The nameless horror has come. Tonight, we are not right wing, left wing, or independent…we are Americans. No parent should send a child to school and have them shot to death. No bystander should do anything but try to comfort the families.
Everlasting shame on anyone who chooses to debate gun control. Shame on any politician who seizes this new Saint Valentine Days Massacre for their own end.
Are we so soulless that we can’t pause our debates—or give our political railings a rest. We have been visited by pure evil. When that happens you guard your mouth and pray.
Mark them. Punish them. Excoriate any voice that uses the media to rail about why this happened, and who is to blame. Remember them, for whoever they are the are the villains of society.
Instead of increasing the pain of these families by giving this your spin, let’s give them a collective hug and tears of true grief for a loss they will feel for the rest of their lives.
No matter what I say, the toxic media will broadcast voices of pseudo rage. Like carnival barkers they will call you to their political side show. Who will be the first traitor of decency to speak words like salt in wounds?
The Bible says that Job’s friends saw his sorrow and suffering was so great they sat and said nothing. They just sat with the sufferer. They sat for 7 days.
We have come to a tragedy for which there are no words. It is simply time to let the love of Jesus emanate from us in prayer. If anyone reading this knows these families I beg you to just sit with them for there are no words for this loss.
Father God, we pray that a comfort from beyond this world will cover the families who lost these angels in Florida. You said that the Father had anointed you to comfort them that mourn. Words are so inadequate for this disaster. Only a blanket of supernatural love will suffice. We open our hearts now to feel their sorrow. Open our hearts to feel your sorrow, for only then can we do what is right for these wounded families.
I am going to make an announcement—a big one! However, that announcement would have been impossible to make even a few hours ago. You know about the disabling mystery pain in my spine and left leg. Well, there seemed to be no relief in sight.
The lies of the enemy were loud and threatening. Night after night of pain—pain that no pill could touch and no sleeping position could relieve. The slightest misstep, and a shock wave could send me to the ground. It didn’t seem to be getting any better with rest.
Worst of all, I hated watching my wife work until she was exhausted caring for me and for so many other responsibilities. I felt helpless to lighten her load.
On the second day of this mystery pain, I heard from God how to fight back. I was to follow specific steps:
First I was instructed to continually thank God for His amazing blessings. One big one was thanking God for thousands of people who were praying for me. I humbled me profoundly. I thought about so many who suffer with so few to ever pray for them. Thank God for Matthew 18: 19 “ If any two of you shall agree…”
Next, I was told to prayer for others I knew who were battling worse sickness. I made a list and faithfully prayed for their healings.
Finally, I was emphatically ordered to read the Bible and speak healing verses over myself. I began ignoring what I felt and saw and plunged them under the authority of the Word of God.
This sustained me as doctor after doctor could not diagnose my condition. Thank God they at least eliminated the possibility of a hip fracture.
Our dear friends Bob and Debbie Searle came to my house last Saturday. They drove 100 miles just to come pray for me. The presence of God began filling the house. At the height of our prayer and worship my cell phone rang.
It was Pastor Tony Scott calling me during his worship service at the Church on Strayer so the entire church could pray for me. This added to the crescendo already in progress. The pain subsided and I could walk! I still had moments of sharp pain but nothing like before.
The next day Sonny and Linda Lara arrived all the way from San Jose just to pray and place a prayer cloth on my body. A day later, the pain shrank even more.
Nevertheless, God ordered me to return to a new doctor who is expert in these kinds of pains. I needed to find out what my illness was and how to prevent it in the future.
Today this doctor determined that I would be ready well before Living Proof Las Vegas. I have a green light from God to make this announcement to you. Three wonderful events are coming to Las Vegas
- Sunday April 8th until Sunday April 15th. Living Proof Las Vegas in the tent! We are going to Las Vegas to win the lost and heal the sick on a larger scale than we have ever known. We are going where gangs operate. We are going where addicts languish. We are going where the homeless sit in despair.
We are coming fully charged with the power of God. We have boots on the ground! Soldiers are coming to our side. This Living Proof Tent Crusade will feature the widest range of ministries to touch human need we have ever seen.
- Night of Miracles and Worship Saturday March 24th at 6 PM. Join believers from all over the valley as the power and glory of God falls. And, we will be prepared and launched to reach out and bring people to the tent.
