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I have some Pents doing a big carpentry (car-PENT-ry, haha) job for me at the moment. Very sweet, thoughtful, conscientious, cheerful people, on the look-out for extras they can do for me, checking in to make sure the work is progressing to my satisfaction, thanking me profusely for a cup of water...needed to "witness" briefly but not pressing me at all. Raising up and giving life to some people who would otherwise be living wasted lives Just lovely people. In hunting season they go out and kill God's little creatures.
I spent my very early years in a Pent church - lots of throwing away of crutches, getting baptized in a bathtub on stage, rolling around and, yes, talking in tongues. Imported black ministers from the Southern U.S. for big tent rallies. (Sang dirge-like hymns like white mainline Christians tho.) It spoiled me for any other Christian services (like, BORRRRRRRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG. Who could sit in a pew and listen to some mumblin' minister after that).
But all this wonderfulness (see first paragraph, minus last sentence), and, well, fun (see second paragraph), plus all this anticipating (and maybe helping out) the end times is not something I want to see holding the most powerful office in the world. (Or being an old man's heartbeat away from doing so.) I think what we (you, being that I'm Canadian) (and we, too, as the rest of the world) need is a humorous, cool, thoughtful, INTELLIGENT person like Obama.
P.S. - Pent being far behind me these days, I now follow the pentagram. Crazy too, but I don't aim to make any decisions for anybody but me...