I spent much of my childhood and adolescent years trying to prove I was normal even though I didn’t go to movies or dances. In the Pentecostal church I attended, movies and dancing were considered horrible sins. Since I couldn’t join my friends in their worldly activities, I asked them to attend church with me, for we were constantly being exhorted to witness for Christ
by bringing friends to church. The problem was that almost every Sunday the pastor would warn of the evils of Hollywood, dancing, drinking, and smoking. He used to say, “If God wanted man to smoke, He would have put a chimney on top of his head.” Besides this, the service was always interrupted by two or three “messages in tongues” and interpretations.