54 GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT
Once Jim Poynter called to say, "I want to pick you up
and take you to a Methodist church where I'm singing. You
can sing with me if you'd like." I wasn't really a singer, but
I helped him out once in a while.
That afternoon I was once again lost in the anointing of
God's spirit. Then I heard Jim honking the horn. As I ran
down the stairs and to the car, I actually felt the Lord's
presence running with me.
The moment I jumped into the front seat and shut the
door, Jim began to weep. He began to sing that chorus,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! He turned to me and said, "Benny,
I can feel the Holy Spirit in this car."
"Of course His presence is in this car," I said. "Where
else would it be?" To me it had become the norm. But Jim
could hardly drive. He continued to weep before the Lord.
Once, my mother was cleaning the hallway while I was
in my room talking with the Holy Spirit. When I came out,
she was thrown right back. Something had knocked her
against the wall. I said, "What's wrong with you, Mama?"
She answered, "I don't know." Well, the presence of the
Lord almost knocked her down.
My brothers will tell you of the times they came near
me and didn't know what was happening—but they felt
something unusual.
As time went on I lost my desire just to go out with the
young people at church to have fun. I just wanted to be with
the Lord. So often I said, "Lord, I'd rather have this than
anything the world can offer." They could have their
games, their entertainment, their football—I just didn't need
it.
"What I want is what I have right now," I told the Lord.
"Whatever it is, don't let it quit." I began to understand