I wasn't expecting it even though it had been prophesied by one of the team leaders. We'd
received importation earlier that day from Randy Clark and the ministry team leaders. That
in itself had been powerful, and I thought the Holy Spirit was probably done with me for
the day. Before service, I enjoyed a delicious churro with Erica and our young, cute and trendy
interpreters. Worship had started when I walked into service. Only a few seconds in, I found
the glory of God was so weighty, I needed to kneel. So I knelt. But that wasn't low enough. I
moved out into the aisle and knelt, resting my forehead on the ground. Still not low enough.
I crawled forward and out of the way of other worshipers and lay prostrate on the floor. Which
isn't very dignified or ladylike, I know, but sometimes the glory is too much for a girl to worry
about her dignity or gender. Finally, I was almost low enough, but I found I could no longer
move. A few seconds later, I was blasted with a surge of electricity. My hands and arms shook
violently. It lasted about a minute or so. I rested for about 30 seconds before it happened again.
This pattern repeated for the next hour and a half. It was as if an angel was holding me down
with a knee and zapping me every few seconds with some kind of zapper. The experience was
simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying. It kind of hurt. I struggled to breathe through my
weeping and all the electricity. At one point, I asked, "God, what are you doing???" He replied,
"I'm rearranging things."