God’s wake up call to California

Of course, people are going to hate this blog. Of course, even some believers will be offended and think we are setting ourselves up as some sort of ‘saviors’ of the state. But nothing could be further from the truth. We are not heroes. And neither are we delusional about our small role in what will be a gigantic miracle.

What I am saying is that God is sending the Golden State a wake-up call. He is shaking, purifying and rebuilding. God-haters beware. Look out you who have your hearts set on a fully secular, socialist state with no place for the Christian church.  God is rolling up His sleeves to do a work—a work of extremes.

This impending act of God will consist of both extreme joy and extreme terror. Watch for those who shake their fists at God. They will find themselves fighting against God—and losing that fight!  He will take away your sleep. He will remove your arrogance. He will defeat your most trusted weapons. He will take down your secret tactics. He will turn the tide of public opinion against you.

These are the days of Elijah! This is California’s reckoning with truth and righteousness. God has surveyed the cities. He has heard and heeded the cries of His intercessors.  He has had enough of what we are doing to the children.

The roar of the words of the Psalmist is heard on high: “It is time for You to act, O God, for they have regarded your word as void.” (Psalm 119: 126)

It is only one tent, but it matters very much what has happened under this tent in Dinuba California. Yes, the sick have been healed. Yes, the lost have charged into the Kingdom. But, above all that, an army has formed. I saw their eyes last night. I felt their fire last night.

They are a new breed of believer—the kind that multiplies faster than anyone can know, and who will reach out with power like no Christians before them. They are ready. They are coming.  And, they will multiply in numbers unseen since Azusa Street and the Jesus Movement.

God’s wake up call to the God-haters is simple: You have held sway over California for too long and your days are numbered, and your agenda is coming to an end.

But God’s wake-up call to the church in California is even greater.

  1. God is saying to every pastor here to stand your ground. Stay on message. Hold on, for fire is about to fall on the smaller churches, the hungry churches, regardless of size. The watchword is: “STAY!” Don’t give the cities away. Don’t sell out and move to a “safer” state.

Acts 14:3 says, “Therefore they stayed there a long time, boldly in the Lord, Who was bearing witness to the word of His grace, granting signs and wonders to be done by their hands.”

You are not just to stay, but to make signs and wonders your weapon to stem the tide of evil. Let miracles flow. Preach a pure message—a message that God can crown with miracles.

  1. Pray the Lord of the Harvest. Matthew 9:37 Then (Jesus) said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. 38Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”

Each night the crowd is amazed to see the river of souls flowing to Christ. It’s no accident! We sent out workers. We went into the nests of evil to extract treasures out of the darkness.

The wake-up call California Christians need is this: God is not fascinated by your programs and slick presentations. He is trying to save and deliver millions here who currently writhe in untold misery. Believers here seem think this is someone else’s job. That is why we lost the state: because we thought someone else was doing that job.

People mean well when they walk up to me and say, “Mario, you are doing a good work.” I reply, “No, I am not doing a good work…I am doing the work.” This work is OUR work. It is the real work of the church. Everything else is just distraction—something we made up and called it the work.

  1. The state can be destroyed. That reality must set in. As glorious as these tent meetings are, I can’t dwell on them. As beautiful as the healings are, I can’t linger there. Compassion clings to me. Urgency overwhelms me.

‘Revival’ or ‘Rot’ is California’s next destination.

Right now, the Lord of the harvest is sending out laborers into His harvest.  It is time for every believer to find their place in the work, and join us.

The evil that is being worshipped here cannot continue indefinitely. At some point justice will be handed down by the God of Justice.

God has two words for everyone who reads this: WAKE UP!

JOIN US AT CHUKCHANSI STADIUM IN DOWNTOWN FRESNO TO CALL ON THE LORD FOR A CALIFORNIA MIRACLE! 

 

Greatest Question

As you read this our tent is going up. Thousands know we are coming. A rare kind of unity exists between leaders here, and an amazing anticipation is in the air. We have more volunteers and prayer warriors for this event than any previous tent crusade. There is a buzz on the streets.

Many who are involved in this outreach are starting to talk about an awakening. They seem to sense that we could see a revival—and they don’t mean just ‘a good meeting’—they mean a moral outbreak that could sweep an entire region into the kingdom of Christ. I am talking about Dinuba, California.

