Nunnery
has a church where was open to the public every Monday night, free to pray, and I often went there, and I prayed to Jesus.
Once I prayed
in the Monday night, I had more prayer, more praise my Lord,
my heart was opened by the Lord,
I began to say something I did not
understand it, because I enjoyed worshiping the
Lord, that I’ve never had
this experience. Finally, the church was close, and two students carried me out, my feet could
not stand up, I filled with joy,
, as if I have been drunk, where were there the wine? That time, I spoke in tongue, and I was filled with the Holy Spirit, I
did not understand completely.
Until one
day, I was in the church, and I
stood up to pray, I prayed the Chinese language into what I did not
understand the tongue. After
our church missionary Carol talked to me
in private, and she opened the Bible
and taught me; "The
apostle Paul would rather speak five intelligible words to instruct others
than ten thousand words in a tongue." I listened to
her advice, I did
not speak in tongue continually, and the tongue was
naturally stopped.
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