That’s like him saying…he took lying to people…too far…!
Still no sign that he’s giving his ill-gotten gains back…!
it’s not God’s word what is taught and I think I’m as guilty as others.” he said…suggesting that by pointing his finger at others doing the same thing, he is no worse than others…so that makes it OK…!
Then, blaming others, he says “he now realizes that some of the things he learned from preachers when
he was growing up aren’t biblical and the popular interpretation of the
prosperity gospel — the teaching that believers have a right to the blessings of health and wealth and
that they can obtain these blessings through positive confessions of
faith and the “sowing of seeds” through the faithful payments of tithes
and offerings — is one of those things…adding…
“When I was younger I was influenced by the preachers who taught whatever
they taught. But as I’ve lived longer I’m thinking wait a minute, you
know this doesn’t fit totally with the Bible and it doesn’t fit with the
Then, making a completely hollow boast, he says…”People have accused me of things that aren’t even real. One guy wrote a
comment ‘Oh he’s worth 40 million.’ Oh how I wish. I would give it all
to the Kingdom before God Almighty“ he said.”…but of course, there is no indication that he is giving away everything that he actually has got…!
Now compare that nonsense…to what his relative says…!
I was traveling the world on a private Gulfstream jet doing “gospel”
ministry and enjoying every luxury money could buy. After a comfortable
flight and my favorite meal (lasagna) made by our personal chef, we
prepared for a ministry trip by resting at The Grand Resort: Lagonissi.
Boasting my very own ocean-view villa, complete with private pool and
over 2,000 square feet of living space, I perched on the rocks above the
water’s edge and rejoiced in the life I was living. After all, I was
serving Jesus Christ and living the abundant life he promised.
Growing up in the Hinn family empire was like belonging
to some hybrid of the royal family and the mafia. Our lifestyle was
lavish, our loyalty was enforced, and our version of the gospel was big
business. Though Jesus Christ was still a part of our gospel, he was
more of a magic genie than the King of Kings. Rubbing him the right
way—by giving money and having enough faith—would unlock your spiritual
inheritance. God’s goal was not his glory but our gain. His grace was
not to set us free from sin but to make us rich. The abundant life he
offered wasn’t eternal, it was now. We lived the prosperity gospel.
My father pastored a small church in Vancouver, British
Columbia. During my teenage years, he would travel nearly twice a month
with my uncle, Benny Hinn. Prosperity theology paid amazingly well. We
lived in a 10,000-square-foot mansion guarded by a private gate, drove
two Mercedes Benz vehicles, vacationed in exotic destinations, and
shopped at the most expensive stores. On top of that, we bought a $2
million ocean-view home in Dana Point, California, where another Benz
joined the fleet. We were abundantly blessed.
Throughout those years we faced countless criticisms from both inside and outside the church. Dateline NBC, The Fifth Estate
(a Canadian news program), and other shows did investigative work.
Well-known ministry leaders took to the airwaves warning people about
our teachings, and local pastors told their congregations to steer clear
of pulpits filled by a “Hinn.” At the time, I believed we were being
persecuted like Jesus and Paul, and that our critics were just jealous
of our blessings.
Within the family, we didn’t tolerate criticism. One day
I asked my father if we could go heal my friend from school who had
lost her hair due to cancer. He replied that we should pray for her at
home rather than going to heal her. I thought to myself, Shouldn’t we be doing what the apostles did if we have the same gift?
At that point, I didn’t question our ability to heal, but doubts began
to stir about our motives. We only did healings in the crusades, where
music created the atmosphere, money changed hands, and people approached
us with the “right” amount of faith.
Other doubts would surface. What about unsuccessful
healing attempts? I learned that it was the sick person’s fault for
doubting God. Why would we speak in tongues without interpretation?
“Don’t quench the Spirit,” I was told. “He can do what he wants.” Why
did many of our prophecies contradict the Bible? “Don’t put God in a
box.” Despite the questions, I trusted my family because we were so
successful. Tens of thousands of people followed us, millions packed
stadiums annually to hear my uncle. We healed the sick, performed
miracles, rubbed elbows with celebrities, and got incredibly wealthy.
God must be on our side!
Before going to college, I took a year off and joined
Benny’s ministry as a “catcher” (someone who catches the people who are
“slain in the spirit”) and personal assistant. This was a rite of
passage in my family, as nearly every nephew worked for him at some
point. It was a show of loyalty and gratitude. That year was a whirlwind
tour of luxury: $25,000-a-night royal suites in Dubai, seaside resorts
in Greece, tours of the Swiss Alps, villas on Lake Como in Italy,
basking on the golden coast of Australia, shopping sprees at Harrods in
London, and numerous trips to Israel, Hawaii, and everywhere in between.
The pay was great, we flew on our own private Gulfstream, and I got to
buy custom suits. All I had to do was catch people and look spiritual…!”