I believe I read this the first day you posted it and kept quiet until I could check scripture. I already knew from my own Salvation Experience that we had an issue but I needed to confirm my grasp on Acts 19.
I disagree with your assessment. Rather I do not see your question in that chapter but I do find confirmation for my experience of the first day and all that has occurred since that time.
I was entertaining on New Years eve, 1989 and mid-song, ringing in the New Year, that would be 11:45, bar time, I wasw overcome with and by the Holy Spirit and knew I was going to loose that paycheck because I was in the wrong place.
I had two more 45 minute sets to play but I felt the indwelling of God, suddenly and definitely. God had troubled me since November 3, 1966 to give my soul to Him, a thing I thought He did not truly mean because I deserved Hell and the Lake of fire.
But that fall saw Dollie introduce her version of "He's Alive," and CMT was my7 TV station and every time they played that video I broke down in tears because God would stir my heart.
I am to this day, unworthy of His suffering, I know that, as do the Moderators and regular posters here but when I was enjoying war, a nasty man, God called me and He isw patient, beyond belief because that night my small Silver Leather KJV was no long a Greek Mystery to me butt read as though it were dumb of me not to see it all those times I had tried to read it.
Because the entire world looked different and because I had no desire to ever play another gig, I was in service the next Sunday at the Church down the street and have been since that day. I have played a Church nor a Prison since that I did not feel the Infilling of the Holy Spirit.
But the infilling aside, I have the same power of the Spirit I had that first night and though I have forever been able to fake Speaking in Tongues, I do not speak in them. I have Laid Hands on people with a team of six other men and seen people healed of ailments. Not the stage acting thing but rather a small, private service. I always remember one Spanish, Catholic, Lady that in the Xray, had a Cancerous Tumor, the size of a Texas Grapefruit.
We laid hands on her and each of us prayed, ignoring what the others were saying and the doctor was angry with her, later that week. She checked into the Hospital and went into surgery. In recovery, that surgeon was right there,k as she came to.
The doctor asked her if she had been prayed over, over the weekend and she told him yes. He then scolded her for not telling him. He, also, was a believer and had she informed him that seven Baptists had laid hands on her and prayed for that malignant tumor to be healed by God he would have shot her with one more x-ray and that she would have one less scar because he saw it on the X-ray but it was not there when he cut her open and she was showing no sign of Cancer now.
I was saved by the time 12:00 midnight or 0 Hundred Hours rolled around January 1, 1990 and there is the constant in filling from then to now. Watch or ask the mods here and you wil find I know how to Quence the
Spirit but I am saved and the Spirit jerks knots in my tail from time to time because that Old man, the slut chasing drunken druggie is still trying to kill God's New MKan.