A Benny Hinn Experience... Uganda Style!

Benny Hinn was an interesting experience. We came in late but just before he took the stage. There were a few open seats on the back row of the 6,000-seat church auditorium, so we took those. Shortly after he took the stage, it became the typical Benny Hinn style service that you are surely envisioning.

Pointing to his right, he enthusiastically proclaimed that someone wearing yellow was having pain in one of their arms. He called on that person to come forward. Benny's staff of young white guys frantically ran around in search of this "man in the yellow shirt"! Nobody came forward. As they searched, Benny turned to his left, declaring that someone in this section of the audience had recently been diagnosed with cancer. Quickly, someone came forward, confirming that they had cancer. Benny imparted the power of the Spirit onto this lady with his hand, sending the lady flailing backwards into the arms of two young white guys.

While this was happening, I noticed the other two white guys scavenging through the crowd for the yellow-shirt person. They were becoming restless. At one point, I was certain that one of the guys was about to smack a black guy in a yellow shirt so as to create the shoulder pain on the spot. These guys were clearly under pressure to find the pained person. After "healing" the lady, Benny turned back to his right in search of the yellow-shirt person. Having had no success, Benny whipped, "Come on guys, hurry up and find this person! You act like working for the Kingdom is easy work. It's not easy to work for the Lord!"

Benny then turned back to the cameras, saying, "I came here to teach, but when I took the podium, the Lord clearly told me that tonight is a night of healing. God told me, 'Benny, this is a day of healing - not teaching.'" Hinn went on to proclaim the power of Jesus and how the Spirit was moving in that place.

Well, we ended up leaving before they ever found the yellow-shirt person, but I found this to be a fascinating experience. I told my friend that if I made a list of 1,000 things to do before I die that this would probably be on that list. I am glad I went. Whether these "miracles" were indeed miracles isn't really that important. The important thing is the faithfulness I saw in the hearts of thousands of Ugandans that night. They were absorbed in their pursuit of the Lord. Now, that is powerful.

TS