DerrenBrowndoesn’thaveagoodwordtosayaboutPastorBennyHinn.BrownmadeaTVseriesafewyearsback,MiraclesforSale,aboutevangelicalfaithhealerssuchasHinn,callingthemshysters.Hecriticisesthemagaininhisshow.Butalongsidethemoraldisgustsatashowman’sgrudgingrespect,forinhisnewshowMiracle,Brownstageshisownlayingonofhands–anotherstartlingnightofDerren-doinwhichthenation’sfavouritementalistapparentlycuresawoman’srheumatoidarthritis,easesaman’sachingwisdomtoothandrestoresabespectacledpunter’s20:20vision.He’snotcreditingGod,ofcourse,butthatscarcelymakestheexperiencefeelanylessexalted.Elsewhereinthefirsthalf,thereareroutinesrangingfromthelow-levelperplexing(guessingwhichsweetiesaudiencemembersareguzzling)tothewickedlyplayful–aswhenBrownrepeatedlypilfersa50ppiecefromhisvolunteer’shand,despiteopenlydeclaringhowhe’sabouttodoso.Howpliableweare,youmightconclude.Butalso,howpowerfulourminds,inwaysfewofusfullyunderstand.That’swhatBrowninvitesustotakefromashowinwhichhetellsinstructivetalesandquotesEpictetusinfavourofknowingourselvesandlivinginthemoment.“Lifeislikeapieceofmusic,”hetellsus,“andyou’resupposedtobedancing.”AfterMiracle,mymindatleastwasdoingthejitterbugallthewayhome.