oooh, praise and worship was fun. i went to play for my mom's charismatic group.. i was the 3rd guitarist!
considering uncle phillip, the organist, din come, i think we did pretty well:)) or maybe they were all just being nice...BUT, they all sang too fast and i wasn't familiar with the intros. so there.
that said, it was kinda cool. there was P&W, then everybody kept quiet. so i also bowed my head. there was this feeling of expectancy, but cos it was my first time, i didn't know what to expect see. so the whole room was silent then somebody spoke. it was damn freaky and i wasn't expecting it. apparently, the speaker hears a voice and just repeats what the voice says.OR they get a compulsion to say something.. the first time it was an old man who spoke. i think it was a passage from the gospel. second time, it was an old lady... (hmmm, i just realised all the people there were pretty old.)
after that, there was a reading from this sunday's gospel bout the 4 friends who lowered their paralysed buddy thru the roof so he could be healed. i thought it was apt, cos after that they had a healing session.i didn't particiate though.. the old people scared me.
especially the little old ladies. their murmurs of agreement- "yes lord, yes, yes" were moving. but considering that these senior citizens (wahaha, how mean of me) spend half their lifes nursing a sore throat, but got eerily high voices. like LGM..
