A couple of years back, as a teenager (mmh someone is grown up), I visited my aunt in Harare for the holidays. At that time she was attending a Pentecostal church that had sort of invaded the continent.
So on a Sunday, we went to church and after the service, all visitors were asked to remain behind for a few minutes. We were asked if we could speak in other tounges and we all said we could not. There were eight of us; two were very prominent news anchors with ZBC TV.
So we made a circle, held hands and were told to pray, to pray until we spoke in tounges. I could not believe it. I wished I had not shown myself to be a visitor. I wanted to laugh, to run away and yet I wanted to see if it could really happen.
So we prayed.
The lady kept saying, ‘louder, louder…pray, pray, pray, just say anything…….!!
Wouldn’t it be beautiful? To speak in a language the devil could not understand. Knowing my prayers would not be blocked by the devil and his demons.
In less than five minutes, the guys from ZBC said they could now speak in tounges, I wanted to really laugh then because I could tell they were lying. Still, I really wanted to speak in real tounges.
After two sessions, I told them the tounges were not coming, so we prayed again, I was tiring now, then I began saying, ‘shikaraka shikaraka……..and told the lady it had happened.
They celebrated with me, prayed for me and I went home and prayed, told my mom later that night that I had spoken in false tounges and she laughed.
For the rest of the holiday, I made up excuses to avoid going back to church. Is it mandatory to speak in tounges? Is it not a gift of the holy spirit?