HOW THE LORD HEALED ME OF STUTTERING WHEN I OBEYED HIS CALLING TO PREACH THE GOSPEL.
When I first gave my life to the Lord, I had some wonderful encounters with Him. But these were nothing compared with my daily walk with the Holy Spirit. Now the Lord really visited my room. The glory would fill that place. Some days I'd be on my knees worshiping the Lord for eight, nine, or ten hours straight.
The year of 1974 unleashed a never-ending flow of God's power on my life. I'd just say "Good morning, Holy Spirit," and it would start all over again. The glory of the Lord stayed with me.
One day in April I thought, "There must be a reason for it." I asked, "Lord, why are you doing all of this for me?" I knew that God doesn't give people spiritual picnics forever.
Then as I began to pray, here is what God revealed to me. I saw someone standing in front of me. He was totally in flames, moving uncontrollably; his feet were not touching the ground. The mouth of this being was opening and closing—like what the Word describes as "gnashing of teeth."
At that moment the Lord spoke to me in an audible voice. He said, "Preach the gospel."
My response, of course, was, "But Lord, I can't talk."
Two nights later the Lord gave me a second dream. I saw an angel. He had a chain in his hand, attached to a door that seemed to fill the whole heaven. He pulled it open, and there were people as far as the eye could see. Souls. They were all moving toward a large, deep valley—and the valley was a roaring inferno of fire.
It was frightening. I saw thousands of people falling into that fire. Those on the front lines were trying to fight it, but the crush of humanity behind them pushed them into the flames.
Again, the Lord spoke to me. Very clearly He said, "If you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your responsibility." I knew instantly that everything that happened in my life was for one purpose—to preach the gospel.
It Happened in Oshawa
The fellowship continued. The glory continued. The presence of the Lord did not depart; it actually intensified.
The Word became more real. My prayer life became more powerful.
Finally, in November 1974 I couldn't avoid the subject any longer. I said to the Lord, "I will preach the gospel on one condition: that you will be with me in every service."
And then I reminded Him, "Lord, you know that I can't talk." I worried continually about my speech problem and the fact that I was going to embarrass myself.
It was impossible, however, to erase from my mind the picture of a burning man and the sound of the Lord saying, "If you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your responsibility."
I thought, "I must begin to preach." But wouldn't passing out little tracts be good enough? Then one afternoon, the first week of December, I was sitting in the home of Stan and Shirley Phillips in Oshawa, about thirty miles east of Toronto.
"Can I tell you something?" I asked. Never before had I felt led to tell anyone the full story about my experiences, dreams, and visions. For nearly three hours, I poured out my heart about things only the Lord and I knew about.
Before I had finished, Stanley stopped me and said, "Benny, tonight you must come to our church and share this." They had a fellowship called Shilo—about a hundred people at the Trinity Assembly of God in Oshawa.
I wish you could have seen me. My hair was down to my shoulders, and I hadn't dressed for church because the invitation had been totally unexpected.
But on December 7, 1974, Stan introduced me to the group, and for the first time in my life I stood behind a pulpit to preach.
The instant I opened my mouth, I felt something touch my tongue and loosen it. It felt like a little numbness, and I began to proclaim God's Word with absolute fluency.
Here's what was amazing. God didn't heal me when I was sitting in the audience. He didn't heal me when I was walking up to the platform. He didn't heal me when I stood behind the pulpit. God performed the miracle when I opened my mouth.
Now my parents didn't know I was healed because we had so little communication around the house. And, of course, there had always been times when I could speak without a noticeable problem for a short time— before something set the stuttering off again.
But I knew I was healed. And my ministry began to mushroom. It seemed as if every day I was invited to a church or fellowship group to minister. I felt in the perfect center of God's Will.
- Pastor Benny Hinn
GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT.
When I first gave my life to the Lord, I had some wonderful encounters with Him. But these were nothing compared with my daily walk with the Holy Spirit. Now the Lord really visited my room. The glory would fill that place. Some days I'd be on my knees worshiping the Lord for eight, nine, or ten hours straight.
The year of 1974 unleashed a never-ending flow of God's power on my life. I'd just say "Good morning, Holy Spirit," and it would start all over again. The glory of the Lord stayed with me.
One day in April I thought, "There must be a reason for it." I asked, "Lord, why are you doing all of this for me?" I knew that God doesn't give people spiritual picnics forever.
Then as I began to pray, here is what God revealed to me. I saw someone standing in front of me. He was totally in flames, moving uncontrollably; his feet were not touching the ground. The mouth of this being was opening and closing—like what the Word describes as "gnashing of teeth."
At that moment the Lord spoke to me in an audible voice. He said, "Preach the gospel."
My response, of course, was, "But Lord, I can't talk."
Two nights later the Lord gave me a second dream. I saw an angel. He had a chain in his hand, attached to a door that seemed to fill the whole heaven. He pulled it open, and there were people as far as the eye could see. Souls. They were all moving toward a large, deep valley—and the valley was a roaring inferno of fire.
It was frightening. I saw thousands of people falling into that fire. Those on the front lines were trying to fight it, but the crush of humanity behind them pushed them into the flames.
Again, the Lord spoke to me. Very clearly He said, "If you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your responsibility." I knew instantly that everything that happened in my life was for one purpose—to preach the gospel.
It Happened in Oshawa
The fellowship continued. The glory continued. The presence of the Lord did not depart; it actually intensified.
The Word became more real. My prayer life became more powerful.
Finally, in November 1974 I couldn't avoid the subject any longer. I said to the Lord, "I will preach the gospel on one condition: that you will be with me in every service."
