WHY BRANSON?

Why Branson?  Why would God do this?  Most people who come to Branson love America.  They come to escape the sadness of our decaying nation.  They come in search of an America they once knew—an America that was stolen and they wonder, “Who took away my country?”

They take in the shows and the attractions, but eventually they must go home.  That is when the loss of their nation is most keenly felt.

Why would I come to Branson?  I remember my reaction when local leaders invited me.  My first thought was “no way!” And, “how do I put this delicately?”  So, I explained to them, my ministry is to places where drugs and violence ravage young people.  And furthermore, we were using neutral buildings not churches.  So, that was that.

Then I prayed.  His unmistakable voice said, “You are coming to Branson in August and my Glory will be revealed.”   So as Peter once said, “who was I that I could withstand God?”

It was only after I agreed to come that I heard an amazing prophecy about this place.  Corrie Ten Boom was flying over Missouri.  She looked down and did not know the city that was below her.  Gary Smalley the author heard her ask what town that was below her—it was Branson.  Then he heard her say, “The Glory of God is going to go forth to the world from this place.”

It was 2 years ago this month that I began to preach in Branson.

 The fuse was the healing of two women on Sunday Morning, August 23rd.  I asked one of them to place their hand on the back of the neck of the other.  I told them that there was a vertebra bulging.  Then the neck bulge flattened.  Then both were healed.  Now the audience burst forth in praise.

Word spreads.  That night the audience doubled.  Then something happened in the people.  It would become the trademark of Living Proof Branson.  Hundreds of hearts become one beating heart—a heart with unending passion for Jesus.

The audience itself became the great witness.  Yes, there were healings. The preaching hit lost souls.  None of this matched the power of the people’s hunger.  Their worship was so pure that it removed all resistance to the anointing.Within days, crowds began forming as early as 4:30 every night get seats.  Reports of divine healings, and dramatic conversions replace local gossip over lunch counters, in stores, and at schools.

There is a moment when the power of God can stun an audience into silence—a moment when people give each other a knowing look, a look that says, “this is not going to fade with time, no one will ever be able to talk me out of what I just saw.”  That moment came and never left.

Why am I telling you all of this?  Because now after a long gap, God has ordered me back to Branson.

On Sunday night August 27th, I will join revivalists from all over the Midwest.  People will bring the unchurched—they will bring the sick and addicted to receive miracles.  They will come full of expectation for something—not of this earth—to happen.

This will be a night of towering glory and power—not because of me, but because of prophecy.

You see, the thing about true prophecy is that it can come in waves.  It can surge and them seemingly vanish…but, just when you think it’s over, it can rage up in even bigger flames.  Nothing can stop the Word of God from its appointed goal

If you are supposed to be there don’t let anything stop you.  If you are quickened to pray for this night do not hesitate.  Most of all, bring a soul that needs Christ!  Be on the front row when God visits us in great power and glory.