So tonight I am pondering a great question: What starts a revival?

Here we are, two thousand years after the church began, and Christian theologians still don’t know what starts a revival.   Authors by the dozens release new books to tell us what the “steps for revival” are.  No sooner are they out, than the Spirit falls in a manner that totally contradicts their books.   As soon as we add a “step” to revival, God steps over our step…

Often past revivals are no help because history shows that the old revival usually opposes the new revival.  It seems dangerous to be tagged an expert on revival.  As the old rock song says, “If I claim to be a wise man then it surely means that I don’t know.”

Revivals have started in more ways than you or I can imagine.  Some began among children.  Some started in prisons. Some were touched off by the very people the church despised the most.  Has God kept us clueless about revival because He knows that anything that we can analyze we will try to control? It is certainly in us to do that, and there is no getting around it.

So why isn’t the devil happy?  We are divided, disorganized and ignorant of his devices.  There is no major threat of revival in America, am I right?  But the evil one does not relax.  Does he know something we don’t know?   Like maybe revival has never been actually caused by the church?  Does he remember how many times revivals have hit him by surprise?  Does Satan respect one aspect of revival more than we do—that revival can strike at any moment, in any place, through any believer?

Okay, let’s face it, it is truly beyond us to know how to start a revival, and Satan doesn’t know how to stop one.  That, dear pilgrim, is called an impasse.  Only God can break the tie.  So what can we do?  Brace yourself:  WE NEED TO LOOK AT GOD!

Satan is watching God more than he is watching us because we, my friend, are not the threat.  Here is a love/hate triangle:  God is looking at us, we are looking at the devil, and the devil is looking at God.

WE NEED TO LOOK AT GOD.  Get this, and you have taken a giant step forward.  We need to be watching God.  But that is so simple and obvious.  So, if it is that simple and obvious, then why aren’t we doing it?  Why in fact are we doing everything else but that?  Again, is it because Satan knows how to busy us with stuff that seems holy, but is irrelevant to revival?

Even our prayers are often not directed at God.  They are merely a set of statements we have been told to make, and statements we have been told will supposedly cause God to work.  Face it! God refuses to operate within our formulas.  He operates from a secret:  “The secret of the Lord is with those who fear Him, and He will show them His covenant.” (Psalm 25:14)

God is looking for a relationship with those who want revival.  Exodus 31:18 is a strange verse.  It says, “And he gave unto Moses, when he had made an end of communing with him upon Mount Sinai, two tables of testimony, tables of stone, written with the finger of God.”  Israel has been waiting for centuries to gain legitimacy, because with the Law comes an identity and a legacy.  So why does God instead delay it for weeks so He can commune with Moses?  Here’s the rub: You want revival, but God wants you.  

Is it possible that in all of our arduous efforts we have overlooked the most amazing simplicity in the entire universe:  “If you abide in Me and My Words abide in you, you shall ask what you will and it shall be done.” (John 15:7)  Can it be that simple?

Revival is the natural result of getting so close to God that His secret takes hold and that ignites a chain reaction with others who suddenly cannot live without intimacy with God, and so and so on.

When can we know that revival has started?  In my studies, I have noticed a common denominator among the great revivalists who have led the great revivals.  They had an unshakable conviction that a revival had already started.  No matter what anyone said or did, they would not back down from the confession “revival is here!”   Much of their preaching was devoted to this conviction.

Jesus said, “Do you not say, ‘There are still four months and then comes the harvest’? Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for harvest!”  (John 4:35)

Revival-starters kept an infectious declaration going, no matter what.  Though the people around them felt that revival was months or years away, the revivalist says, “NO! IT IS ALREADY HERE!”

 

Again I ask, when can we know that a revival has started?  I got my answer one day at the beach when the tide was out.  Gentle white foam tickled my toes.  And the still small voice of the Lord spoke to me, “No matter how small that wave is, it is an ocean wave.  It is a relative of the tsunami.” 

Yes, a tidal wave can travel at 500 miles per hour, yet it is still nothing but an ocean wave, just larger.

