God Encounter in the Prayer Tent

God Encounter in the Prayer Tent (Grapevine Celebration UK) I was in the prayer tent in need of personal prayer. There was no-one to pray for me. Then some children from the blue team from Powerpack (8-11's) arrived and the leader said that one of the children had had a word of knowledge that there was an 'older man' (I am 56) who needed prayer. I was that man and the blue team kids laid hands on me and prayedf for me. The leader gave me Psalm 40 - it was right for me. Can I say thank you to Powerpack' (Keith Unwin)

Children in the Azusa Street Revival

As they turned the corner, the little three-year-old could see the dingy white warehouse that people crowded into 24 hours a day. Although she was just over three years old, the journey was a daily affair and with the evening dampness in the air, she couldn’t wait to get inside the Azusa Street meeting place. Now a daily tradition, she would take in all the excitement that filled the room, marveling and wondering about all that was happening around her. Although the child didn’t understand why people were shouting and crying, nor the miracles that were taking place, she liked the atmosphere. But, what she liked most was that in a few minutes after entering the room, Mom would find her seat and she would be able to crawl under the pew, get comfortable, and take a nap. This toddler had also become comfortable with the thick mist that filled the room. Being in a playful mood when she woke up from her nap, she would try to gather the mist into her arms. She loved the cloud that filled the Azusa Street Warehouse for almost three and one-half years during what is now historically called the Azusa Street Revival. It would be a few years before she was old enough to understand that she was trying to capture the Shekinah Glory of God. As a mere child, she literally breathed the Shekinah Glory into her young, developing lungs. She experienced Azusa through the eyes and mind of a young toddler. Although her mind could not comprehend all that was going on around her, she knew she was in a very special place among some very special people at a very special time. As she grew older, she would learn of the miracles and Presence of God in the form of the Shekinah Glory—so thick during those meetings—where she found comfort under the pew. She would be able to tie together the experiences recalled by family and friends with the experiences her heart captured but her mind was unable to comprehend at that tender age. This story was told by Jean Darnall, who followed in the steps of Aimee Semple-McPherson. Azusa Street: They told Me their Stories