I feel especially high on love this weekend, so I wanted to ask you folks for your perspectives and stories on the subject. Feel free to answer these on your blog or in the comments below.
- When was one time you felt truly loved?
- Can you love someone without liking them?
- What’s your favorite love song?
- One of my friends became an atheist last year and stopped believing love existed. What’s your reaction to this?
- What’s your favorite way to receive love? How about showing/giving love?
- Do you think there are different kinds of love? (ie. romantic, friendship, love for things, loving your pets, familial)
- What’s one of the oddest or stupidest things you’ve done for love?
- Can love be quantified? (eg. “I love you more than my ____” or “I love her more now than ever.”)
- Is love an emotion or an action (or something else altogether)? Can they be mutually exclusive?
- Is it possible to love without conditions? i.e. No matter what someone does, feels, is, or could possibly be, you’ll love them.
- Is is better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all?
- It is said that sacrificing your life for another’s is the highest form of love. What do you think?
- When does infatuation turn into love?
It was a Wednesday night and I was on the ground, rolling and gasping for air, laughter coming in wave after wave, cramping all my muscles and pushing tears out of the corners of my eyes. I was lost to the world, convulsing in heavy, wheezing laughs. But I hadn’t heard a good joke nor was I tickled; I was “laughing in the Spirit” and this hysteric guffaw continued for over a half hour straight without breaks.
I was only 13 years old and on a mission trip in rural Appalachia with my (very) non-Charismatic church youth group. I was the only student who had a lot of previous experience with the “gifts of the Holy Spirit”, and the last thing I expected was that these gifts would occur during a Presbyterian prayer meeting. Most of the other attendees were just as shocked as I was. In fact, one girl thought my giggle fit was aimed in a mocking way at other children experiencing emotional times of worship. I couldn’t talk plainly enough to answer her, so she grabbed a glass full of milk and poured it on my head. It didn’t help.
I’m not sure if this group fit was suggested, or if one emotional, weeping child led to someone falling over, which lead to speaking in tongues, dancing, and my personal experience with holy laughter. I may have helped the situation along by telling people that it was God’s Spirit leading us and that speaking in tongues and being slain in the Spirit was great.
Was it a chain reaction? Wanting to fit in? Mass hysteria? Supernatural? How can we know?
One thing’s for sure–the grownup leaders at this prayer meeting lost control over every aspect, and it went much too far. By the next day stories of demon visitations, prophesying, and salvation were filtering all around the camp.
Want to see this “Spirit” in action?
The following clip was edited to show the humor in a pentecostal worship service, but it reminded me so much of the contagious nature of those social situations. Just watch as people fall down as if drunk after hearing the pastor speak about the apostles appearing drunk in Acts 2.
It may be my intuition, but I can look at the faces of many of those audience members and see them thinking about what they’re doing: fake laughter, self-propelled shakes, flailing, and so forth. This is the kind of behavior that makes me shudder and groan nowadays. See for yourself:
(hat tip to @achura)
Update Sep-23-09: It seems the streaming channel has been shut down. The internet weeps in agony! No more happy little trees…
Thanks to @mei_guo_ren, I have now found my favorite place on the internets!
That’s right, bishes… It’s The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross! Streaming! Check it out!
You can’t top the epic fro, brush beatings, and his signature self-help style of painting. Don’t forget, of course, the “happy little [everything]“. You have to see it to believe it. Those of you who secretly adored The Joy of Painting will be in pure heaven as the dozens of episodes wash over you.
Who can’t love the peaceful, joyful 80s guru with his buttery voice, soft tapping brushes, and open collared shirt? Rawr, Bob! Bring your two inch brush, knife, fan brush, palette, and saucy colors over here! He’s the pimp of 80s hotel art.
I would definitely buy that. Stream some Bob Ross love here. There’s even a chat room in which I spent 2 hours laughing my ass off. Enjoy!
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