Brothers and Sisters in Jesus,I think that we need to take the advice of our dear brother and father in the faith, Johnathon Edwards. It was he who warned not to condemn nor condone(sp?) a movement based simply on physical manifestations and the like.Number one, of course in my time at Brownsville I saw physical manifestations. I worked at the altars during altar time and saw many people "slain in the spirit" (although I dislike the term). I saw other bodily things taking place that look strange to the natural eye. I can say that some of what I saw was probably flesh. However, I know many of these people, and they loved Jesus far more than I do. For me to say that they were "faking" or under the influence of demons, or even "mass-hypnosis" as some have amusingly suggested would be unfruitful. I did not decide to move my wife and I to Pensacola because I wanted to receive an impartation, blessing, or shake and quake. Rather I saw the thousands running to the altars nightly, the thousands or lives changed, the passion of this great congregation for prayer and holiness, and I saw that the message of Jesus Christ and him crucified and resurrected was indeed paramount. As for a true touch of God leading to evangelism, you are exactly right. Every Saturday night, (that was the organized evening anyways but there were people out everynight) students from the school of ministry as well as from the church, filled the streets to reach for the lost. Unfortunately due to my work schedule I didn't get to attend any of these, but the testimonies and fruit I saw was mindblowing. I should dig up some of my old BRSM newsletters and share the testimonies sometime. I did, however, work with the Pensacola Salvation Army which was ran and staffed mostly by Brownsville members. I tell you this, that was probably the closest to General Boothes days as I've seen it. We hit the streets and went for souls. I remember one night as my friend and I approached a young man who was irrate and drinking. After talking with the man for a few minutes he broke and began to weep and gave his life to the Lord. This is one of many testimonies.Also as for the cross being paramount, I've never been to a church in my life that preached the cross more frequently, or as vividly at Brownsville. Honestly, before going, I was probably guilty of neglecting the simple message of Christ and Him crucified. I had perhaps, matured (obvious sarcasm intended here :) ) above that simple message and gone "deeper". I was wrong. Thank God for professors and teachers who would preach the cross uncompromisingly. Many times in my "Acts" class it would turn into a study of the cross. MANY, MANY, MANY of these classes ended in students weeping before the Lord as they received a fresh revelation of the Lamb slain. I am so thankful for that.There were some nights where there was perhaps more of an emphasis on us receiving a personal touch from God. (what some would call "receiving") However, those mostly came from guest speakers and those were not from Brownsville. Whenever our leaders spoke to us, however, the message was a STRONG repentance, self-sacrifice brother Ravenhill style message. I can remember many days of brokenness at the altar in the school chapel. I can remember hours passing as classes were cancelled and we pounded the altars with tears and weeping. I don't ever really recalling "holy-laughter", although I do not oppose this manifestation when in order. Occasionally, but once again not typically from Brownsville members. I tend to get slightly erked when Brownsville is termed as being part of the "laughing-revival". Once again to put it scholarly, "hooey." :) I've heard brother Steve Hill harshly tell those laughing to stop and the ushers to escort them out. Nothing was to hinder the preaching of the gospel. There were times when preaching did not occur and we simply hit the altar and pounded heaven for a deeper move of God. Brownsville was, and is about souls coming into the kingdom. If you could hear the testimonies that came from the high schools your jaw would drop. I can think of the story of a young woman named Jill. She began a campus club at her high school that exploded with the power of God. One particular day the spirit of repentance hit the place and scores of sinners were brought into the kingdom. I think of Brother Chip Woolwine who was fired from his position as superintendent because he was baptizing kids in a river near the school. He was also bussing in scores of kids who were bound in sin to the revival and they were being transformed. The school did not take to kindly to this. The fruit my friends, was/is mind-blowing.Even the witches and satanists took notice. A friend of mine had a friend who worked security at the school of ministry. She worked nights and would hear the witches in the woods chanting curses at the campus and praying for the revival to end. They would also unashamedly come to the revival nightly. Many times they would end up weeping in repentance at the altars. They were not enticed to the altar by a promise of peace love and joy. Nor were they running to the altars to drop in their "Miracle Seed Offering" to receiving a touch from heaven. Rather their hearts were pierced by the preaching of the cross. In my time there, the number one principal that was constantly pounded into my spirit was that I must become a man of prayer. Prayer was preeminent. Especially at the school of ministry. Entire days would be devoted to seeking heaven. Many times classes would be cancelled simply to seek God's face. All I know is this simple fact, it was and is the Holy Spirit of God given to us freely through the shed blood of Jesus Christ who was and is at work at Brownsville.I make no cover up for the occasional smell of flesh. Were it not so it would have been heaven. People are people and unfortunately we all have this one thing in common, we're fallen. So yes I did from time to time see people who with my natural eyes I would have thought were "in the flesh". Yet at the same time, I do not know them and cannot make a blanket statement.Yet I can say for certain my time in Brownsville did not consist of meeting after meeting emphasizing receiving from men. Nor was it messages on health, wealth, and prosperity. Nor did it consist of a preacher trying to preach through shrieks of laughter. Rather the atmosphere was one of holiness. It was one saturated with prayer and tears. Friends, it was something words don't describe, it was a move of God. Blessings on you and your families today in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.Burning,Jeff