If I did not sense reality in the experience I would probably feel the same way you do even to the point of believing all of this stuff of the devil...
Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fulness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy. And they were haughty, and committed abomination before me: therefore I took them away as I saw good. -
Ezekiel 16:49-50
1. Pride
2. Gluttony
3. Laziness
4. Uncharitable
And to make the long story short... They found nothing else better to do. They got bored with what may have been called good. This would have described me at one point of my life until I moved down to Virginia to spend a summer with my grandmother. I picked up the love of partying when I lived up north. Me and my friends would not hurt anybody, but we loved to get drunk, go bowling or something, and do a lot of laughing. I did not see anything wrong with it. One evening, while staying at Grannies, I went out with some young people and had a few. Well when I got home and thought I had successfully snuck into bed her light came on in her room. She did not say a word to me but her tears flowed down her cheek and began to flood her nightgown making for one of the most pitiful sights I do know. So... I fell in with the people and began to learn their lifestyle. The old generation of Pentecostal/Methodist Virginians would work the farms as well as other jobs. They did not have the time of day to get bored with their salvation and kept up a joy and an interest in their everyday life.
Pictured below is farmer I would work for in the hay field... Dallas would shout at work, shout in the hay field, and shout in church. He would also speak in tongues and run the aisles. He and his wife would operate a dairy farm and he would also work at the local ammunition plant. A very large soul his shouting would ring through the building. In the altar services he would kneel behind me in prayer and tears would roll off his cheek and onto my shoulders. A wonderfully large soul. Along with Dallas there were many others like him who would let the praises roll during church service. During the altar service old Evans Linkous used to weep like a baby. And if he were to look back to catch the amazed look in my eye he would weep, "The Holy Ghost! The Holy Ghost!" And point to all the souls being blessed around the altar. After I experienced these things for myself the people would make a fuss, or in the words of the Apostle Paul, glorify God in me. One day, after a beautiful autumnal week of beautiful Virginia fall and revival I lay on my bed with open door, listening to the Katydids sing their praises to God, reading Run Baby Run, with fireflies lighting up the mountain as they would fly, and heard the Spirit ask... "Put the book down" and then continue, "Where is all that hatred, strife, and bad feeling?" In which examining my eternal man there was nothing there but sheer beauty. I thought to myself... Oh my! I got exactly what those folks got!
And in the words of George Clark Rankin, "It was the third Sunday in September, 1866 (in my case much later), and those Church vows became a living principle in my heart and life. During these forty-five long years, with their alternations of sunshine and shadow, daylight and darkness, success and failure, rejoicing and weeping, fears within and fightings without, I have never ceased to thank God for that autumnal day in the long ago when my name was registered in the Lamb's Book of Life." -
The Life of George Clark Rankin
Later on I would learn that Virginians were picking up their salvation here in Philadelphian ways for hundreds of years.