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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I SEE

A miracle is coming to the Central Valley of California.

That is an astonishing thing for anyone to say, for several reasons. 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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Help Me

Your time is valuable, so I will get right to the point. I am writing to you about an unheard of opportunity to win souls in California—an opportunity that did not come about overnight. We won this opportunity because we persevered against the greatest demonic attacks we have ever faced.  I must tell you upfront that I am going to ask for your help because this is a once in a lifetime situation.

Only once before in the entire 7 year run of this blog have I ever asked for help this way. Here’s the story:

When we began taking our tent through California, we practically had to use a crowbar to get permits, tent sites, and church support. There were times in Marysville, Paradise, and Stockton when I was barely able to stand because of fatigue from the withering warfare.

We endured some strange trials. In Marysville I felt a hand on my back push me, as I went up the steps to the stage. The result was a badly sprained calf muscle that I had to stand on for the next several hours. The pain was special. Thankfully, the Lord touched me, and I recovered far faster than the predicted 6 weeks.  In Stockton, the vehicle of one of our leaders was hit by a stray bullet.

We contacted church after church. Some helped us, others ignored us. We were told how futile and dangerous it was to pitch our tent in the worst parts of town. City officials either loved us, or hated us. I’ll let you guess what we got more of. We have fought every devil in hell, as we worked our way down Highway 99.

I held onto the promise that came to me in a dream, that this was a corridor of God’s Glory. I knew that above all else, we had to complete the crusade in Stockton.  I was convinced that if we just did that, then everything would begin to turn, so we held on!

Now, everything has changed. Reports of many being saved, and of notable healing miracles, has gone before us. Now we have more open doors than we can possibly fulfill.  This presents us with a whole new problem. For the first time I can see this touching the entire State of California.

The crowds will be bigger. The altar calls will be bigger. When this happens, the costs don’t go up gradually, it’s more like when you throw a rock into a pond and the ripples spread out. Expenses increase in every direction.

We need to retain and train workers quickly. We need to get Bibles, follow up material, food, clothing and new equipment.

Every military manual contains this same warning: when you have the enemy on the run, you don’t let him regroup. This door that was so difficult to pry open, will not stay open very long. We must seize this key moment.

Some might say that we always seem to need more resources. To that I say, we are a soul saving ministry. Tragically, that is a rare thing these days—which explains the mess our nation is in. We haven’t won enough souls!

We are not a business—we are a ministry. If provisions come in, they most go out.  We are not a club—we are an army. An army must use its supplies. It can’t sit on them.

Now let me talk to you about the most important door of all.

Fresno is the key: During our entire tour, one thing has been in the back of my mind: Fresno. I knew that we were on a collision course with this city. I knew more than anything, Satan did not want us here. Just as D-Day was the turning point in World War Two, Fresno is our D-Day.

This city which is ravaged by drugs, gang violence, and homelessness, is a gateway city. It holds the key to reaching the rest of California. The Holy Spirit needs to be poured out here.  There needs to be a core of workers who will brave very dangerous territory, as they bring the Word of God.  We are more than justified in spending as much time and money in this town as in all our other tent crusades combined.  Think of that!

 

That is why we are finalizing a contract to use Chukhansi Stadium in Fresno.  And that is one reason why I am writing to you. Fresno holds the key to our next level in California. A victory here, will multiply what we do next. A set back here will be a clear threat to our momentum.

Yes, I am going to ask for your help, but first I want to tell you some very important facts.

The anti-American Left is targeting the young people in our inner cities. Their insidious lies work on the young impressionable minds of our children.  Social media is leftist. The damage the left has done takes your breath away. They have dominated education, media, and virtually all youth culture.

The curse of the Left is keenly felt in the inner city, where a hatred for America and for Israel is widespread. This is alarming for more than just the obvious reasons. It is a disaster for the cause of freedom and for the church in America.

California is the matrix for this wicked ideology. God sent us here first of all to lead youth to Jesus. But along with that, is our mandate to expose the lies that poison our children’s minds. Of course they need to have their minds renewed by Christ first, but after that, they need to be shown that America is not evil, and that by loving Israel, it blesses America.

In the tent, you will hear me preach the pure Gospel, beginning at the Cross. However, after that we attack the legislated immorality which Democrats have force-fed these innocent minds. But, by no means are we a political rally. I preach from the Bible! Judges 2:10, warns America, “and there arose another generation that knew not God, neither the things that He had done for Israel.”

California has the power to destroy America’s freedom:  If this truth were known, every church in the United States would be backing us, and every believer in America would be praying and supporting us. That’s how vital our mission to California is for this nation.

 

The agenda that is oozing out of California is out to destroy every value you and I hold dear. If California leftists with their billions get their way, it will result in a horror for which there are no words. Democrats will create chaos and tyranny. Ignoring this will condemn your children and grandchildren to live in a world that is too terrible to describe. Worst of all, you won’t be there to protect them. 

Signs and wonders must accompany the preaching: The drugs, the lies, and the hatred are so thick that our crowds are beyond words.  By that, I mean that the demonic power which is blinding them, cannot be broken with words alone. That evil power must be broken, as God confirms His words with signs following.

