Speaking in Tongues

Back in Uni, I had gone to see a friend, also my course-mate. Just when I was about to leave her house, some brethren sauntered in. Pastor MM(not real name) as she was fondly called, welcomed them and introduced me to them

Then one of the brethren came to me and we went... hello, how are, which denomination do you attend speech.

Out of no where, brother asked if I speak in tongue. I told him no as there was no point in lying about it and I never considered it to be a thing of shame. 

"Really"? brother asked! "You will speak in tongues before you leave Pastor MM house." He asked that we pray and till I speak in tongue, I would not go anywhere.

The prayers started. While brother was claabashing, I was praying who knows, could be that my redemption time had come.

Stylishly, while still praying I noticed it would soon be dark and this brother had stated earlier I would not leave till I speak in tongues. I continued the prayer while thoughts of how to escape the moment without being offensive.

At some point, I squeezed my eyes very tight and I started "a bra boo baa" session with all seriousness.

A soft tap in my hand, I opened my eyes and feigning ignorance in a very innocent way, Brother asked if I knew what just happened and I responded NO. In what seemed like Brother had just witnessed his fist live miracle, his face lit up and he shouted..."you just spoke in tongue, you just spoke in tongue". I went "OMG" on him and that was how I was able to get home on time. Which also reminded me of a story my sister told me about someone of same denomination that told her that for her to speak in tongue, she should string the vowels and consonants together.

This post is not to cast any aspersion on any denomination. However, I believe the gift of the spirit comes not from enforcement but truly from God and given to each of us in a special way