There are some wonderful people, The Flemmings who pastor (on staff) at Promiseland San Marcos. They are probably the coolest people I’ve ever met…seriously. You can check out his (Harry’s) blog at designedbyharry.com.
The other day he posted this on his blog and it so captured my thoughts on my Pentecostal roots that I thought I would “reblog” it (which is super easy if we were both using WordPress but he’s using some other way cooler blogging site so I’m just going to copy and paste it).
Why I Like the Holiness People
by Rev. John B. Culpepper (Holiness Advocate, Fayetteville, N.C., Aug. 15, 1903)
I like their aim. They aim high. If they miss, nevertheless, they have scored one good point.
They are uncompromising.
They are against sin and wrong, including Sunday trains, secular newspapers, Sunday cooking, Sunday gossip, tobacco, and other uncleanness.
They are Prohibitionists, almost to a man.
They are agitators.
They make and distribute tracts.
They circulate books.
They have a catching sort of degree of spirituality.
They are in for everything that is good.
They say “amen” out loud.
They shout as I feel.
They [root] for a fellow while he is preaching.
If the load is heavy, they all jump out and push.
Wherever you meet one, he is already organized and ready for work.
If they are scared, they pray and shout, and work and move, so that it can’t be detected.
They always want to dig deeper, climb higher and know and do more.
They are long-winded in the closet, and nearly out of breath in a testimony service.
Every one of them will pray if you call on them, and if the fuse seems damp, they will pray, call or no call.
They are God’s globe-trotters.
They don’t ask how many are the enemy, but where are they?
They can shout in the cemetery.
They actually use the Bible in their work.
They will go to China or Africa as cheerfully as to the market.
It is not a money question with them.
They know the Holy Spirit.
They love you hard.
Their experience throws up a highway I’d like to die on.
They’ve come to stay.
They are unpopular with dirt, dignity, and the devil.
They are not in “ruts.”
They cry and run as if they had jumped the fox. That makes me spur on in the chase.
Whenever I meet or hear one of them, it makes me want to quit something, or do something, or go somewhere, or be somebody.
They are my kinsfolk.
I think I agree with Rev. John.