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!