I used to go to an evangelical church where speaking in tongues was the norm. They also "prophesied" about coming events and were very demonstrative in worship raising arms and singing choruses over and over and over until in a trance like state. A healing service was something to behold with the "laying on" of hands and folk dropping like ninepins. I know that type of expression of faith is very meaningful to some but I felt uneasy about the foundation for some of the beliefs, and in the end it didn't stand up to my enquiring mind, so I left. For a while I really missed the friendship group, but now have found my home with the humanists who seem to make more sense to me. Thanks for the poem Luckygirl.
Kate Garroway-Care at home costs
New house and a sloping garden