- Pastors and leader’s luncheon Saturday March 24th at noon. Leaders will hear our vision and receive Special prayer. The Lunch is free but you must make reservations.
Well, through the prayers of many—heard by a merciful God—I recovered much faster than the doctor forecasted.
Why did Satan attack so viciously? He knows something big is going to happen in Las Vegas! Advertisers say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. We say, what happens here will not stay here! It will not stay in Vegas or even in Nevada. Lord let revival fire sweep the land!
“Mario, you are more politician than evangelist”, said the preacher. So, I asked him, “Why aren’t you speaking out against the policies that are destroying our nation’s morals? He said, “I would lose people in my church.” “In other words” I said, “you would lose votes.” You’re the politician not me.
Notable Christian leaders, specifically Max Lucado, have stated that they did not speak out against Obama but have now chosen to speak out against Trump. Lucado found Trump to be rude and again, feels his immigration policy is anti-Christian.
It makes zero sense. Obama was loading our children with debt. Obama was the most hostile president to the Bible in history. Obama gave us same sex marriage and fought to retain late term abortion. Obama opened the Pandora’s Box of political correctness that has the racists calling everyone else racist, and the fascists calling everyone else fascists. Obama is why our universities are a sick joke of intellectual dishonesty. Why are you vocal now and you never said a word to stop Obama?
The leader they gave a pass to was trying to drive the church underground, and the one we have now is the first president to address the March for Life and oppose the hideous Johnson Amendment that took away the free speech of pastors. Trump is fighting to give you a pulpit where you can speak truth without the IRS shutting you down. You oppose him now and were mum on Obama?
The most devastating charge against these pastors is this: they actively told their people not to vote for Trump. Had they been successful—Hillary would be president today.
Now, dear pastors, you have moved on to attacking Trump’s immigration policies. You don’t want a wall; you believe Jesus taught open borders. That means that you have swallowed the Kool Aid of the left.
You are siding with sanctuary cities. You are allowing a system that protects killers and punishes the American worker. You are siding against your own congregation. You are blatantly contradicting yourselves.
You once hid behind a bad exegesis of Romans 13 to justify your silence against bad government. When you finally grew a conscience and realized civil disobedience is scriptural you waste it on the wrong argument.
Illegals have killed and they will kill again. Democrats only want them here because they believe they’ll vote leftist. Ask God if you are not pawns in their game.
Is it unchristian to secure the borders? Let’s ask Jesus. “But know this, that if the master of the house had known what hour the thief would come, he would have watched and not allowed his house to be broken into.” –Matthew 24:43
What are the secrets of building something great for God in these hostile times? Can we get over the evil of today to do something big? Can visionaries still come to the forefront and seize the day? Can true prophets arise, and speak the heart of God to a dying world?
If you’re looking for a cheap pep talk—a soothing shortcut—or the flattering words of the Daddy God Movement—if you think serving God is tongue talking Candyland then save us both time and ease on back into your cocoon.
But if you look at the present system of church and feel empty—if there is an inner fire that tells you “THIS IS NOT IT! THERE HAS TO BE MORE! —you have come to the right place.
Our journey begins with a sad joke. A moron wanting to cut firewood goes to a hardware store. He asks the store clerk for advice. Taken to the chain saws, the clerk says, “with a chain saw you can cut entire cords of wood in no time.” Sold.
The moron returns 3 days later angry and frustrated. “You told me I could cut cords of wood. All I got was a few lousy sticks, and this thing is way too heavy to handle.” Baffled, the clerk grabs the saw, pulls the ripcord and the saw roars to life. The moron asks, “what’s that noise?”
In the greatest moral war America has ever faced, the church is a giant unstarted chainsaw. For that war, our Christian Colleges, insist on graduating tepid troops of singing psychologists and toothy marketers.
Secret number one: Separate yourself. There is a promise in the Bible that is timeless, omnipotent, and unstoppable. It is a promise that transcends the mad railings of evil men, dark times, and limited resources. It is a promise that will prevail in any culture, and at any time. Read the promise carefully:
2 Timothy 2:20-22 “But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay, some for honor and some for dishonor. Therefore, if anyone cleanses (separates) himself from the latter, he will be a vessel for honor, sanctified and useful for the Master, prepared for every good work. Flee also youthful lusts; but pursue righteousness, faith, love, peace with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart.”
