Several years ago, a contingent of Baptists from our area went on a mission trip to Romania, including my pastor and me. We wound up in Western Romania at a city of 150,000 called Sibiu. Our host church was one of three Baptist congregations in that big city. The host pastor told us that my pastor and I had been invited to conduct a service at a Gypsy church, pastored by a man who was known as the King of the Gypsies (more about that later). He was not present that night for some reason, but the little church was full. We asked our host if the Gypsy church was Baptist. He said no, they were sorta Pentecostal, but didn't really have a well-defined indentifiable doctrine.
Well, during the service, two ladies stood up and sang. A young man sang with a guitar, I sang three or four songs, there were several congregational songs, and my pastor preached, with Brother Mircea, our host pastor, translating. Service ran about two hours.
Afterwards, we were standing outside. The daughter of another Baptist pastor was standing with us. A lady walked up to my pastor, put her hand on his shoulder and spoke to him. My pastor whispered to Cristina "what's she saying."
"She's prophesying over you," said Cristina
"Well, what's she saying?"
"She's saying, lift up your cup, God's going to fill it."
Cristina continued to translate, then suddenly stopped, even though the woman kept talking.
"What's she saying now?" asked my pastor, Brother Mike.
"I don't know," said Cristina, "she just started speaking in tongues."
I mentioned the pastor of that Gypsy church. He was also on the city council and owned a brewery. He and his brother engaged in a power struggle over leadership of the Gypsies in Romania. His brother called himself the Ruler of All Gypsies Everywhere. The Wall Street Journal carried a story about it.
That was 15 years ago. Don't remember how it came out.