On this topic, much of what I’m expressing is intentionally a number of years back for me. More of a recollection and a part of my story.

I’m in a really good spot with the Lord regarding this now. It’s interesting how He leads each person individually just like we do with each of our kids. We’re all so unique. I’ve desired and sought tongues at different times because I’ve observed others joy in those times, but the Lord has never impressed on me that it had any impact on my relationship with Him. His will be done, however He want’s to do it.

For a Southern Baptist preacher’s kid to speak in tongues… now that would be a miracle!

One time, Trevor and I were on Capital Hill and there was a drunk gay indian man up there kinda hitting on us. I laid my hand on his shoulder and told Him that Jesus knew the kind of love he was looking for and that Christ was the healer for his wounds. At that moment the Holy Spirit took over and I literally felt like I was looking down on myself as the Lord used me to minister to this man, who quickly sobered, wept, threw off his gay mannerisms and gave his life to Jesus.

I never found him again and to this day I still look for him when I’m on the hill. He most likely returned to his empty pursuit of love… my hope is that perhaps he walked home that night for the first time in a very long time. Either way, the condition of my relationship with Christ was solidified for me in that moment.