28 GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT
She repeated it again, "Please, Lord. If you'll give me a
boy, I'll give him back to you."
JAFFA
Six Beautiful Roses
The first child born to Costandi and Clemence Hinn
was a lovely girl, named Rose. But in the stubborn culture
of the Middle East—and especially in the Hinn ancestral
tradition—the firstborn should have been a son and heir.
The family of Costandi, immigrants to Palestine from
Greece, began to persecute Clemence for her failure to
produce a boy. "After all," they chided, "all of your other
sister-in-laws had boys." She was jeered at and mocked to
tears, and she felt the embarrassment and shame in a
marriage their parents had so carefully arranged.
Her eyes were still moist that evening as she fell asleep.
And during the night she had a dream she still recalls. "I
saw six roses—six beautiful roses in my hand," she says.
"And I saw Jesus enter my room. He came to me and asked
me for one of them. And I gave him one rose."
As the dream continued, a short, slim young man with
dark hair—she remembers every feature of his face— came
over to her and wrapped her in a warm cloth.
When she awakened, she asked herself, "What does this
dream mean? What can it be?"
The next day, December 3, 1952, I was born.
Our family was eventually to have six boys and two
girls, but my mother never forgot her bargain with God.
She later told me of her dream—and that I was the rose she
presented to Jesus.