“A bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not quench, till he send forth judgment unto victory.” (Matthew 12:20).   This verse is saturated with much meaning, but I will limit myself to the part about the smoking flax.  Jesus is not going to put out any fire, no matter how insignificant it looks, until justice is victorious.

The first time you cried out for America to be saved, God took you at your word and started a revival fire in you. The first syllable that was spoken in prayer for revival at any gathering where women prayed, began the revival.  The first time a pastor told his people how much we need revival, the spark was ignited.

The job now is to cooperate with God for bigger and bigger and bigger waves.  The tide rises as the revival core pays the price of obedience.   If they keep to the intention of the revival, it will intensify.  If they refuse the hand of man, and the ways of Baal, the waves will continue to come, in faithful and ever increasing power.

How else can I say it?  You are a revival-starter, simply by wanting more of Jesus!

Now a special video message from Mario Murillo about what starts this Sunday

THE SHOCKING REASON

I rented an entire baseball stadium to have a prayer meeting—an actual prayer meeting—a meeting where you pray.  And before you finish reading this, you will understand that I am promising you a night of true prevailing prayer, for a miracle in California!

The shocking part is this: I have to stipulate that we are actually going to be praying.  That is because of the terrible thing that has happened to many major prayer gatherings in America.

They seem to do everything but pray.  They sing, they teach, they exhort, and they declare things—but they never just seem to pray.

There is no mystery why they do not pray:  it’s because they need to get a crowd. And let me tell you, my friend, there is a science to getting a crowd in Christian circles these days.  The key is three-fold: Politics, entertainment, and, last but not least, money. You need to get a famous Pastor, a famous worship team, and a famous theme for the event.

The planning for these events looks like a bill winding its way through Congress. By the time the committee sponsoring the prayer covers all the bases, prayer is just an add on.

First, there is the politics of appealing to various camps in the Body of Christ. You must appeal to the prophetic camp, the reconciliation camp, the worship camp, and to what I call the ‘superstition’ camp. They will not come if you don’t, at some point, feature their pet doctrine or their latest ‘revelation.’ All this takes time, and it takes time away from prayer.

Others will not participate until you promise them time to announce their ‘special’ projects and products.  Prayer is submerged beneath endless announcements and commercials.

Then there are the ‘superstition’ people who are big on curses.  They insist on digging up events from past history and trying to figure out which group should apologize to whom, for something their ancestors did.  I remember a pastor saying to the millennials in the stands, “I know you didn’t own slaves, I know you didn’t create segregation,” and here he yelled at the baffled youth, “but, I forgive you!”  You could feel the Holy Spirit departing from that stadium.

Other ‘superstition’ folks believe you must ‘spiritually map’ the area and learn the name of the ruling demonic spirit. Let me tell you plainly, my friend, that is nowhere in the Owner’s Manual.

What I see in the Word of God is the account of how Philip went down to Samaria and preached Christ to them.  When he arrived, he never asked the name of the local demon in charge. Rather, the demons began screaming.  I don’t know the name of the demon that rules over California, but I do know the NAME that will cause him to flee!  I know the authority that will say, “Pack up and get out!”

Then there is the crowd that worships worship.  God is not the object of their singing.  Musically chanting the same phrase over and over merely induces a trance-like state that has nothing to do with exalting the name of Jesus.  And, it feels like some kind of New Age mantra. Here again, prayer is put on hold. Singing absorbs the event, with maybe 15 minutes of prayer tagged on at the end.

Finally, prayer faces a threat from another unlikely source: The Famous Celebrities.  Each one of them gets up to pray, and then tries to be more eloquent than the previous Famous Celebrity, or ‘influencer.’  They are not calling on the name of the Lord from a broken heart; they are just making speeches under the guise of prayer. Wow! Even when we get to prayer, the prayer isn’t really prayer.

So that is why I rented a baseball stadium: because California needs prayer—honest to God prayer. Hell-shaking prayer.  Devil-busting prayer.  Old fashioned sobbing at a wooden altar type prayer.  We need prayer that travails and prevails. We need prayer that doesn’t regard man, time, or emotion.  We need prayer that has nothing to do with feelings.  We need prayer that is not poisoned by ulterior motives or ego trips.

Let me tell you, my friend, the vile talons of Satan have California by the throat.  There is no other remedy but God.  There is no stopgap measure to save this state.  The condition of California is beyond words and beyond human wisdom.  We are at a point where only intercessory prayer can break the grip of the enemy.

