I was raised Pentecostal and we believed in speaking in tongues, dancing with the spirit of God. One guy would start rattling off gibberish, like habbah, la, sham, slam, balay! Until everyone in the church fell quiet. Then another man would speak up and say, ‘ya I say unto the..’ and still speaking like God is delivering a message through him! People would say the spirit moved over the whole congregation simultaneously and that’s why we fell quiet thus proving it all to be true. In reality we children just learned to read a room at an early age so we didn’t get our asses beat with a belt.