Those words were not written to a surfer in the 1960’s, but to a young leader embarking on ministry in the midst of the Roman lash and lions.
Separate yourself from the drunken compromised preachers of today. Separate yourself from shallow faith. Separate yourself form those who need “a daily word from the Lord”—turning prophecy into a horoscope. Separate yourself from those who want to “activate gifts” without pressing in to know the heart of God. Do these things and a great work has already begun.
Secret number two: Learn practical dependency on the Holy Spirit. Satan’s best works are not done by atheists, but by misguided Christians. He prizes—above all else—his ability to get ministers to take matters into their own hands—to build by their own wits—and build the perfect disguise. The current whited sepulchers are vast empires bearing Christian labels. These are machines God never built. They are trophies of hell meant to distract the Body of Christ, and waste time and money.
John 16:13 However, when He, the Spirit of truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come. 14 He will glorify Me, for He will take of what is Mine and declare it to you. 15 All things that the Father has are Mine. Therefore, I said that He will take of Mine and declare it to you.”
What do you see in those verses? They should bless and horrify. All the authority to build, direct, provide, strengthen and guide the church was vested in the Holy Spirit. We have wounded a precious friend! We have exiled the very person we needed most.
The American church thrashes about like a child in a kitty pool never guessing what she is doing wrong. She hired marketers when she could have asked the Holy Spirit. She points to false success to justify her existence. We don’t need a superman. We need supernatural men and women filled with the Holy Spirit.
You must be baptized in the Spirit and then learn to be led of the Spirit.
Secret Number Three: Trust the process. God invented planning. Therefore, the Holy Spirit will give you a plan. The trick is, you can’t take shortcuts, you won’t always see the logic, and you will get tired, and doubt the sanity of our course.
You won’t be allowed to do things that others get away with. You will be driven to prayer and the Word of God over every step you take. You are taking the road least travelled.
Do what you are told and never stop doing it. Trust the process. No matter how against the grain your guidance is do it! When you have no money but God says invest it in a vision—do it! When close associates turn on you—still do it! Trust the process. When you face a withering storm of criticism for your choice, keep going forward.
Look around. You will see people doing mighty works of God in the Earth. You will see the glaring difference between those who are fueled by the Spirit and those who are not.
Will these secrets work today? They always have and they always will.
You take the victories God gives you. My primary care physician thought I had bursitis of the hip. “I am referring you to a sports medicine doctor to get a cortisone shot and you will feel better fast.”
So I went. Something bothered the next doctor. Why wasn’t I feeling pain when he pushed on the hip joint. But went he bent the leg outward I screamed. “This feels more like a stress fracture.” That meant 6 weeks of lying immobile and then rehab. So much for our World Convention.
He takes X-rays. X-rays can’t see many stress fractures. This one didn’t. “You need a cat-scan.”
Two more days of night and day pain. My wife and assistant take me in the car with seat almost flat. Wheelchairs and crutches increase my pain. I must walk slowly with my arm on somebody.
Mechelle goes in the hospital while we wait in the car. She explains to the front desk that I cannot stand or sit. I can only lie down. The front desk manager assures her I can walk directly to the cat-scan table. However, some devil got on her. When I finally made it inside seconds away from collapsing with pain. She insisted rudely that more signatures are required.
I dove to the floor in front of everybody. Somehow, doing that speeds things up. The two nicest nurses came to my rescue. I am on the hard table gritting my teeth during the scan and finally it is over. We go home with still no relief.
Someone suggested in a Facebook comment that I repent. Believe me, lying there in the dead of night with no position that relieves the agony—you repent of everything. I even repented for my ancestors—whoever they are.
Back to the sports medicine doctor with the cat-scan results. He looks and looks and says there is no fracture. That was yesterday. Where did it go? Was it there and the prayers of so many were answered? That would not surprise me. You take the victories God gives you and build on that.
He kept telling me this is good news. I can get a cortisone shot now. So give it to me! He can’t, he doesn’t have an ultra-sound machine. I am thinking, that’s why I was sent here in the first place!
“I am referring you to a doctor who is a specialist in these things.” Code for “we don’t know what’s wrong with you.” Back to square one.
I can walk better. There are even times now where the pain subsides to a dull ache. There you have it. You take the victories God gives you. You worship Him. You thank Him.
Mechelle and I want to thank the host of people who took time to tell us they are praying. As I said before…there is no version of this where the enemy wins.