I remember well the hot assemblies at the Silverdome. But the worst assembly I remember was at the State fairgrounds in Detroit (1964). We thought at first it was a tornado hitting. The wind blew over the speaker's stand, and the program had to stop for awhile. We were sitting back under a roofed area and thought we would be OK. But the wind drove the rain horizontally back into the grandstand. We put up an umbrella but it turned inside out and rain drenched our clothes and our bookbags. After the weather cleared, we saw men walking around in wet suits that looked like they were shrinking on their bodies, and women had makeup running down their faces. A lot of people left, but not me. The program resumed after maybe half an hour. And, being the good J Dub that I was, I sat and listened to the revealing of a "new truth" regarding the resurrection.
Some of us thought we were going to need a resurrection.