Will there be a powerful worship team at this event?  Yes. But you won’t be hearing their name, because they want you to come to pray.  They will flood the stadium with anointed music and will then yield to the true Spirit of Prayer.

Will there be famous preachers at this event? Yes. But they don’t want you to know they are coming. They are vessels of God who will lead prayer with true passion and power.

Join me and many others in the heart of Fresno, which is in the heart of California. Let’s present ourselves to Jesus and ask for revival—heaven-sent revival.  Let’s put doubt, fear, and apathy aside and stand as one, before God, with only one purpose, to implore Him to have mercy on California! Let’s come together to pray the prayers that God hears and answers!

Come to Chukchansi Stadium in Fresno, CA, on Sunday Night, October 20th.  We start at 6 P.M.  All seats are free. We will raise our cry to the heavens in a way you have never experienced before!

 

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Come with me to see a miracle in California.

Come with me and see a miracle happen to California. You may be one of those chosen by God to work alongside us in the Central Valley. You may just be a believer who understands what is at stake in California. Read the story that is not just unfolding in the Golden State but is specific to 4 major events coming soon!

Not long ago, five cities in the Central Valley made the list of the Top Ten Worst Cities in America.

Why I believe a miracle is coming:

The good people of this region have been hit by everything you can imagine, including drought, foreclosures, drug addiction, gang violence, massive homelessness, and breathtaking political abuse by Sacramento.

When California received $410 million in 2012 as part of a nationwide settlement with major banks accused of abusive foreclosures, Gov. Jerry Brown used $331 million of that money to pay state agencies in housing and other programs in order to cover their deficits.  Kamala Harris knew about this but kept silent. Now California has lost a lawsuit, and this money must be paid out to the victims.

The Central Valley was not even on my radar. Five years ago my bags were packed to move out of California. I was moving away and thinking, “Maybe it is time to pass the mantle on to someone else, and retire.” Then my nation went crazy.

That is when the dream was given to me—a life changing dream.

The dream happened during an afternoon nap between services in Stockton. I believe that this dream was meant to encourage the people of that city. Especially because of what was in the dream.

It was the kind of dream that I tell people they need to handle with caution. In the dream I was suspended high above California, and I could clearly see Highway 99, all the way from Red Bluff to the end of 99 at Laval Road in Arvin, California.

Suddenly, as I watched, Highway 99 was transformed and became a river! Trees started popping up on the banks of the river. The voice of the Lord said, “This highway shall be a corridor of my Glory.”

Five years pass, and I am invited on the TruNews Network with Rick Wiles. Next thing I know, he has donated an 8,000 square foot, brand spanking new tent, as well as 1,000 chairs from the luxury boxes of an NFL stadium. What a miracle!

God then revealed to me that this tent was to move south and follow Highway 99, and that the river I had seen would flow in the tent, healing innumerable sicknesses and would bring in a massive harvest of souls.

Now, here we are—watching the fulfillment of that dream. Indeed, the river has flowed south from Marysville, CA, then through Paradise, CA and the current intensified in Stockton. Now we are watching the unimaginable as the river is about to reach to Dinuba, Hanford and Fresno.

As I write this to you, thousands of people are experiencing an amazing dealing of God in these cities. There is something in the air—it is vibrating with hope and faith.

People like to use the expression: ‘something has shifted,’ but that feels woefully inadequate to explain the unity that is emerging among leaders—the expectancy in the people—and the acceleration that seems to be coming.

With all my heart, I know we are about to hit the mean streets in these cities and pull treasures out of darkness. We are about to feed the masses of poor and unsheltered.

Nothing will be able to stop the explosion of praise that will erupt when the miracles, that I know are coming, arrive.

Why am I telling you this? In order to fulfill this dream, we need workers. Why not join in something so wonderful that if Jesus tarries, people will be talking about it 30 years from now?

Many people have asked me, “What kind of workers do you need?” My question back to you is, “What do you want to do? Do you want to hit the streets and watch gangsters delivered? Do you want to help organize a statewide night of prayer in Chukchansi stadium? Do you want to be an usher in any of the services? Do you want to pray with those who come to Jesus?

