My Supernatural Experience

“In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spiriton all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young menwill see visions, your old men will dream dreams.” (Acts2:17)

Today is September 4, 1991. The most incredible thing happened tome last night. My prayers were answered. Not only my prayers, but theprayers of my friends who I asked to pray for me were answered.

Over the past week, everything in my life slowly began driftingaway. My problems were intensifying. My emotions were on a rollercoaster. My finances, or lack there of, began catching up with me. Istarted dreading the meetings at work. My life was crumbling. I spentLabor Day weekend alone. I wouldn’t even let Jesus into my lonelylife. Oh, He was asking, but I wasn’t responding. I started askingall of my friends to pray for me as I struggled through these times.

Monday night, I was watching Benny Hinn’s Sunday service that TBNbroadcasts every week. He was teaching on prayerlessness. It was agreat service, but the one thing that caught my eye was the littlebrief memo that flashed across the screen to let people know thatBenny was going to be in the Dallas area. TBN’s Praise the Lord wasgoing to host Benny for an interview and prayer service.

After work Tuesday, the day of the show, I went straight over tomy hairdresser to get a quick haircut. The show was at 9:00pm, butthe doors opened at 8:00pm, which means get there about 6:30pm.Darlenne was a close friend, as well as, my hairdresser. Over thepast month, she had been going through some tough problems with herlife. Trying to comfort her, I bought Good Morning HolySpirit, and loaned it to her to read. She loved it and was reallymoved by the Spirit when she read it. I told her I needed a quickhaircut, because I wanted to go and see Benny Hinn. She wanted tohurry so that she could join me. After a quick haircut, we arrived atthe TBN studio at about 7:30.

There was already a long line when we arrived. Earlier, I hadcalled the studio to find out how many seats were available. Afterhearing there was only a hundred, I figured we would never make itinside. An hour passed, and the line was getting shorter. At about9:00, we were standing at the front door, ready to go in. I wasgetting excited. Then my heart dropped.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the show is full. We will have to shut thedoors.” He went on to say that if anyone were to leave during theshow, they would let the next few people in. Okay, so there was alittle hope left.

At about 10:00, the people in line began leaving. The ones thatdid stay, however, were some fun people. We were singing praise musicand praying outside of the studio. It was wonderful! I saw peoplefalling under the power of God. People were praying for each other,and many were filled with tears of joy.

There was one young lady, Debbie, who was so gifted. The Spiritwas with her as she would walk up to people and ask them if she couldpray for them. She was an anointed woman. People would fall under thepower of God when she would pray for them. She could see things inthe Spirit that were as clear as day to her. I wish I could be intouch with the Spirit like she was.

At about 10:30, I started getting pretty tired. I hadn’t eatendinner, and I was standing up all evening, not even knowing if I wasgoing to make it inside. As I was relaxing, I remember thinking,”Maybe I should ask her to pray for me, because at this point, I hadasked all of my friends to pray for me.” But, I didn’t feel verycomfortable because of all of the people standing around.

Seconds after thinking that, she flagged me from across the foyer,and said, “You want to be blessed, don’t you brother?”

I agreed with no hesitation.

She walked over and said, “The Spirit is going to bless you.”

I lifted my hands and began surrendering to Him. She startedpraying, and immediately, I felt the Him all over my body. She knewit, and she was surprised at how easily I was filled. As she waspraying, she mentioned something that made me feel so good. She toldme that the Lord is very pleased with me. When she said that, itreleased an incredible amount of burden. One of my worst downfalls isthat I try so hard to please the Lord, but when I fail, it destroysmy confidence, and I feel the Lord is displeased. When she said that,an inner peace engulfed my body, and the reality of grace filled me.

As she prayed, she told me some things that were astonishing. Shetold me that I have been given a gift. I don’t know what that gift isyet, but I knew that I was given one, even before she told me. Infact, I feel that I’ve been given more than just one. She continuedpraying for me, and I became drunk in the Spirit. Here I am standingoutside a Christian broadcast studio, hoping to get in so that I getblessed, but I was getting blessed outside with these ordinary,everyday people.

As the time passed, I realized that it was about 11:30pm, and itdidn’t look like we were going to get in. My legs were killing me,and I was tired and hungry. I kept asking Darlenne if she was readyto go, because if she said yes, I was gone. But she insisted we stay.Two or three times, I asked her, but she held her ground. I neversaid, “Hey, let’s go.” It was always, “Are you getting tired?” or”Feel like going yet?” But she never gave in, and I thank her for it,because at 11:40pm, they opened the front doors, and we were rightthere, first in line.

As we entered the studio, Benny was already praying for people. Hewas off the main stage, walking among the people, praying for them. Iremember my first thoughts, “This area is small, I’ll be able to seehim up close.” But, I noticed that I didn’t feel anything. Noanointing, no Spirit, nothing. I was just excited to see Benny Hinnup close.

As we moved closer to the stage, people began falling under thepower of the Spirit, but I felt nothing. Then as he walked rightpassed us, I realized that I was standing there focusing on Benny,the man, when I should have been focusing on Jesus, our Lord.Instantly, when I came to this realization, I began to feel theSpirit. He slowly started to work His way into my body. I had totalcontrol, but the feeling was wonderful, I didn’t want it to stop.

Benny went back up to the stage and called out for all of thepeople who were standing outside to come up to the front. With myhands lifted and eyes closed, I began picturing Jesus. As Benny blewinto the microphone, the Spirit filled me. Everyone around me, abouttwenty in all, fell under the power of the Spirit. My body was likejello. My hands were shaking and tingling, and I felt this powerfulfeeling of glory all over my body. At this point, everyone beganstanding back up, but I couldn’t stand up. My body was so relaxed,like an incredible burden had been lifted.

