I am reading a book by Hannah Hurnard called The Kingdom of Love. It's a great little book about Hannah's experience as a missionary in Israel. Apparently when a bunch of violence started breaking out, (think the 40s) most missionaries left except for about 11 devoted people. This remnant had to decide to unify or essentially be ineffective. They wanted to do some sort of community outreach meeting, but there was not enough common ground to build the meetings on. A group of 3 people (Hannah included) began to pray for unity as well as the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Each person was praying for this baptism toward different ends... one toward signs and wonders, one toward power, but Hannah prayed toward... get this... a baptism of love. She adds that the only way such diversity can be unified is through a supernatural sort of love baptism...

All I'm saying is that this flew in the face of things I've heard my whole life. I feel like this really explains a lot. I don't know the end of the story yet for either of us... (my dogg Hannah and me.) I'll let you know.