Is It Real? (Speaking in tongues)

In the earlier years of having the Holy Ghost I was puzzled at the reality of such a supernatural experience of speaking in an un-learned language.  On one occasion in the midst of a conversation with my father, I began to speak in "tongues".  My father, astonished, spoke in a Creole French language while growing up.  He did not share this with us after he married my mother, and would hardly ever mention a word in the dialect, for some reason.  When the tongues subsided, he looked at me in a surprised way and said "you shouldn't say that, you don't know what you're saying" 
I surely didn't know what I was saying, I didn't have a clue that he did.  I simply replied, "I sure don't !  Looking at me suspiciously, he began to speak in his childhood dialect.  Clueless,  I gazed at him in an empty stare.   I didn't understand and I told him so.
Quickly he left the room, this was the end of the happy conversation and laughter.

Later the next morning, I asked my mother  what he had said about the incident.  She replied that he said it was French, but refused to say what was said.  We never learned the truth, even after many years. 

Acts:2: 4: And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.
5: And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven.
6: Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that
every man heard them speak in his own language.
7: And they were all amazed and marvelled, saying one to another, Behold, are not all these which speak Galilaeans?
8: And
how hear we every man in our own tongue, wherein we were born?

I often wondered what the Lord would cause us to say in another language.  Years later, I heard a man singing in Hebrew some of the same words that I had heard come out of my mouth as I prayed in the Spirit.  He then translated saying;

"My King, my Lord, my God!"

Speaking in tongues is really glorifying God as the Bible says.  It is real and for as many as the Lord our God shall call.



Covenant Assembly
Apostolic House Church
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Houston, TX 77088
(Heather Glen Subdivision)
281-405-5002 or Pastor Deborah Garcia 281-587-1614
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I FEEL LIKE A MILLIONAIRE

Nayin Patel w/Connie Hicks

My home is Gujarat, northern India, Jujrat State.

My family, parents, 2 brothers and 2 sisters would be considered middle income. My parents were farmers who grew tobacco and wheat. They had a bull and a cow. We all worked the farm, and hired other people when necessary.

The money has always interested me, so when I left India in 1989, I went to Nairobi, Kenya (in Africa) to look for a good job and money. I stayed there over a month without finding a job, then went to Kampala, Uganda, where I sold truck parts from a motorcycle. I lived in a Hindu temple each time, trusting my Hindu god, Swarmi Narayan. I earned good money, but by then a friend who lived in Houston invited me to visit. I stayed in Canada with a Hindu family, but I really wanted to get to America, so I called my friend and he again invited me. At that time, I had no visa to enter the country.

When I finally reached Houston, I had only $500 and the clothes I was wearing. My friend let me stay in his house, bought me clothes, and gave me a job at one of his service stations. I worked 7 days a week, 12 hours a day and earned a lot of money. After 4 years I went back to India, stayed 4 months, and returned to America in 1995 with a political asylum card. I worked in another service station for my friend, had some money in the bank and was staying with a fellow (Hindu) worker. He wanted to start a business, and I agreed to be a partner with him and invest my money. Instead he stole all my savings and my credit card, I was poor again. I became so miserable, I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep. 

I was working on another job, when the son-in-law of my new employer saw how sad I was and asked, "Would you like to go to church with me?"  That was September 5, 1999. I didn't know anything about the Bible, or Jesus, nothing.  He picked me up from my house. When I entered the church and sat in service I felt something different; I was crying and weeping. People were being called to the altar, the blessing and Quincy took me to the altar. Then the church leaders prayed for me. I was speaking in tongues. I got the Holy Ghost, they told me. All I know is that I was feeling good.


Quincy asked me if I wanted to get baptized and I said, "Yes!"


All my misery, worries were all gone! I felt very peaceful, much happiness. Just like I was born, just like I received a brand new body!  But I didn't know that what I had done had made me a Christian.