I once took my friend Chris to a night service at a Pentecostal church.
He was not concerned that we might end up speaking in tongues, and therefore have to resign from the Presbyterian church.
He had no fear that we may end up writhing on the floor, barking like dogs or roaring like lions. (This was the late nineties, there was a lot of that going on. Today we’d be making declarations, claiming the city for the kingdom.)
No, his sole apprehension was that there’d be a time during the service where everyone would start hugging each other.
Now Presbyterians all over the world can embrace without reservation.
Other groups could use it as a swine flu precaution.
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