As I tried to stand up, Benny pointed at me and said, “It’s allover you brother. Get up here on the stage.”

With the help of a few people, I made it up on the stage withDarlenne.

Benny asked us, “Do you two want the anointing? Do you?”

With hands lifted and hearts opened, we said, “Yes!”

“Well then take it!”

As he waved his hand, we were both slain in the Spirit. I laidthere in total freedom. My body was numb, and I felt this powerfulfeeling of peace that just filled my entire spirit. But the mostpowerful feeling was my hands. This incredible sensation covered themcompletely, inside and out. It was a different feeling that what mybody was feeling. It was as if the Holy Spirit was holding my hands.I felt as if they weren’t even mine. It was a numbing sensation,tingling and electrifying. It felt like my hands had fallen asleep,but without that painful tingling. It was more of an intensetingling. It was nothing I had ever felt before.

As we laid there on the stage, Benny kept talking about us to thepeople watching. He was telling everybody that we were never going tobe the same again. He pointed at me and said, “God is going to usethat man. I can see a calling all on his life.”

As they stood me back up, he asked me what I was feeling. Before Icould answer, he knew that my hands were covered with the anointing.

“You feel it all over your hands, don’t you?”

Since I couldn’t speak, I just nodded yes.

Then he asked me, “You’ve had people praying for you, haven’tyou?”

Stumbling on my words, I replied, “Yes. I’ve been asking myfriends to pray for me.”

And he said, “Well, they’re being answered right now.”

He waved his hand again, and I fell.

At this point, my hands were completely numb. I could feel them,but the sensation had increased immensely. As I lay there, my mindwas racing a hundred miles an hour, but nothing was entering my mind.No problems, no burdens, no worries, no pain. Everything was goingthrough my mind, but I wasn’t thinking about anything. It wasn’tconfusing, because I had total control. This powerful feeling ofecstasy kept making me laugh. I have never felt such freedom andpleasure filled with total joy and happiness. If this is just asliver of heaven, I can’t wait to die.

My Baptism

October 6, 1991 was a wonderful Sunday in my life. I was baptized.It symbolized a new beginning in my life. All of my burdens werewashed away with His blood. Up until my baptism, I had alwaysquestioned my salvation. Was I really going to heaven? Was I reallysaved? I was baptized in a non-denominational, Spirit-filled church.I was so at peace after my baptism, that I had a difficult timesinging during praise and worship. I just stood in the back row andworshipped Jesus. I have never felt that much peace and spiritualrest in my entire life. I couldn’t do anything. I almost left afterthe baptism, because I didn’t want anything to take that feelingaway. I wouldn’t talk to anyone, or look at anyone. Over the nextcouple of days, Jesus became so real to me, that I could almost seeHim. I’ve always heard that expression “picture Jesus” or “keep youeyes on Jesus”, but now I know He there, sitting in Heaven with us inHis heart as we are in His.

I had the most incredible vision a few days prior to my baptism.It was powerful, and it really touched me. One morning after prayer,the Holy Spirit led me to Psalms 46:10 which says, “Be still, andknow that I am God.” So instead of prayer and worship, I decidedto turn off all the lights and music, and be still. I cleared my mindof all thoughts. For awhile, nothing happened. I didn’t feel Hispresence like I did in prayer, and I was kind of worried that I mighthave grieved the Holy Spirit. But after a few minutes, I began tofeel Him. My body started tingling as His warmth filled me.

As I lay there, I kept seeing this cup. It looked like a chaliceor goblet. It wasn’t made of any precious metals. I couldn’t reallytell what it was made of, but the dents in the side and top showedthat it had a rough past. The sides were tainted with dirt anddebris. The inside wreaked of alcohol. A lid covered the top of thecup, and it seemed as if it were fastened to the top.

The cup represented my flesh and body. As I laid the cup down atGod’s feet, I removed the lid. I opened my heart to Him, and that lidwas no longer keeping Him out. I remember saying to Him, “This is nowYour vessel. Use it for Your glory.”

He reached down and picked up the cup. As He held it in His hands,the cup began melting, until it no longer looked like a cup. He beganworking this mass with His hands, cleansing and purifying it. As Heworked it like a pottery maker works clay, the dirt and debris beganfalling below His feet. Finally, He took the mass and dipped intosome water to wash away any last dirt that was keeping it from beingpure.

After He finished the purifying, He held this mound of meltedsubstance in both of His hands for a moment, as if He were thinkingwhat to make of it. Then He began molding this mass into a newvessel. He shaped the bottom of the cup with a strong, firmfoundation. As the cup began taking shape, its material slowlychanged in to gold as He sculpted His vessel. It was beautiful andpure, and nothing tainted it. I noticed that there was no longer alid or even a provision for one. It was open to anyone.

As He finished, He reached out over the left side of His throneand picked up what look like a misty pitcher full of a swirling mist.It reminded me of the pure, white fog that’s produced by dry ice. Hebegan to pour His Spirit into the vessel until the sides wereoverflowing onto His hands and all around His throne. As the peoplereached up to quench their thirst, He lifted His vessel up with bothhands, then poured out His Spirit upon all flesh.

Well, that’s my testimony. Some may believe it, some may not. AllI know is that God visited me and my life has not been the samesince. If you would like to sendme some email, feel free. I would love to hear from you.Blessings!