Bob asked the televangelist to pray for his hearing. After several minutes of violently shaking

[Floyd R. Turbo]

Bob’s head and yelling “praise the lord” the preacher whispered to Bob “how’s your hearing?”

Bob responded “I don’t know yet, it’s not until Tuesday morning!”

[Ilsa]

1. I like that.

I'll probably repeat it.

[Floyd R. Turbo]

2. I did! Be my guest!

[MustLoveBeagles]

3. LOL

[badhair77]

4. LOL, thanks for bringing a smile to my face 😊

[Floyd R. Turbo]

5. My pleasure!

[dameatball]

6. Just sent that to my preacher's wife neighbor. She's a good sport.

[Floyd R. Turbo]

7. Cool! 🙏🏼

[badhair77]

14. I just told my husband. He enjoyed it, too.

Floyd, you’re spreading sunshine everywhere today.

[defacto7]

8. Oral Roberts

One of the early TV evangelists. Gad... First of the big time ones.

[LuckyLib]

10. Wow! We watched him do this on TV, and kept

asking my Dad “How did he do that?” My devoutly Catholic father said that the minute the crippled guy staggered off stage, he collapsed! Too bad he couldn’t have started us questioning religion then. I knew Roberts was a charlatan. Adults wouldn’t own up to it! (They we’re in their own Christian cult.)

[Delmette2.0]

9. I remember him on tv.

I called him Oily Roberts. I meant it as him being a snake oil peddler.

[redstatebluegirl]

11. Oral Roberts, another nut from the righ.

[redstatebluegirl]

12. Not Robert Oral crazy Roberts fro. Tulsa.

Said he saw,a giant Jesus in the desert.

[keithbvadu2]

13. Benny Hinn

[lillypaddle]

15. I actually LOL'd

[Doc_Technical]

16. Reminds me of this one:

The revival was fully underway and the preacher called to the congregation to send down members who wanted to have afflictions healed.

A little old lady on crutches came forward and the preacher asked her to identify herself and describe her ailment.

"My name is Mrs. Smith and I've had terrible arthritis for many years. Now my legs are badly crippled."

"Sister Smith, I want you to go behind that curtain and pray that you may be healed."

Then the preacher turned to a man with a harelip. "What is your name and affliction, brother?"

"My name is Mithter Jones and I hathn't been able to thpeak right thinth I wath born."

"Borther Jones, go behind the screen with Sister Smith and we'll all pray for your swift recovery."

And the preacher and the crowd prayed and the heavens were split by lightning and thunder, which was taken as a sign that all was well.

"Sister Smith," said the preacher. "Your legs are healed and I want you to throw your crutches over the curtain and stand on your firm strong legs."

And a pair of crutches flew over the curtain and clattdred to the floor. The crowd went wild, cheering and crying out "Hallelujah!"

"And now, Brother Jones, I want you to speak in a clear, fine voice."

And Brother Jones said, "Thithter Smith justh fell on her ath."