While at the Pentacostal church youth rally, the preacher told about one passage in the bible. A passage in which a man slayed a giant and when faced with a lion, the lion ran away from him. The lion is the devil in spirit. (The pentacostals talk often about the devil and how every evil/bad/unfortunate thing is him trying to kill/hurt you.) The preacher then asked every one who was a "lion chaser" to come forward to the alter. I was the only youth that stood in the pews. It's a strange yet powerful feeling being the only one. I wish I wasn't, though.