When he had finished his story and had become silent, I said softly in his ear, “Your sins are forgiven, Brother Wilson.” I leaned back away from him, stood up, and placed my hands on his head. Then I heard myself speaking in tongues, “Cala saga toolata! Chaga nata sola hala cala que hala coe usha saga la! IN THE NAME OF JESUS, I REBUKE THE SPIRIT OF SIN! I REBUKE YOU, SATAN!”
I barely nudged my hand toward his forehead, and he fell over onto the floor and began to shake like he was having a seizure. Animal sounds were coming out of his mouth, and for a moment I was scared. We had never done anything like this in our church before, and I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction the congregation might have to it, but Brother Carter stood and shouted, “WE REBUKE YOU, SATAN!” Then others followed.
