Now that this thread has quieted, and I've heard what my son has said, I want to go back and read what has been said here, especially at the beginning. I have an idea someone here gave me the same answer, but I could not accept it, so I rejected it. Hearing it come out of my son's unassuming mouth, as he carefully formed his words, and his wife agreed, I heard. I heard, but I had a tantrum, stamping my foot not at him but at the situation. I was angry, and yes, I cried. The day's been hard. My husband and I talked about it, and he agreed that my son was probably right. I don't believe in this stuff -- in tongues, and especially not in me "prophesying." Prophesying? I don't do stuff like that! I hate stuff like that. I look with disgust on assuming people who do it. But there I was. And the church immediately started its demise, until it was for sale. Too few to open its doors. I can't explain it.