The first time I stepped into a pentacostal church, there was a lady laying on the ground in the sanctuary weeping bitterly. I was a 11 or 12 at the time, and I thought she had been hurt, so I said loudly, "Is she ok? We should call an ambulance!" And someone quickly and quietly ushered me to the side and told me she was filled with the holy spirit. He didn't really say much more than that, but just kind of gave me that look of "don't ask questions, just accept it."
I remember another time when I went to a friend of mine's service... My friend didn't think to inform me that I should wear a suit and tie since every single person there would be dressing up in their Sunday best, and I'd stick out like a sore thumb if I dressed casually. Where I was from, no one wore suits to church... So what proceeded was that 12 different people began to encircle me and pray over me hat I'd be saved. They spoke in tongues and everything. Keep in mind, I was already very christian at this point in my life.
Pentacostal churches are where I learned all about the gifts of the spirit and such. I also learned that demons are in all kinds of mundane things, like Magic the Gathering playing cards. Pentacostal folks tend to be a very fearful bunch.
Yah... Come to think of it, all my experiences with pentacostal churches were that they were all very emotional. A good half of the service was devoted to whipping everyone into a heightened emotional state through worship, and then for the pastor to give a very rousing and flamboyant sermon.
I wonder what kind of chemicals are released in the brain in those kind of church services. I've heard some of my pentacostal friends talk about going through "withdrawals" when they are unable to go to church... I sometimes wonder if they'd formed some kind of addiction to the dopamine rush that a good church service can bring. Hell, I've experienced it myself during altar calls, and I thought that I was being filled with the holy spirit.
That's got to be hell to endure for someone who is autistic... Those service were by far the loudest I'd ever been to. It would be a sensory overload for sure.
I remember another time when I went to a friend of mine's service... My friend didn't think to inform me that I should wear a suit and tie since every single person there would be dressing up in their Sunday best, and I'd stick out like a sore thumb if I dressed casually. Where I was from, no one wore suits to church... So what proceeded was that 12 different people began to encircle me and pray over me hat I'd be saved. They spoke in tongues and everything. Keep in mind, I was already very christian at this point in my life.
Pentacostal churches are where I learned all about the gifts of the spirit and such. I also learned that demons are in all kinds of mundane things, like Magic the Gathering playing cards. Pentacostal folks tend to be a very fearful bunch.
Yah... Come to think of it, all my experiences with pentacostal churches were that they were all very emotional. A good half of the service was devoted to whipping everyone into a heightened emotional state through worship, and then for the pastor to give a very rousing and flamboyant sermon.
I wonder what kind of chemicals are released in the brain in those kind of church services. I've heard some of my pentacostal friends talk about going through "withdrawals" when they are unable to go to church... I sometimes wonder if they'd formed some kind of addiction to the dopamine rush that a good church service can bring. Hell, I've experienced it myself during altar calls, and I thought that I was being filled with the holy spirit.
That's got to be hell to endure for someone who is autistic... Those service were by far the loudest I'd ever been to. It would be a sensory overload for sure.