That is why I am daily before God, seeking to surrender, in order to bring a new level of power in our tent meetings.

Again, I never ask for money on my blog. This time I must because the alternative is too terrible to describe.  But the wonderful part is that we can do the impossible!

I am asking for you to give me war bonds. That is exactly what they are! We are in a war for the very soul of a nation. We have been invaded by God-hating forces that will not back down. Our only choice is to follow our victorious Lord—the Lion of Judah, into this battle.

You know what is at stake. You know why I am asking. You know I will buy the tools and ammunition for total victory against the devil.  I am praying and believing that the Holy Spirit will move you to be bold, generous, and loving in your gift to the Cause of Christ in California.

Simply use this link to our donation page. https://mariomurillo.org/donate/

 

You can also text MMM to 91999 or mail a check made out to MMM to Box 7000 Reno NV 89520

Help me to do the impossible! I can’t thank you enough for your gift to win souls in California.

Mario Murillo

Breaking News

Finally, the Holy Spirit has released me to share this news about California with you! The supernatural flow that is carrying us southward down Highway 99 is increasing. The river is gaining speed and the current is growing stronger. Our firepower has been replenished. The momentum is remarkable.

And then, out of the blue, the Spirit of God said to me, “Your next meeting is in Fresno, but your next tent crusade is in little Dinuba, California.” Yeah, that seemed strange to me too!  Where is Dinuba? It is slightly south and east of Fresno, CA. I wondered, “Why are we going there?” God warned me not to let the size of Dinuba fool me.  He said that this city is a spiritual volcano.

Suddenly, we find that we have more favor here than in any other city where the tent has been.  The city has given us the best location possible for a tent crusade—the site where their new High School will be built.  And get this: the city is letting us use the land for free! We already know this will be our greatest tent crusade ever.

Now for another big piece of news:  God has given us a new strategy that we have never had before.  It is called The Night of Miracles.  The Spirit of God spoke very emphatically, “Go to one church in the city, and for one night only, give them the exact same experience they will have under the tent.  Most importantly, God said that from now on, this will be the very first thing you do in a new city.

This was the opposite of what we have been doing. We have not had a miracle rally first. We always laid the groundwork by having a luncheon for pastors and leaders. I had never tried this before. I had to fully trust God that it would work.

We went to Living Word Fellowship in Dinuba. 500 people filled the church. We were all stunned!  Then the Spirit of God broke out on the people, as He demonstrated His power by healing many.  It was as explosive as any previous night where we had held meetings under the tent.

Soon, the wisdom of God’s strategy became blazingly clear: the people had a foretaste of the tent, and they were electrified by the Glory of God! The left knowing exactly what to expect, and could invite friends and loved ones, with incredible expectancy.

Dinuba is set. The tent is going there. When is the Dinuba Living Proof Crusade? I am not going to tell you. Listen carefully.  After Dinuba we are taking the tent to Fresno. I would tell you the date and location but we are finalizing the use of a very strategic location. Living Proof Fresno will be an epic display of the miracles of God and soul winning.

What?? Wait – why? Hold on, let me explain.  I am not telling you, simply because I want you to focus all of your attention on the next announcement I am making.

Even though Dinuba is our next Living Proof Tent Crusade, it is not our next event. The event I want you to focus on, will take place on Sunday August 11th, at 6 PM. We are doing a Night of Miracles in Fresno. That’s right, Fresno. It’s the only night I want you to think about. It is a night where we will be facing demonic power. We know the Spirit of the Living God will stir up intense and deeply entrenched demonic power. For anyone who lives near Fresno, you must come, and you must bring someone who needs a miracle in their body and soul. I am not exaggerating. August 11th is the next demonstration of the Glory of God in our journey south, along Highway 99.

We had originally announced this date for August 4th but my staff needed a break after the World Convention. August 11th is the date!

We expect the windows of heaven to open and pour down upon us a drenching rain of the power and presence of the Holy Spirit.  At the very least, please pray with us for the August 11th meeting.  This Night of Miracles will break open the next phase of the river of God flowing down the Central Valley of California.

This night is not limited to folks from Fresno. I am asking the army of God that has been in all the previous tent meetings to drive down and be a part of this astonishing night.

Remember the location: Sunday, August 11th at 6 P.M., at the Covenant Worship Center, 1461 North Chestnut Avenue, Fresno, CA 97303.  

Pray. Bring someone. I will see you there!

 

 

 

 

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! 

 

 

HE IS THE REAL STORY

Yes, it was standing room only.  Yes, there were heart-stopping miracles.  But He is the real story.  He is at his job—an urge to go to the tent consumes him. If he leaves he is fired.  He leaves anyway.

He arrives at the tent ahead of the crowd.   He sits in a presence he does not understand.

Soon the crowd fills every seat.  The music and worship are all new to him.  A fire is building up inside him.  But nothing could prepare him for what happened next.

Is he really being asked to stand?  In front of all these people?  Somehow, he just didn’t care, he wanted, this power—that was turning his life inside out—to finish its work.

