I don’t know what the heck I’m doing. I don’t even know how I got in over there. And here I’m standing in front of 30,000 people. Well, the Moslem clerics are using my name on the radios and from their mosques, and they’re saying, “Don’t go to the meetings. You’re not going to get healed. There’s going to be no healing. You’re going to go sit. You’ll come back sick. The man is a fake. There’s nothing real about it.”
I don’t have any idea what I’m doing. And here I’m standing in the country, and there are 30,000 people because they didn’t pay any attention to their own Moslem clerics. They’re standing in front of me. I’m up there on the platform. What in God’s name do I do? I’m not that smart.
And I just stood there very quietly—(Tongues)—and in my room before I got there, and God began to put a word in my mouth. And by the time I finished preaching, the first night I preached on the paralytic man who was carried and lowered through the roof. By the time I gave that message, cripples started walking all over the place.
And I would look up, and there would be crutches, somebody holding up crutches. And you could see them way out in the crowd. And the crutches would start coming toward me. And about five or ten minutes later, the person who was healed would come on the platform.
And blind people started getting healed, and deaf people started getting healed. And by the time I gave the invitation for people to give their hearts to Christ that opening night, with more than 20,000 people, every hand, every hand—I didn’t see any hands that weren’t up, praying the sinner’s prayer with me.
Now that didn’t happen because I’m somebody special. That happened because I prayed in the Spirit, and God helped me to interpret back to my mind and He showed me what to do.