A prim and proper lady, well dressed in hat and gloves who never showed any emotions, even when we were singing our hearts out, was sitting to the right side of the pulpit on the front row of chairs. Suddenly, she failed onto the floor, straight as a board, with her body having repeat it lightly jerking movements. White foam began coming out of her mouth. The Holy Spirit was purging the lady. I had never seen that before. I stared in amazement.
At the same time, I was looking at her, my entire body was under an A tack of an indescribable feeling. In my mind's eye I could see and feel the energy coming into the room. This energy completely engulfed me, a feeling that I had never experienced before. I said to myself, I am getting happy (Happy is the intrinsic human capacity for spiritual transcendence in which the self is embedded in something greater than the self). What I was feeling Was the Holy Spirit upon me. I tried to shake off this feeling by thinking of any rock and roll song I could think of; I went blank and could not think of not a one. I thought about going outside, but it was dark. I was afraid to go out. Before I could do any more thinking about how I was not going to let the Holy Spirit take over, it was too late.
I do not remember standing. I was unaware of my surroundings while the Holy Spirit was upon me. I was surrounded in a bright yellow quietness. It was just God and me. While in this yellow quietness, God’s soft, soothing voice was audibly telling me, “I am going to leave you now”. The voice sounded to have been beside me to my right. I do not know how long I was in this Spiritual state. When I open my eyes and ears to the loud noise and people, I do believe the entire congregation was up praising the Lord in that little church. That was a Hallelujah, praise the Lord, praise break.
You see, I was a dignified high school senior. I never did witness out loud for the Lord. I was not seeking the Lord. But God wanted to visit me. So, he did. When I was in the yellow, bright quietness, I must have been clapping my hands so hard until I lost my senior class ring, that we had just gotten that day at school. A lady sitting beside me picked it up and gave it to me. I thanked her and set quietly watching the other parishioners as the Holy Spirit dealt with them.