14 GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT
like this every week."
As I stood there, I suddenly began to vibrate—as if
someone had gripped my body and begun to shake it. I
thought for a moment that the bitter air had gotten to me.
But I was dressed warmly, and I certainly didn't feel too
cold. An uncontrollable shaking just came over me.
Nothing like that had ever happened before. And it
didn't stop. I was too embarrassed to tell Jim, but I could
feel my very bones rattling. I felt it in my knees. In my
mouth. "What's happening to me?" I wondered. Is this the
power of God? I just didn't understand.
Racing through the Church
By this time the doors were about to open, and the
crowd pressed forward until I could hardly move. Still the
vibrating wouldn't stop.
Jim said, "Benny, when those doors open, run just as
fast as you can."
"Why?" I asked.
"If you don't, they'll run right over you." He'd been
there before and knew what to expect.
Well, I never thought I'd be in a race going to church,
but here I was. And when those doors opened, I took off
like an Olympic sprinter. I passed everybody: old women,
young men, all of them. In fact, I made it right to the front
row and tried to sit down. An usher told me the first row
was reserved. I learned later that Miss Kuhlman's staff
handpicked the people who sat in the front row. She was so
sensitive to the Spirit that she wanted only positive, praying
supporters right in front of her.
With my severe stuttering problem, I knew it would be