in the spirit!
The only time I've shared his experience was when my companion had had one over the eight and collapsed with his glass in his hand.
It takes all sorts I suppose. As one friend puts it, "This sort of thing isn't for everyone, you know". That is best when done with a Welsh accent.
