I went to the church of my senior AP English teacher on Sunday. The church isn't affiliated with any denomination that I know of. They were intellectuals. We sang old hymns, but they weren't just dead words. When the pastor prayed, there was reverent silence. It wasn't that people didn't care or weren't "responding" to the Holy Spirit. They were just listening. The pastor spoke with intelligence and poise. By the end of the sermon, I was hoping he would stop so that my mind could catch up with him. I adored it.
The Sunday School was like a lecture at Lee, but in a good way. There were some laughs and such, but there was also hardcore study. The teacher opened with a quote from Shakespeare, analyzing it as an example of existentialism and humanism. I was delighted.

Sometimes it is nice to take a break from charisma. I enjoyed quietly singing words penned so long ago, letting them seep into my soul. I felt the Holy Spirit in the way he is often not thought of by Pentecostals: the Comforter... the Teacher. I was surrounded by Christian Intellectuals who believe very strongly that how one understands God greatly affects one's life as a Christian. The mind... The focus was on the mind as much as the soul. It was so refreshing.
I sometimes feel so alone, but now I know that there are whole churches made up of people like me. Thank God.