I’m thinking about “testimony” time in our old-fashioned churches. The ones that are sometimes looked at as insignificant “saved, sanctified, and filled with the holy ghost” expressions from all attendees. Well, if I were in one of those churches today, I would like to say “Praise God, I’m saved, sanctified, filled with the Holy Ghost, and Aliiiiiive! Bless His Holy Name!” And I mean every word of it!
We used to sing choruses during testimony time. Testimonies and choruses. “I’ve had a hard time this week, but I’m getting along.” Standing Somewhere in the Shadows You’ll Find Jesus. “The devil has been after me this week, remember me in your prayers.” Do, Lord, Oh Do, Lord, Oh, Do Remember Me. “I’ve come through with victory after that bad time I was having.” While I was praying Somebody touched me. While I was praying Somebody touched me. While I was praying Somebody touched me. Must’a been the hand of the Lord. There was something special about testimony time when they were happening. We try to resurrect that special bonding in the form of “cell” groups; all growing churches have them. People connecting with people.
Upscale churches cut out that kind of participation lest they get some testimonies like these (okay, I admit it, they were funny sometimes).
“Remember Aunt Mary in your prayers. She’s been in bed with the doctor all week.”
or, “The devil’s been after me all week, but bless his holy name, I still have the victory.”