This touches my soul.
Therefore let us go forth to Him, outside the camp, bearing His reproach. For here we have no continuing city, but we seek the one to come. (Heb 13:13-14)
Speaking of the outpouring at Azusa street in Los Angeles in 1906, before the scourge of denominationalism got a hold of it Frank Barltleman writes the following………….
The spirit of the song given from God in the beginning was like the Aeolian harp in the spontaneity and the sweetness. In fact it was the very breath of God, playing on human heart-strings, or human vocal chords. The notes were wonderful in sweetness , volume and duration. In fact they were oft-times humanly impossible. It was indeed “singing in the Spirit.”
We had no pope or hierarchy. We were brothers. We had no human program;the Lord Himself was leading. We had no priest class nor priest craft. These things have come in…
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