Here is a humorous yet sad take on how ministering at the altar have evolved into a dark and devilish showmanship. It reminds me of my sad experience in 2004. I flew to Orlando, Florida from san francisco to attend a conference where a famous and one of my favorite preachers was speaking. On the third and final night, as he invited people to the altar, he said he would personally lay hands on everyone. Thirty minutes later he started praying for groups of 20. I found myself in one of those groups with this guy trying to knock me over by placing his foot behind my heels and with his hand on my forehead trying to push me backward. I was determine that night to give no one a courtesy fall. I removed his hand from my head after wrestling with him for at least a minute, and stepped over his foot and never went to any of his meetings again. Oh Yes! I remove my name from his mailing list and stop sending him money. I have been at the altar many timeseither, receiving from God or being use by Him. I have experienced the real and genuine move of God but I am not about ready to settle for the fake.