The Bee Stings the Heretic Benny Hinn
The older I get, the more I realize how lucky I’ve been in life.
It was 1983 when I first started claiming to be a special vessel of the healing power of God Almighty. That’s right, more than thirty years—think of it now, thirty years!—of “Benny Hinn Miracle Crusades.” I’ve been to so many countries, performed so many times, and made so much money, that sometimes it seems like this has all been a dream.
As I look back at all I’ve accomplished in my life, there’s one thought that keeps popping up in my mind—I honestly can not believe I’m still getting away with this.
I’m 64 years old now—twice the age I was when I first started whipping people into an emotional frenzy in order to make them believe, in their manic state, that God would heal and bless them if they gave me money; indeed, that when I touched them, that they had been touched by God Himself. And believe it they did. How could anyone blame them? These were desperate people. That’s who I go after—the desperate ones. Why do you think I have so many healing crusades in third-world countries? These are poor, desperate people.