FROM JAFFA TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH 41
Hurriedly the angel led me through an open doorway,
and the moment I walked into the light, the celestial being
took me by the hand and dropped me on Don Mills Road—
right at the corner of Georges Vanier School. He left me
just inches from the wall of the school, right beside a
window.
In a second the angel was gone, and I woke up early
and rushed off to school to study in the library before
classes began.
"I Could Hardly Blink"
As I sat there, not even thinking about the dream, a
small group of students walked over to my table. I
recognized them immediately. They were the ones who had
been pestering me with all of this "Jesus" talk.
They asked me to join in their morning prayer meeting.
The room was just off the library. I thought, "Well, I'll get
them off my back. One little prayer meeting isn't going to
hurt me."
I said, "All right," and they walked with me into the
room. It was a small group, just twelve or fifteen kids. And
my chair was right in the middle.
All of a sudden the entire group lifted their hands and
began to pray in some funny foreign language. I didn't even
close my eyes. I could hardly blink. Here were students
seventeen, eighteen, nineteen years old—kids I had known
in class—praising God with unintelligible sounds.
I had never heard of speaking in tongues, and I was
dumbfounded. To think that here was Benny, in a public
school, on public property, sitting in the middle of a bunch
of babbling fanatics. It was almost more than I could
comprehend.