Quotes About Pentecostal

The author sees Joseph of Genesis as a type of Christ's Pentecostal power. He who was thought dead has been raised in power, and the power is evident in the chariot he sends for his own.

I have walked by stalls in the market-place where books, dog-eared and faded from their purple, have burst with a white hosanna. I have seen people crowned with a double crown, holding in either hand the crook and flail, the power and the glory. I have understood how the scar be­comes a star, I have felt the flake of fire fall, miraculous and pentecostal. My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are grey faces that peer over my shoulder.

Some Christians cannot say when they were saved. But I never knew a man yet who was baptized with the Holy Ghost and Fire and was unable to say when it happened.

I was raised in the Methodist Church, which is a very Germanic, military kind of music they have there. I heard this other music on the radio: Pentecostal. That was right up my street.

It was very painful combing my hair. My grand-uncle was a Pentecostal bishop, and he was very strict: our hair couldn't be permed or straightened. So I just cut it all off.

I grew up in a very strict Pentecostal household.

I'm fascinated by the whole concept of snake handling. When you read about the Pentecostal snake handlers, what strikes you the most is their commitment.

In evangelical and Pentecostal churches, most people have a home church they identify with, but you have a favourite pastor or evangelist that you listen to occasionally. Studying scripture means you don't just read the Bible: you read devotional books and books designed to help your spiritual walk or the church broadly construed.

Your enemy is not a Baptist, Pentecostal, or charismatic—your enemy is a destroyer of souls called Satan and his spirit rebels (Eph. 6:12). You can't fight right unless you're in the light—and the light is the Word of God.

The Cedar Man also began looking familiar, and I recognized him as Willis Weist, who had disappointed my mother; she had observed him going to as many as four white-person church services each Sunday. A confirmed Methodist, she'd finally asked him which one he liked the best, to which he had responded, "Pentecostal." My heartbroken mother asked why. He'd shrugged, "Because they have the best potluck dinners." There

I think that my preaching style and many of my ideas and ideals about faith are based in both Pentecostal and Baptist background.

Our conversation revealed the differences between their paradigm and mine. They were sent by a U.S.-based ministry that defined "gospel-preaching churches" as non-Pentecostal and noncharismatic, male-led, emotionally quiet, hymn-singing and (implicitly) led by white missionaries. My paradigm was more along the lines of "go where God is going.