This is the one hundred and fourteenth installment in The Sounds of Fundamentalism series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a video clip that shows the crazy, cantankerous, or contradictory side of Evangelical Christianity, please send me an email with the name or link to the video. Please do not leave suggestions in the comment section. Let’s have some fun!
Today’s Sound of Fundamentalism is a clip of a young boy receiving the Power of God at a Benny Hinn meeting.
Reminds me exactly of the hypnotist’s shows at the Ohio State Fair! Only there the gullible minds believe they are Elvis or Beyonce, or that they have just eaten a big burrito and let a giant fart! Benny appears to be using the same techniques!!
Ah, the power of persuasion at work…
Back when I worked at one of the local Southern Baptist megachurches as a housekeeper, I was cleaning the telephone counseling room when the senior pastor came through…with Benny Hinn, giving him a tour of the place. I was about 2 feet away from them, and could look Hinn right in the eyes…Have you ever heard of the term “flat affect” or similar? That’s what I saw in Hinn’s eyes…either that or he was exhausted…
I couldn’t even make it halfway through this. But I have a question.
If thise glasses are “so thick”, why is the mom trying to completely conceal them in her hand? Why isn’t she holding them up for everyone to see?
If this kid was cross-eyed, why aren’t they holding up a picture of him that way to prove that he was healed?
BTW, love the cartoon of Hinn. Perfect!
Also, a person who is nearsighted can already see up close without glasses. The glasses allow them to see in the distance.
We also don’t see the boy turned directly looking at the camera. As a mother of a child born with severe strabismus I can tell though during one of his turns of head, his eye still turns in a bit. And as well, the eyes can often turn in but also correct and hold position for periods of time. It depends on the degree of muscle involvement.
As a woman with Fibromyalgia and chronic pain, I too can run if I have to, especially on the fumes of endorphins. Trust me, if a train is headed my way, I’ll run. And don’t forget also that after the hours of hypnotic music feeding those happy endorphins, you’d jog across the stage too.
Dear Zachary. My heart goes out to you. If you did remember this and did not want to preach you probably felt half sick that you weren’t doing what God wanted you to do. A terrible burden having someone tell you who you are and what you believe. I hope you are okay.