I'm having one of the worst days of my life.
I just came back from church camp (it was pretty fun, to say the least) 2 days ago, yesterday, I STILL had piano lessons, then today, I planned to go to the Science Center to do the SAFMC trials but didn't pack (or unpack, for the matter) for the trip tonight so I didn't go.
I'm leaving in about a little over an hour at 21:00. Destination: Genting Highlands.
Anyway, I don't want to go. It's ridiculous. I just came back from Johor Bahru, Malaysia, and now I'm leaving for Genting Highlands, Malaysia just 2 days after!
Church camp was good. Got in touch with God.
I'm not exactly sure how you know you've been baptised by the holy spirit, because if you want to speak in tongues, you can just mutter some gibberish and people will THINK you ARE speaking in tongues.
But speaking in tongues means you're giving the holy spirit a chance to do something in you.
I don't know what it feels like to speak in tongues.
Anyway, we had service twice a day for 2 days, and by the end of the camp after the morning service on day 4 (there was only 1 service on both day 1 and 4), my throat was hurting.
I could barely sing...
Getting slain was a different thing altogether.
I thought it was more of going unconscious so much that you only focus on what God has to show you and lose all touch with the outside world.
I see people falling. So I thought it was like that.
But when the adult leaders tried to slay me (that sounds weird...), they more like pushed me and I fell. I was so tense in the leg area but I didn't realize it till much later when I finally relaxed it.
I could still hear the music. To be frank, I was pretty disappointed.
I was expecting a total black out.
Well, my mind was a black out, but my senses still worked fine thank you.
So I was sort of forced to think about something that came to my mind during the morning service that day.
I was walking along the streets of a city bathed in darkness. No street lamps, no light.
The sky was a deep navy blue with sparkles of stars embroided into the silk.
Then the sun started rising. It wasn't very bright. Just the orange and yellow you get from mild imagination. No great shines or white rays of light.
Just something you get from mere colouring.
Just something a little larger than the Earth, and very close too, but it felt just warm. The tempearature you feel on the Earth where the sun is so far away.
Somehow, I turned away from it and faced the moon. Then I started soaring toward it. I landed on the bumpy grey surface and looked upon the Earth as the sun rose.
The moon wasn't huge. It was about...the one from the illustration on the cover of The Little Prince.
The Earth was slightly larger than the moon. About the size of a city, so I could see quite a lot from where I was on the moon. Of course, the moon wasn't far away either, or else the graviational pull of the Earth wouldn't be enough.
I kept pondering. Why did I turn away from the sun? Why did I refuse to look at the bright shining light before me? Why did I run to the moon for salvation?
The two situations I could think of that represented it was:
1. To show how I have turned away from God (the sun) and walked deeper into sin (the moon) and miss the warmth of the Lord.
2. To show how I resisted the Devil's temporary temptation (the sun) to go for something that lasts for an eternity (the moon).
*Note: The sun actually dies out, right?
Anyway, when it was time for testimonies, I heard from this guy that he could hear the music while he was slain, so now I'm pretty confused as to what being slain feels like.
I also heard that the type of church my church is is called The Assembly of God.
