An Evening with Benny Hinn
When I was in college at a small, conservative Christian school in Arkansas, my friend Johnny convinced me and another guy, who we called “Red,” to see the televangelist Benny Hinn in Memphis. Despite the fact that we weren’t charismatics—quite the opposite, in fact—Johnny said that seeing the Holy Spirit in action was a far better use of our time than seeing Eyes Wide Shut, and he added, half joking, that our university would surely approve. So we climbed into my 1987 Crown Vic and drove east, crossed the Mississippi River, and made our way to our fourth church service of the week.
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