Jesus was so real to me. I could feel His touch like never before. I was so overwhelmed with the presence of Jesus that I was hardly conscious of speaking in tongues; I did speak in tongues, but not for very long. That night I remembered an evangelist saying something derogatory about young people who spoke only a few words in tongues, while he spoke for hours. The next night I went to the altar; no one gathered around to pray for me, but I simply said, "Lord, if there is a freedom in this, I want it." Suddenly it was like a dam broke, and my praises and prayers to God in a heavenly language poured out of my mouth. For a couple of weeks I could hardly pray in English.

Then Sister Lehmann, mother of missionary Harold Lehmann, came to me and said, "Stanley, God has done something wonderful for you. Do not let a day go by without coming before the Lord and letting Him recreate it in you." I still thank God for that advice in a day when some received the baptism, and once they had received it, never spoke in tongues again.