Do you remember...
...the first time you spoke in tongues?
I still remember mine vividly, in every detail.
It was a sunday service, a month after I had first experienced God for the first time. Even before that, I had asked my brother that language which they had spoken in. He had said it was a holy language that enabled us to talk to God. During that period of time, I kept asking Him for it. I hungered for it. I wanted to talk to You.
It was during the worship. Everyone was standing and praying in tongues. I just stood there, in your presence, all the while continually asking You for it. Your presence was so thick and tangible, I was weeping before You. Then it happened. Something. Like an unseen hand slapping so gently on my throat. Like an invisible gust of wind blowing on my throat. I do not know how to explain this part. I choked and did not choked. I tried to cough, to say something, but in its place, I started to utter words I didn't know. Words were flowing freely. I was speaking in tongues for the first time. Astonished, amazed, surprised, awed was I. It was later on that I learned the Holy Spirit had bestowed upon me one of His gifts.
At that time, I thought talking in tongues sounded divine and heavenly.
It was a sweet heavenly melody. I thought it was the most beautiful language of all.
I still do.