mine. What was there left for me to pray about. He
spoiled my praying and I took up praising. I praised God
that He who worked in the Upper Room was working the same in
me. I praised, and I praised, and I praised. The devil said
to me, "That's mechanical." I said, "I'll praise You Lord,
and if You want real praise, You'll have to put the wind in
the sails."

That's the way I came through. One morning I was just
getting out of bed, "this gibberish, this jargon" as the
enemy likes to call it, began to come. The Lord said, "Let
it babble!" I let. The babble increased, and by night I was
up to my neck. I let. I still let. That's all. Someone else
does the work, and it does not tire you.

And here is another paper. "Meat in Due Season: published monthly, or
as often as the Lord leads." The editor quotes the Bible, "Call upon
the name of the Lord," and explains that "Call means #call#." The word
appears to have a special meaning to these pentecostal persons--it
means working yourself into a frenzy of agitation; as the editor puts
it, "you must #lay# hold of the #horns# of the #altar#." He goes on to
exhort--the bold face being his:

Pray as if your very life depended upon it! The first few
minutes seemingly all the powers of hell will contend every
word, the next few, relief in a measure will come, more
liberty in calling. In a very little while you will be #dead
to the room, dead to the chair#, dead to everyone around
you, dead to all and tremendously alive to your desperate
need and emptyness; this conviction will grow as you
increase calling upon Him. It maybe you'll weep, it maybe
you'll perspire, it maybe your clothing will be deranged, it
maybe your throat will get sore. Never for a moment let your
mind rest on the condition of your person. Open your mouth
and God has promised to fill it. Ask persistently until the
very floor seems to sink beneath you and the fountains of
the deep, of your heart let loose. Like David, "pour out
your soul" like one would pour water out of a bucket. I have
seen hundreds get through right at this point. When
#self-thought, reticence, decorum, reserve, propriety and
dignity# had all been thrown to the four winds of heaven.
Self was then obliterated and consciousness of person gone.
Draw near to God and He will draw near to you s