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I grew up in not just a fundamentalist church, but also a fundamentalist school. (I use the term "school" loosely.)
They were and are of the Pentecostal/Charismatic stripe, which means they believe in praying in tongues, being "slain in the Spirit" (falling down; think Benny Hinn's crusades from TV), "holy laughter" (laughing maniacally, often falling to the floor while doing so) and other "manifestations of the Holy Spirit."
Well, by the time I was 12, I knew it was a bunch of horseshit. In the Bible, the gift of tongues was said to be actual other languages -- you know, you speak English, the person next to you speaks Russian, and suddenly God allows you to speak perfect Russian as a testament to His power. If one believes the Bible to be true (something I'm not sure about), it's quite clear that the gift of tongues was NOT what you see today in those circles -- the babbling of gibberish. Shanda la tie tie tie a bow tie she buy a honda.....
Anyway, so during my tenth grade year, my classmates and I figured out that if we were "slain in the Spirit" during chapel and just lay there on the floor, the adults wouldn't wake us up. They were very proud of the way "the Holy Spirit" took over in our chapel services. So, it became a regular thing, especially on days when we had tests in the periods following chapel, to be "slain in the Spirit" and lie on the floor for hours.
Great naps. Good times.
This is how I survived adolesence. LOL.
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