The primary thing I took from “The Call” in Nashville happened on Friday night (7-06-07). [The young minister] Damon was speaking and saying some really good things. I fully expected the whole thing to be like that. I had no idea that was out of the ordinary, so I didn't really have an idea of how wonderful it was until after Saturday. Looking back on it, I realize I was holding back until I saw and heard the others speaking in tongues and raising their hands, but when they did, I was all for it. I raised my hands and the last thing I heard him say was something to the effect of "You take the ceremonies, and give us the children!"

I fell back and was shaking on the ground for a good while. When I stopped shaking, there was the heaviest feeling in my heart. I was on my back crying as hard as I could. Eventually I tried to get up, but I knelt back down and cried more. Everyone was still jumping and screaming around me, so I had assumed that the Spirit was still falling, even though I felt nothing but hurt. But, when Rebekah, Ashley and Elijah told me that Damon had left the Spirit behind so he could talk about abortion, I understood why I felt such a heavy feeling.

I had assumed, and was really hoping, some of the interested people there would want to talk to me after they saw the Spirit hit me so hard. I'm guessing that they haven't seen touches like that very often, but nobody said a word to me. Not only do they not understand that as being special and from God, but they don't even understand tongues being as important as it is. On top of that, they didn't even feel the difference between the Spirit falling and not falling. At least, most didn't. I have to assume that those with the Holy Ghost felt something, and maybe they are just used to it coming and going and are trained to continue their "worship" whether the Spirit is in it or not. I am hoping that those who are, at times, in touch with the Spirit are feeling a difference because that includes Damon.

I wish I could have gotten more out of Saturday than I did. Hopefully I'll have a chance to go to another one. There were two things I hope I'll never forget. A small group of younger people our age were on stage and gave testimonies of what I assume would be receiving the Holy Ghost. One was a young girl on the stage that was so sincere. While everyone was jumping and flinging their arms to the music, those few girls and a guy or two on stage weren't doing that. They were sitting or standing still, and they looked as if they were really trying to soak it in. This was just before communion was passed out.

We left shortly after that, but came back when it was almost over. At the end, there were some weird people on stage. One older man was telling the people to have visions and prophecy etc. And he said if you have had an experience (as he'd claimed to have many from God), then you need to tell people, and if they [question it and] ask you who said that to you, then you should put your hand on your hip and shake you head and say "Says God!" After he demonstrated that disgusting attitude, he wanted all the young people [in the stadium] to practice it. I just stood there and shook my head. It was hard to take in how bad it really was. I said, under my breath and mostly for myself, "That's not the right attitude." I guess the girl behind me heard me or saw me because, barely audible, she said to me, with her hand on her hip and her head shaking, "You, too!"

Hopefully, as I reflect on the event, I'll get more and more out of it. Wednesday night, it sunk in a little deeper how awful it was. When you were praying and saying something about the wolves feeding on them, I had a mental picture of what was happening. I saw that young group on stage, with that girl sitting there with her hands on her lap looking up. She was a lamb, and her spirit, her attitude, her zeal, her sincerity, her love of God and all the wonderful things about her were feeding the wolves there. The wolves have no other food; God's people are sustaining them. Their religion and power will crumble, and they know it, [without such lambs]. That's the kind of fight we're in, but at the same time, we're trying to rescue little lambs that have wounds down to bones from the wolves feeding on them.

Wow, I think the more I reflect on it now, the more I get out of it. I just want to have the right spirit with it. The first half of Saturday, I wasn't all the way there, but after we went to Stuart's and then went back for the last bit, I was a servant. I hope God does find this generation worthy of being used to do something good. It doesn't have to happen. Sometimes it feels like God is stirring the pot in preparation for something, but just as the prophecy for the exodus from Egypt was set back by Moses' error, this generation can be turned away. God help them cry out hard enough, and help us be where we need to be. Help us all cry out hard enough.