“Do you want distribute food and clothing in homeless camps? What about helping with our massive children’s outreach in Fresno in November? Are you willing to give up your Thanksgiving Day?”  On that day, we will conduct a complete miracle service, followed by a sit-down dinner for a thousand people.

If you come to the Night of Miracles in Hanford, you will see the true fire and miracles of Jesus. If you come to six nights under the tent in Dinuba, you will see God rock an entire city. If you join the thousands at Chukchansi Stadium, you will feel the power of prayer like you have never felt it in your life.

Start by praying. Even if you are reading this from Wellington, New Zealand, the Gold Coast of Australia, or even Cape Town, South Africa, you can pray! Start now.

I promise you, a river of life will end up flowing out to you!  

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THE STORY

Before I get to the story of this photo with former New York Mayor Guiliani, I must tell you why Mechelle and I are in Washington D.C. We are doing a conference with Lance Wallnau. We know this is God because we are phasing out participating in conferences.

I had a revelation and personal revolution in the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, N.C. The entire library was deeply moving and convicting to me, but one thing was emblazoned in my Spirit. It was the short video of Billy Graham at 92 years of age talking with Greta Van Susteren.  She asked him what he would have done differently.

He answered that he wouldn’t have traveled as much. Greta said, “Why? Look at all the people you have helped by travelling.” He responded by saying that he would have done just as many crusades, but fewer conferences. He felt that the travel was unnecessary and often distracting from family and soul winning. He added that he would have prayed and studied more, and spent time getting to know Jesus better.

There are no words to describe the revolution in my soul. I knew immediately that I had to make changes. Events had to either be about winning souls or directly relate to soul winning. The ones that I had to take a pass on are worthy events that deserve support, but I simply must follow my heart. That was why the Extreme Dream Conference in Washington D. C. stayed on my schedule. This event is explosive in its potential to see not only souls saved on a mass scale, but it can also lead to moral reformation.

The instruction that Lance dispensed to us was urgent. What little contribution I made to them was not nearly as powerful as what we received.

I am returning to Reno, transformed, and I know our efforts will be impacted by our time with Sid Roth on It’s Supernatural, with Lance Wallnau, as well as Larry Sparks of Destiny Image.

As to the picture with Rudi Guiliani—the former Mayor is a big hero of mine. Mechelle and I were sitting having lunch in the Trump Hotel when we noticed Mayor Guiliani seated a few tables away. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to meet him. So we got up and went over to his table, but were gently rebuffed by his bodyguard. I was so disappointed.

As we returned to our seats, this thought hit me, “You can’t force things. Let God bring them to you.” This had little to do with Rudi. It had to do with some very big things coming to this ministry. I never gave this another thought all day.

We had a powerful day and late that night we decided to get a bite in the lobby. Out of nowhere Rudi Guiliani charges up to me and gives me a big hug! I know, right!

No one who saw this could explain it. My wife frantically took these pictures.

There is a message in here for all of us. God is going to bring favor and many breakthroughs. We must walk in faith and obedience, even when we see no results. God will make it happen for all who refuse to give up or back down.

Again, this encounter with Rudi was not about him—and not about me. It was a wink from God. It was a confirmation that His favor, and a way of letting us know that there are going to be many miracles in the upcoming meetings in California!

GOD FALLS ON FRESNO

MARIO MURILLO REPORTS: It is Sunday, August 11th at 5:30 P.M.  The church is surrounded in all directions by parked cars. As the sun began to set, the oppressive heat broke.  It is not just soothing, it feels like a sign. It feels like God has remembered Fresno. It feels like God is on the verge of breaking another kind of oppression.

Look at the faces. You will see a determination. You will see faith. There is great expectation! The sick have come to be healed. It is an emotional scene watching people tenderly assist family, friends and loved ones into the rapidly filling seats. Eyes gleam with their unspoken confession, “TONIGHT IS MY NIGHT!”

It’s now 5:50. The building is packed. Workers had to race to a nearby church to borrow extra chairs. We add almost 200 chairs, it’s still not enough. People are forced to stand against the walls. Now it’s a turn-away crowd. We start the meeting immediately.

