What's ironic about this is I'm both a PK and the grandson of a Bishop of a "chain" of Pentecostal churches from the south and the mid-west. I grew up in the black church, where "getting happy" to the intense and rousing emotions of praising the Lord are common-place. Now to be clear, I'm certainly not hating on the black church in any way; I owe too much of who I am, and frankly, black people in America might not have survived if we didn't have the church to fall back on; and in fact I would say a huge portion of American culture owes it origin to the black church (which is not the same as saying that all things that happened in the church were good). The black church begat gospel music, which begat blues, which begat both rock and roll as well as rhythm and blues, which of course begat hip-hop, etc.

I say all that to say, I used to watch in fascination and self-disappointment when people would "get happy", which means to be filled with the Holy Spirit. For the unprepared, at least in the black church, it is a spontaneous outburst of emotion-filled hollering, dancing, wavering, arm-waving, sometimes crying, and sometimes speaking in tongues. As a kid, my friend Sean Matthis or Kenny Boseman and the other kids in the church had a little game that we played with each other. We'd scan the crowd and then when we thought someone was about to "lose it", we'd "point" at them with our eyes as we all turned to watch. In any case, as preacher's kid, I felt like I had something to live up to, and never could. To your point, emotion was everywhere.