Most of my readers know that I support the Biblical practice of speaking in tongues, as practiced by the Apostles in the Book of Acts and described by the Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 12 and 14, where he claims to speak in tongues more than all the Corinthians, expresses the desire that all of us would speak in tongues and emphatically states that we should “forbid not” speaking in tongues. I do not believe that speaking in tongues is either a sign of salvation or the only initial evidence of the baptism in the Holy Spirit, but I do posit that it is a gift given by the Holy Spirit for the edification of the church that we are encouraged to seek and practice.
I believe the Bible supports this practice, but what would you say if neurologists studied the brains of their subjects while they spoke in tongues and verified the practice as legitimate?
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Although a semi-frequent guest on Christian television, every once in a while, Albino makes an appearance on the local news. Last week I slid into the Hispanic Pastors’ Alliance meeting late (I know what you’re thinking, but I represent my church at these meetings) and casually dressed. I almost always wear a suit (reflects that you believe the monthly meeting is important), but this time I figured, “It’s summer and I’m hot, so I’m going in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt.” When I arrived, I opened the door to discover three local mayors, three police chiefs, and a television crew from Telemundo all staring at a very large, casually-dressed Anglo with his mouth agape.
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Has it really been five years since I heard my Dad say those words, “You may kiss the bride”?
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I hope everyone is having a fun Independence Day. I, for one, am forever grateful that my two grandfathers made the trip in their respective ships and landed at Ellis Island, thus giving their descendants the wonderful gift of living in the land of freedom and opportunity.
I preached at a quinceñera Friday night, a 15th birthday party that is a Mexican tradition, and it was quite the affair. Brand new dresses on all the young ladies accompanying the birthday girl, 9 young guys in suits escorting them, the church decorated elegantly, and a stretch hummer waiting outside to take the quinceañera to an even more elaborate reception. But my daughter, Rachel, was not happy.