And then I reminded Him, "Lord, you know that I can't talk." I worried continually about my speech problem and the fact that I was going to embarrass myself.
It was impossible, however, to erase from my mind the picture of a burning man and the sound of the Lord saying, "If you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your responsibility."
I thought, "I must begin to preach." But wouldn't passing out little tracts be good enough? Then one afternoon, the first week of December, I was sitting in the home of Stan and Shirley Phillips in Oshawa, about thirty miles east of Toronto.
"Can I tell you something?" I asked. Never before had I felt led to tell anyone the full story about my experiences, dreams, and visions. For nearly three hours, I poured out my heart about things only the Lord and I knew about.
Before I had finished, Stanley stopped me and said, "Benny, tonight you must come to our church and share this." They had a fellowship called Shilo—about a hundred people at the Trinity Assembly of God in Oshawa.
I wish you could have seen me. My hair was down to my shoulders, and I hadn't dressed for church because the invitation had been totally unexpected.
But on December 7, 1974, Stan introduced me to the group, and for the first time in my life I stood behind a pulpit to preach.
The instant I opened my mouth, I felt something touch my tongue and loosen it. It felt like a little numbness, and I began to proclaim God's Word with absolute fluency.
Here's what was amazing. God didn't heal me when I was sitting in the audience. He didn't heal me when I was walking up to the platform. He didn't heal me when I stood behind the pulpit. God performed the miracle when I opened my mouth.
Now my parents didn't know I was healed because we had so little communication around the house. And, of course, there had always been times when I could speak without a noticeable problem for a short time— before something set the stuttering off again.
But I knew I was healed. And my ministry began to mushroom. It seemed as if every day I was invited to a church or fellowship group to minister. I felt in the perfect center of God's Will.
- Pastor Benny Hinn
GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT.
HOW THE LORD HEALED ME OF STUTTERING WHEN I OBEYED HIS CALLING TO PREACH THE GOSPEL.
When I first gave my life to the Lord, I had some wonderful encounters with Him. But these were nothing compared with my daily walk with the Holy Spirit. Now the Lord really visited my room. The glory would fill that place. Some days I'd be on my knees worshiping the Lord for eight, nine, or ten hours straight.
The year of 1974 unleashed a never-ending flow of God's power on my life. I'd just say "Good morning, Holy Spirit," and it would start all over again. The glory of the Lord stayed with me.
One day in April I thought, "There must be a reason for it." I asked, "Lord, why are you doing all of this for me?" I knew that God doesn't give people spiritual picnics forever.
Then as I began to pray, here is what God revealed to me. I saw someone standing in front of me. He was totally in flames, moving uncontrollably; his feet were not touching the ground. The mouth of this being was opening and closing—like what the Word describes as "gnashing of teeth."
At that moment the Lord spoke to me in an audible voice. He said, "Preach the gospel."
My response, of course, was, "But Lord, I can't talk."
Two nights later the Lord gave me a second dream. I saw an angel. He had a chain in his hand, attached to a door that seemed to fill the whole heaven. He pulled it open, and there were people as far as the eye could see. Souls. They were all moving toward a large, deep valley—and the valley was a roaring inferno of fire.
It was frightening. I saw thousands of people falling into that fire. Those on the front lines were trying to fight it, but the crush of humanity behind them pushed them into the flames.
Again, the Lord spoke to me. Very clearly He said, "If you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your responsibility." I knew instantly that everything that happened in my life was for one purpose—to preach the gospel.
It Happened in Oshawa
The fellowship continued. The glory continued. The presence of the Lord did not depart; it actually intensified.
The Word became more real. My prayer life became more powerful.
Finally, in November 1974 I couldn't avoid the subject any longer. I said to the Lord, "I will preach the gospel on one condition: that you will be with me in every service."
And then I reminded Him, "Lord, you know that I can't talk." I worried continually about my speech problem and the fact that I was going to embarrass myself.
It was impossible, however, to erase from my mind the picture of a burning man and the sound of the Lord saying, "If you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your responsibility."
I thought, "I must begin to preach." But wouldn't passing out little tracts be good enough? Then one afternoon, the first week of December, I was sitting in the home of Stan and Shirley Phillips in Oshawa, about thirty miles east of Toronto.
"Can I tell you something?" I asked. Never before had I felt led to tell anyone the full story about my experiences, dreams, and visions. For nearly three hours, I poured out my heart about things only the Lord and I knew about.
Before I had finished, Stanley stopped me and said, "Benny, tonight you must come to our church and share this." They had a fellowship called Shilo—about a hundred people at the Trinity Assembly of God in Oshawa.
I wish you could have seen me. My hair was down to my shoulders, and I hadn't dressed for church because the invitation had been totally unexpected.
But on December 7, 1974, Stan introduced me to the group, and for the first time in my life I stood behind a pulpit to preach.
The instant I opened my mouth, I felt something touch my tongue and loosen it. It felt like a little numbness, and I began to proclaim God's Word with absolute fluency.
Here's what was amazing. God didn't heal me when I was sitting in the audience. He didn't heal me when I was walking up to the platform. He didn't heal me when I stood behind the pulpit. God performed the miracle when I opened my mouth.
Now my parents didn't know I was healed because we had so little communication around the house. And, of course, there had always been times when I could speak without a noticeable problem for a short time— before something set the stuttering off again.
But I knew I was healed. And my ministry began to mushroom. It seemed as if every day I was invited to a church or fellowship group to minister. I felt in the perfect center of God's Will.
- Pastor Benny Hinn
GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT.
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