“You have 3 illnesses in your body beginning with your liver. God is healing you now.” With that, he is healed and he knows it.  “Now you need to be born again.”  He embraced new life in Jesus with all of his might.  “Now you will be baptized in the Holy Spirit.” 

At any other time in his life the instructions to receive the Holy Spirit might have been bizarre to him…but not tonight.  Now he is forcefully praying, out loud, in a language he never learned.

Who is this young man?  He is the reason we got this tent.  He is the prototype of a secret weapon God means to use on America.  He is a bona-fide member of the Lazarus Generation.

Not a soul in that tent could deny the miracle they had just seen.  This young man became a fuse for an entire wave of healings.  Ask anyone who was there last night.   They will tell you scores were healed.  They will recount to you how people cried out when their sickness was revealed and healed.

We are just hours away from the climactic meeting under this tent.  The anticipation is electric.  Faith for impossible cases to be healed is burning in hundreds of hearts.  Glory to God in the highest.  Join us if you can.

 

HOW A MIRACLE IN SAN FRANCISCO THREATENS TO TOUCH THE WHOLE NATION

Only 16 years old, he lived in a refrigerator box in a squalid part of the city.  His miracle is tied to our destiny.   To survive, he sold his body to older businessmen.  He slept by day and worked the nights.

HOW A MIRACLE IN SAN FRANCISCO THREATENS TO TOUCH THE WHOLE NATION

By Mario Murillo

His father was a drill instructor for the military.  They lived 100 miles from San Francisco. When the boy admitted he was gay, his father punched him in the face and threw him out.  His last words to his son were, “don’t ever come back here.”

The boy took a bus to San Francisco.  It was not the paradise he expected.  It was cold, cruel, and humiliating.  A large cardboard box became his home.  Then came a night of miracles.

After a long battle, we got a permit to put up a tent in the China Basin area of the city.  Night after night, lost souls, addicts, prostitutes and gang members streamed into that tent and found Jesus.

On this night, the Holy Spirit gave me a strange but clear command: “Turn up the volume!” I resisted because I did not want to offend the audience.   God won.

I turned it up loud enough to be heard 4 blocks away.  That’s how far away the boy slept in the box.  It woke him up!

The boy wandered into the tent and heard my message on the love of God.  The Holy Spirit came and overpowered him with love and conviction.   He felt hope for the first time in his life. He raised his arms to God and received all that Christ wanted to give him.  He became a new creation.

The next day he took a bus home to his abusive father.  His dad saw him, flew into a rage and beat him again. “I warned you never to come back here again!”  With that the dad slammed door.

The power of God kept the boy from leaving. He sat on the porch until the sun went down.  When the old man fell asleep in front of the television, the mother quickly went out to the porch and snuck her son into his old bedroom.

The next morning, the father got up and demanded his usual breakfast from his wife. Before he could lift a fork, something overwhelmed him.

He put all his food on a tray and headed to his son’s bedroom.  He propped up his son on pillows, brushed his hair back, kissed him on the forehead and gave him breakfast. Then he said to his boy, “Son, I do not know what has changed you, but it is changing this whole family.”

The next day, I got the strangest phone call ever. A gravelly voice was cussing me out.  “I do not know who the %#@!* you are.  Something changed my son, and I have got to have what he has.  So don’t give me any &%#@ Religion.  Just pray with me to have Jesus!”  I did.

This was the first miracle—a miracle that would mark our destiny.

Not a day passed where I didn’t dwell on the power of a tent to be at the right place at the right time.

This miracle marked me so deeply that one day our primary weapon would be a tent.  I knew that it would take another miracle to start our tent ministry. The challenge of a tent ministry is so great that it had to remain a secret passion for decades.

Then, this last April, I was a guest of Rick Wiles on the global news network TRUNEWS.   We had just finished a radio interview.  He looked at me and asked, “Is there anything your ministry needs?”

Before I could answer, he asked, “Can you use a tent?”  With that he donated a beautiful, brand new 8,000 square foot tent and chairs—not just any chairs—1,000 plush folding chairs from the sky boxes of an NFL stadium.

It took two 60 foot semi-trucks to transport the tent, tent poles, and chairs from Vero Beach, Florida to Reno, Nevada.  Now we were forced to start our tent ministry.

However, we needed another miracle—a really big one.  I knew what the Word of God meant where it says, “see if I will not pour out a blessing you will not have room to contain.”  Finding the storage was nearly impossible—figuring out how we would move the tent and chairs and then set it all up was, in fact impossible.  We had no way to use our gift.

Enter Frank Saldana and Inner-city Action.  Get this: God led Frank to begin training his crew about tents before we met.  This powerful ministry that feeds and clothes untold numbers of the poor and homeless began retooling itself for a tent ministry.

Soon they had semi-trucks, drivers, generators, lights, staging, and most all—experience getting permits and setting up tents.

While we would focus on crusading to win the lost and heal the sick, Inner-city Action would feed and clothe the poor.  It was a match made in heaven.

Today is the first day of our first crusade in our new tent.  At 5 PM, we open in Fink White Park ready to meet all human need by the power and love of Jesus Christ.  What a day this going to be.

What started with one boy’s miracle in San Francisco, has the potential to touch an entire nation.