WRITING TO HONOR GOD
While surfing the internet, I stumbled across the Father’s Day church service that started the Brownsville Revival, also called the Pensecola Outpouring. The revival lasted for five years with more than four million attending and birthed new ministries. I know a pastor and street evangelist whose ministries began in the midst of the revival. I also meet Charity James, the young girl who sang Mercy Seat at most of the altar calls, years after the revival ended. The revival officially ended in 2000 when Steve Hill moved to Dallas and established a church. In 2003 John Kilpatrick, the senior pastor who led his congregation to pray for revival, departed to form a new church in Alabama leaving his former church millions of dollars in debt.
Frankly, I was disappointed after watching the two-hour video. I heard the move of God was spontaneous. Steve Hill give about ten minutes of instruction to the congregation and then work hard to reproduce what he had experienced in other meetings. He gravitated toward those showing outward manifestations of shaking and brought one man onto the platform, I assume to encourage others to yield to the Spirit.
In my personal experience with God, I displayed no outward shaking or emotion, yet the reality of that experience has kept me in Christianity for more than forty years. On the other hand, my sister would go to the altar regularly and fall “in the Spirit.” I had never experienced being slain in the Spirit, so I asked her what it was like. She replied, “I fell because everyone else was falling.” That statement produced a question to ponder. How many people fall at the altars because everyone else is falling, and how many are genuinely overcome by the presence of God?
My husband fell under the Spirit’s power when he was ten years old. He hit the floor before the evangelist could lay hands on him to pray. The evangelist picked him up. Apparently, he was not supposed to fall until hands were laid on him. My husband said his legs felt like rubber. He simply could not stand up long enough for the disappointed evangelist to lay hands on him. Forty years later, my husband is still a Christian. Time has proved God did not need the evangelist’s hands to accomplish his work in my husband’s life.
I interviewed three ministers who agreed that the Brownsville revival was a work of God. Two of the ministers had participated in the revival. They acknowledged that there were abuses, but the abuses did not negate what God was doing. The Apostle Paul encountered the same problem. He did not advocate suppressing the gifts of the Spirit. Instead, Paul wrote a lengthy letter to the Corinthian church explaining how to have an orderly service when the Spirit spoke through the gifts of prophecy, tongues and interpretations (1 Corinthians 12:1-14:40).
My sister taught me that things are not always as they appear, but I can’t discount everyone’s experience based on her actions. My husband’s experience was real. On the day of Pentecost, the believers who were filled with the Holy Spirit were accused of being drunk (Acts 2:13-15). Drunks stumble and fall. Below is a video of the Father’s Day service that started the Brownsville Revival. Some Christians find “falling in the Spirit” offensive. Others believe it is evidence of God’s presence. I’ll let you judge for yourself.