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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...




My Journey: Songs of the Spirit

By Curtis Dean
Sept. 8, 2013

It was my third year at Central Bible Institute (later Central Bible College in Springfield, Mo.) during the school year of 1952-53. Almost every year at the Assemblies of God institute, the Holy Spirit would move on various occasions in such a mighty way that classes would be dismissed and meals ignored while students experienced a time of revival.

Such was the case this time.

The large wooden chapel of CBI was built close to the woods. Many times when rain or a wind was approaching, you could hear the sound far off as it began blowing the leaves on the trees, then getting closer and closer. That day, we heard the sound of wind in the distance even though we were not expecting any rain. The sound grew closer.

Suddenly, the wind was sweeping over the congregation — the breath of the Holy Spirit — and we 700 students came to our feet, hands raised. We sang a heavenly song we had never heard before, in perfect harmony, and all singing the same words in a language we never knew. We were truly singing in the Spirit!

In one such revival time, most of us had not eaten since before chapel the previous day. Fasting was not enforced. If someone had to eat, they could leave for a meal and return to the chapel. But few did, and the meeting continued through the night. At noon on the second day, William Evans, the dean of the school, came to the microphone.

“Students,” he said, “we haven’t eaten since yesterday. We will now dismiss for lunch and then return here at 2 o’clock to continue the meeting.”

Sensing something was going to happen, I made a dash for the cafeteria. I had just got my tray of food and started to sit down when the power fell. Other students were still coming through the line, receiving their lunches. Hands went up in the air and praise filled the cafeteria.

Many students were lying on the floor, praying; others were dancing in the Spirit, and those who were dancing never once hit those on the floor. When 2 o’clock came, those standing picked up those on the floor and helped them back to chapel. Who cared about lunch? We were feasting on heavenly manna!

During that school year, I was the student pastor at First Assembly of God in Camdenton, Mo. Our student ministry team had opened the church in September 1951. The members of that little church were wonderful, sincere people, but with many individual ways of worshipping.

Our student team was concerned that the services seemed too routine, with each person doing his or her own thing. During this time of revival at CBI, I asked the Lord what we should do in Camdenton. The Lord impressed me to begin preaching on the Spirit’s desire to move on the body of believers as a whole.

For two or three weeks, I preached on the Holy Spirit’s desire to move on the congregation as a whole. One Sunday evening, He did just that.

That night at First AG, three of the ladies sitting on the front row — Sisters McVey, Sousley and Snelling — were among the members who had sacrificed so much and worked hard to get the little assembly going. Once again, I was preaching on the Spirit’s desire to move upon the body as a whole. Suddenly those three ladies stood up as if someone had yanked them. With hands raised, they began singing a beautiful song in perfect harmony.

When the ladies finished, the rest of that service became a “camp meeting” because everyone present knew they had both seen and heard a song of the Spirit — a chorus from heaven.

I have witnessed and experienced real singing in the Spirit. I remember those blessings to this day. I believe the Spirit desires to express himself through similar miracles among us. May we be ready to sing with Him.


CURTIS DEAN is a retired Assemblies of God missionary.

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