I remember when I was in my teens, going to some southern baptist tent revivals. Yes, they were really in a tent, in the middle of a field. We went as part of our chuch's youth group, with our pastor.
There was so much fire and brimstone in those preachings, I didn't think there was any left for the people burning in hell. :p
I had one of those preachers come down off the make shift stage, red in the face, screaming to beat the band, shaking the Bible in my face, telling me I had to repent my evil ways. Was I evil because I was a teenager? Was I evil because I was there?
My first instinct was to deck him for invading my personal space, but the good Lord, and our pastor restrained me. (Our pastor actually leaned over and whispered in my ear, "don't do it.")
There was an Altar Call at the end of the preaching, and I didn't go up. They couldn't have pried me out of my seat with dynamite! Needless to say, he wasn't too happy. He just kept glaring at me. My pastor and I talked about it on the ride home, and he told me he understood why I was angry, and didn't do the Altar Call.
Things like this are just intimidation tactics various preachers/churches use. Over the years, I have come to realize that no one is dragged to Jesus, no one is intimidated to find Jesus.
As the Lay Director of RCIA for our parish, I always tell our class, "I have never seen anyone dragged down the main aisle of the Church and forced them to receive the Sacraments. He is there waiting patiently and lovingly, and he will be ready when you are."
Back to the revival. The Baptist pastor that took me to that revival was an exceptional man, and to this day, I have the utmost respect for him. He wasn't able to convert me, but that never affected the relationship he and I shared. God Bless him.