Pastor A. J. Nunes stands up, and things bust open as he prays a thunderous prayer. Then the worship team begins their job of lifting us into the glories.  Chris Poe and his team from the Bridge of Marysville light up the crowd. The people are lost in worship. They sing with an intensity that is at once awe-inspiring and convicting.

Our original plan was for this night to be a taste of what they would experience in the tent, and to rally them to work with us to fill the tent.  God had other things in mind! This crowd—this power—this towering glory and presence of God far exceeds anything we could have planned.

This was not a ‘good meeting.’  What was happening was not limited to this one building. This was God falling on Fresno!

With each note that they sang, their faith grew. With each song, their passion for more of Jesus intensified.

Meanwhile, I am waiting on God to know when I should start preaching. I am torn. The people are getting power, life, and refreshing from the Lord. Years and years of prayers are being answered. Pastors are being drenched, and faith is reaching a fever pitch. How can I interrupt this?

The worship is doing exactly what Jesus said it would do. “And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me.”  (John 12: 32). Those that came needing healing for their soul, watched their excuses die. They felt it, as the chains of addiction were being shattered. Their reluctance and resistance against the touch of God had vanished.

Finally, seeing their hunger and need for Christ, I knew it was time to preach. My message was entitled, “If you have to ask.”  In a nutshell, I said that California was not stolen by the devil, rather—the Church had given California away.

I said, “If you are a pastor and you have to ask why we must oppose the leftist agenda—if you are a believer and you have to ask God if you should seek revival—if you believe you have to ask before you speak out and challenge the devil’s hold on this State…then you are messed up.”

Now the miracles began to happen. I will never forget the blanket of power that came over me. It was no longer I who was ministering. It was as if I had ceased to exist or to have an opinion in this matter. Words were coming forth from me with power. People in the crowd were ordered to stand and then details only God knew were spoken to them, igniting faith for their healing. The Holy Spirit was pouring forth such a mighty river of life, truth and healing, that I was finding it difficult to keep up with Him.

After several were healed, I turned around and felt a demonic resistance behind me. I was standing before a woman and her husband. I knew she was being healed, but from what, at first, I could not determine. I was foggy from the evil that was opposing me. Then I knew! Witchcraft had dared to be here tonight to challenge the move of God. I warned the individual they had no power in this place. The resistance was obliterated and instantly I knew that the woman before me was battling cancer.  I knew there were multiple tumors…but mostly, I knew she was being healed. GLORY TO GOD!

I spun around and charged over to a young man far to my right. He was told to stand. He was told that his liver was diseased and Hepatitis C was ravaging his body. He thrust his arms in the air and gave a mighty roar that told everyone this was true. Then the power of God surged through his body.

I stormed across the church again, and the Lord brought me to a screeching halt next to a little lady. “You are a rascal,” I said to her. She smiled in agreement, and the crowd laughed. I could see the walker and the agony in her legs. I told her, “Being a rascal is going to help you tonight. I want you to wait and not get anyone’s permission. When the power of Jesus hits you, get up and walk, no matter what anyone else thinks.”

Miracle upon miracle came graciously from the throne of God.  It was staggering to see how long healing virtue flowed onto the people. Then I made the call for new life. All ages, races, and backgrounds filled the front.

I looked down and saw the lady I had called a rascal, standing there praying the sinner’s prayer. She was thrilled to be healed and out of pain, but infinitely more thrilled to receive Jesus.

What more could we have asked?

Let me add just one more thing. We instructed all who were at the altar to prepare to receive the Baptism in the Holy Spirit. A young man about 16 years old burst out in tongues—his heavenly language filling the whole building. Then, one after another, others joined him in receiving the Holy Spirit.

I solemnly warn you. This is only the beginning of the Nights of Glory that will soon be coming to Dinuba, Hanford, and Fresno.

Tomorrow I will be making the biggest announcement I have made in 20 years! So stand by!

TIME TO TALK

City after city in California has been hit by God.  In Marysville, He proved there was a harvest in California. In Paradise, He proved that sorrow and devastation will be healed. In Stockton, He proved that hate, violence, and addiction cannot stop God. Now the momentum for California is intensifying.

Let’s look back at some important facts: Five years ago, I had a dream. In the dream, I hovered over the State of California and saw Highway 99, from beginning to end, running down the great Central Valley. Before my eyes, it became a river, and a voice said, “This is the corridor of my Glory.”

