Sarah Palin was a member of the Wasilla Assembly of God Holy Trinity Church for twenty-years.
The political diva turned her back to the Holy Spirit just to run for office and changed worship venues. Obama did the same. We all have backslidden, but very few have committed the sin that cannot be forgiven– blasphemy of the Holy Spirit.
Tongue- tied in spirit, those in Palin’s denomination spoke in tongues. Media has attempted to associate her religious associations to that of Obama’s, but Pentecostal’s are nothing like other Protestants. I have been blessed to know many Pentecostalist in life and can attest that there is nothing about their spirits that should prevent them from becoming great leaders. I trust them with all my heart. They were my best friends in life–my friends of childhood.
In Three Springs, everyone was religious; even the kids. In high school, members of the Rocket chorus banded together to form a traveling Sunday school choir–an Amy Grant song- singing, musical rock band that went from church to church in rural Pennsylvania. The group was in no way sponsored by the Board of Education, but we Jesus- freaked adolescents did it from our hearts, and we all loved the stage and the highschool musicals that we performed in– Hello Dolly, Fiddler on the Roof, Carousel and the Music Man. I joined the Christian rock group because my best friend, Dana Scott, who I happened to have a terrible crush on at the time, was in “Sonshine”.
Pentecostal churches were my favorite to perform in. Although I was never offered solos, I was invited to sing as back- up, in the larger choir. The Baptist church I attended in Three Springs was fortunate to have thirty members in attendance, including seven from my own family on any given Sunday morning, but in Palin-Scott like Pentecostal worship halls, the Holy Spirit set me on fire. It was in one of those churches where I was first ‘opened’ to what I at the time, determined to be the possession of the spirit of God into my very soul. It’s not seen in the open, that’s what I realized. It was internal– the tiny fire of God– the spark that lights us all if we only stop to believe. I saw the truth in that huge Pentecostal church when I was singing with Dana Scott and Sonshine.
I took Dana to the prom in the tenth grade. She was a member of that church. I had to listen to promises of purity at wedlock. She had a solo that day in church. I never believed in speaking in tongues until I heard her sing– her voice was like that of God.
Although my sexual attraction to her was not intense at all, if ever there was a woman who I wanted to marry, it was Dana– the brown hair and brown eyed girl who could sing and move my very soul. I poked fun of her at musical practice when I learned she “spoke in tongues” from other members of Sonshine who just so happen not to have lead roles as big as mine.
“Once saved, always saved, Dana,” I joked as we stood backstage, waiting our cue to go back on stage. I was playing the part of Cornelious Hackle and she was Millie, the hat lady. “You don’t really believe people speak in tongues do you? Salvation is not that hard. Once saved always saved,” I reminded her.
“Sometimes you make me so mad,” She snipped.
I didn’t mean to say the wrong thing.
“Never mind, Charles. Your soul is growing, still. I must love you for what it’s worth. That I must do.”
It was difficult singing “Sunday Clothes” during the rehearsal.
Like Dana Scott, Pentecostal’s claim to take possession of the Holy Spirit, using their bodies as mediums, sending forth messages from the holy one. Leaders of many Christian denominations believe that in order to certify the holy act of tongue-speaking was true and not from Satan, a church body must put forth a member to the congregation, one who is able to interpret what is being ‘channeled’. I thought for sure Dana Scott would speak in tongues the Sunday I sang at her church as a member of ‘Sonshine’, but she didn’t. There were no strange languages and interpreter pastors nearby to reiterate to an audience what is being “channeled” to them. My snide back stage remark during practice for ‘Hello, Dolly” caused trouble in God’s eyes, I assumed. “Why ain’t Dana talking in tongues after that incredible solo,” I asked myself, not giving her credit for hitting a high A flat without even blinking.
It is no wonder why Dana didn’t want to prove anything spiritual to me. She must have known I was gay like many other members of Sonshine. I wanted to see the tongue twisting for myself though. I hoped that the lord would show me a miracle, but my unbelief was my loss. Dana wouldn’t give me the time of day after my remarks, so I turned officially gay.
I wanted to believe. But as any good pastor will tell a seeker in regards to tongue speaking and being a homosexual; the miracle is not performed before non-believers. Perhaps that’s why the spirit of speaking in tongues did not enter Dana that Sunday, nor will it enter Obama this November. I was a non-believer.
Palin looks so much like my highschool friend that I’m almost tempted to post Dana’s photograph from the yearbook here in this forum next to Palin’s. I just may vote Republican this year.
Like CNN, I have poked fun at Christians who claim to have powers to cast out demons and heal by the laying of hands, but I have been forgiven. Trust me, Larry King, I learned the hard way that what I report in mockery in regards to the Holy Spirit is never forgiven.