also forgave you.” In the middle of his sermon, which built slowly in tension and

also forgave you.” In the middle of his sermon, which built slowly in tension and volume, the pastor introduced a forty-ish, sparkly eyed, somewhat overweight, dark haired, slightly made up woman who the Pastor said was a witness for the ultimate in Christian forgiveness. She was someone from whom all of us could learn. She was the mother of the 7-year-old boy that he, the Pastor, had, four years before, accidentally killed during a drunken driving episode in his “other life.” That was the one he was living before he was saved. | was told that he presented her in a service at least once a year. The woman said that her successful struggle for forgiveness led to her being saved. She quoted Ephesians, "And you who were dead in trespasses and sins hath he quickened.” She looked radiant and hugged the pastor. When my sons introduced me to him as we filed out at the end of the service, the pastor told me that my visit was important to the congregation. He told me that Jews were special in Charismatic Christianity since we would play an important role in the return. He said he hoped he would see more of me. My boys seemed pleased to have invited me. | accompanied them to their church most Sundays, and often for what they called the “rock and role healing services” on Wednesday night, for over two years. Within three or four months | found myself, the first time while awakening out of a deep sleep, mumbling sounds that | was told sounded like some unknown language, | was praying in tongues. At some services it happened spontaneously accompanied by an almost ecstatic feeling accompanying the surrender of willful control. This was usually accompanied by the release of new energy. | recall thinking that the spontaneous, nonsensical linguistics shorted out my verbal and obsessionally logical left brain allowing the unbridled expression of my hysterical right brain. Sometimes in agreement with an insight offered in a sermon or when particularly moved by a hymn, | found my hands lifting skyward, right hand and arm higher than left, with a high feeling of trust and delicious surrender of conscious cognitive control. Reading the New Testament’s Acts, | learned that we were re-enacting the scene of the Apostles in the upper room. Those gathered there were the ones chosen by the risen Jesus to be able to see Him, the list including Peter, James, 129 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_013629