There were trees on either side of this river which were bringing healing to the sick, and hope overwhelmed the poor and forgotten. “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light…”

I asked an artist to try and capture what I saw in the dream and this comes fairly close.

Five years later the Holy Spirit said to take our tent down that corridor and to watch Him do the impossible.

But at each point as we tried to fulfill this mandate from the Lord, we crashed into the impossible.  And each time God destroyed the barriers, right before our very eyes.

Marysville was heavily resisted, but became a harvest field overflowing with souls.

Paradise was beyond impossible, if there is such a thing. The city had been destroyed and the people had gone to other cities to live.  To this day no one can explain how the tent was full night after night.  And, we saw powerful, miraculous healings and many people were born again!

Stockton saw 17 murders during the time we reached out to that city. A stray bullet hit the truck of one our leaders.  Still, we did not back down, and neither did the Lord−He brought in many lost souls and many brave Christians. When the fire marshal ordered us to take away the sides of the tent, which meant we would only have a roof, I thought it was an invitation for disaster.  Instead, it backfired on the enemy. The sound of worship, preaching, and miracles were broadcast across the vast park, and acted like a fishing net for the Gospel!

These tent meetings have brought desperately needed encouragement to the Body of Christ that is laboring in these cities. A fresh fire and unity has come among the pastors. Most of the lost who found Jesus had never seen anything like these meetings.

But the news gets even better, for, now it is time for me to talk to you about Fresno, California.  Fresno is so hard hit by crime, that at this moment they are raising money to pay gang members not to shoot each other. I kid you not—hiring them to not kill each other−which reeks of total surrender on the part of city officials.

Two years ago, one politician in Fresno got mad at us for revealing the true numbers of homeless who were living on the streets, and the amount of violence and despair that were a daily occurrence in that city. He actually fought to keep us out of the city. He used his influence to block us from getting a permit for the tent. But as Jesus said, “The gates of hell will not prevail against you.” And they didn’t.

We went ahead, and we saw an amazing meeting at Fink White Park. Now we are going after the most amazing tent site we have ever seen. I can’t tell you about it yet, because we are currently in very sensitive negotiations.

HERE ARE BIG REASONS TO BE EXCITED ABOUT FRESNO:

-The snowball effect: Living Proof Fresno will have the firepower of all the previous tent crusades combined. Each tent crusade grew in power and intensity. People from Marysville came to Paradise and then people from Marysville and Paradise came to Stockton.  An army is forming that is marching down Highway 99 following the River of God. The atmosphere, miracles, and conviction keeps rising from one tent meeting to the next. That is why we know that Fresno is going to be the most powerful outreach, with the greatest number of workers yet.

-We are going to use a new and exciting tactic in Fresno: The Night of MiraclesOur standard procedure is to begin in a city with a leader’s lunch followed by a prayer rally. Not this time. The Holy Spirit made it clear we are to do something completely new.

I felt the Holy Spirit say, “Why do you do a rally just to promote the coming tent crusade? Make your opening rally just like a night in the tent.” That is exactly what we are going to do.

The Night of Miracles will be exactly like one of the nights in the tent. The Lord said that I should give the city a true taste of what they will experience in the tent. First, we were to find a church to advertise to all who need Jesus or who need a miracle, and get them to this church. That night will launch the momentum toward the next tent meetings. Think of it−just one notable miracle, or one notable conversion, could light the fuse for a great awakening in Fresno.

For one night only, we are coming to Fresno. This is our D-Day.  A single assault on the beach will begin weeks of outreach to the city of Fresno.  Why this never occurred to me before, is baffling. But like all God-ideas it is awesome in its simplicity.

Anyone who is paying attention knows California doesn’t have much time left—without a miracle this place will turn into a third world country, and many places already have.

 

I am asking you two simple things: The first is to pray, and the second is to consider coming to Fresno for this single Night of Miracles. I know it will be a night that rips down strongholds of evil, ignites the Body of Christ to great and mighty faith, and confirms the Word of God with incontrovertible miracles.

Pray! And please, try to be there for The Night of Miracles Stay tuned! After this the tent is coming to Fresno!