It started with my books -- I still had a bunch of books from my "fringe" days. I don't even know why I held on to them this long. I think somewhere in the back of my mind I figured I'd give them to one of my Pentecostal friends rather than just toss them...
Books are one thing. But my collection of souvenirs from the fringe gets even better. I didn't even know I still had this stuff until I opened a storage box that probably hadn't see daylight since I my last interstate move.
Among the more interesting items:
- Assorted "Prayer cloths" (little pieces of fabric that had been prayed over in some revival service somewhere)
- A couple of vials of annointing oil (one would even clip on your keychain, in case you needed that extra annointing on the go!)
- A little plastic tube of what appears to be water -- "holy water"? I don't even remember.
- A small white landscaping stone (it was part of an object lesson from a meeting I attended in the mid 90s)
- A gazillion program booklets and cassette tapes from conferences I've attended
- An impressive collection of handwritten "prophetic words" that were given to me
- The new members' orientation handbook from a church I left years ago.
- A little baggie with some "gold dust" (looks exactly like glitter, and that's probably exactly what it is) from another "revival" meeting back in the mid 90s
It felt good to get rid of that stuff. I don't need a trinket or a ministry to connect me to God anymore. I don't need to see signs and wonders. I'll always remember those times (although now I'm more likely to cringe than to smile when I do), but I'm never going back.