I am not a prophet. I am something else. God ordered me to warn the American churches of an impending disaster—to rebuke rampant immorality: abandoning the Word of God, and political hypocrisy. God ordered me to expose the tyranny of the left and wake up as many drowsy Christians as possible.
Ironically, few criticized me when I preached against gang violence, poverty, heroin and crystal meth. But they attack me for exposing the worst gang and the most addictive narcotic: leftist socialism.
But I am not a prophet! Amos said, “I am not really one of the prophets. I do not come from a family of prophets. I am just a herdsman and fruit picker. But the Lord took me from caring for the flocks and told me, ‘Go and prophesy to my people Israel.”-Amos 7:14
I was just minding my own business winning souls. Leading addicts, gang bangers, and students to Jesus is my life. Only my wife and a few very near to me know the price I’ve paid. I have lost friends. I have been banned from some churches. And no wonder!
This blog put a spotlight on a hideous, hidden condition. Churches were tacitly approving abortion, same sex marriage, and many other leftist democrat views in order to hold on to their members.
When you consider the content of the blog it is a miracle that it has spread to millions of readers. It preaches a message that few ever get in church anymore. It breaks every axiom of social media. Instead of using video—a far more effective means of attracting an audience—I was limited to the written word. There is no natural way to explain it’s expanding influence except God. However, it is here to warn!
If I am not a prophet, then what is my office gift? I am an Evangelist! That is all I want to do is see mass revival with signs and wonders. I have never stopped winning souls! I will never stop winning souls!
Someone else was supposed to take this mantle to prophesy that weighs so heavy on me. The Lord revealed to me that someone was unwilling to lose their reputation to stand in the gap for America. I was not God’s first choice for this! Now I must issue a fresh warning.
Because of the yawning sickness in the American church that was demonstrated in the mid term elections. Because millions of so-called Christians voted for the Democrat Party. Because they sat in churches. Heard murky messages…and in many cases were even urged by pastors—hired guns bought and paid for by the likes of George Soros—to vote for leftists—they are bringing the judgement of God. They are the proverbial wolves in sheep’s clothing.
Those false ministers—who form covenants with darkness—who are muzzled by politics—who can’t condemn abortion, the destruction of marriage, Islam and the anti-God violence, face special danger—they have grieved the Holy Spirit.
The ideas and values that created America are almost gone. That makes the carnal church special villains in the eyes of God. Ananias and Saphira were not destroyed simply because of their crime—it was also because of when they were committed it. They did it in a strategic time when many miracles were taking place.
Amos was not a prophet per se but he was recruited to expose the rogue altars that corrupt priests had built to replace the central altar. They introduced superstitions that were outside the word of God. Amos told them “tear them down or God will!”
Amos 3:13 says, “Hear and testify against the house of Jacob,” Says the Lord God, the God of hosts, 14 “That in the day I punish Israel for their transgressions, I will also visit destruction on the altars of Bethel; And the horns of the altar shall be cut off And fall to the ground. 15 I will destroy the winter house along with the summer house; The houses of ivory shall perish, And the great houses shall have an end, Says the Lord.” Can this mean that lavish centers of worship can suddenly go missing? Can we afford to assume they cannot?
Two years after Amos prophesied, an earthquake destroyed everything Amos targeted.
But Isaiah said, “tell the righteous it shall be well with them.” This is the hour for the remnant who love God and seek His face to feel comfort. You will be spared.
In fact, at this moment, heaven is releasing power for miracles, words of prophetic might, and great resources to do the work of God. Those who have kept their integrity–and perhaps labored in obscurity not seeing results—will receive great power and multiplication.
For the rest there remains an ominous warning: In your carnality, you are one the greatest threats to freedom. You are aiding and abetting the destruction of a great miracle—the miracle of liberty that came from our Declaration of Independence and our Constitution.
If the church will not rise up and speak…God will turn even nature against us to spare America. Matthew Henry said something chilling in his commentary on Amos: “If men will not destroy idolatrous altars, God will, and those with them that had them in veneration.”
Someday soon, all I say will be confirmed. I will be released from this prophetic mandate. I am not a prophet. I am an Evangelist.
The History of Mario Murillo Ministries is the story of tenacity and grit in the face of impossibilities. We have preached during campus riots. We have faced bomb threats. We have had cults show up to disrupt our gatherings. No matter what, we have gone ahead, and finished what we started.
Earlier this year, you may remember, even with excruciating pain in my spine, I went ahead and preached 6 nights in our tent in the inner city of Las Vegas. I simply would not quit.
Anyone who knows me, knows I do not quit. If there is an event where souls are going to be reached and there is adversity I will not cancel. That is why I am shocked at myself at what I am about to tell you: we must postpone our tent crusades in Houston and in San Antonio. And, it makes me angry, with divine anger to cancel. These were two amazing opportunities. It is killing me to delay them.
1 Thessalonians 2:18 says, “Therefore we wanted to come to you—even I, Paul, time and again—but Satan hindered us.” There it is! Satan hindered us. Notice that Paul did not tell the Thessalonians what Satan had done to hinder them. He must have had his reasons.
Like Paul, I cannot tell my reasons at this time either. I know that when the time is right I will tell you.
However, this attack should come as no surprise to anyone who is watching the flood of mob mentality, the deep division, hatred, betrayal, and lukewarm faith that are rampant across America.
More than anything, I need you to believe me…we would never make a decision like this lightly. It is critical because we are going to be criticized for cancelling. Again, I quote Paul the Apostle in the Message Bible translation:
Paul said, “Confident of your welcome, I had originally planned two great visits with you—coming by on my way to Macedonia province, and then again on my return trip. Then we could have had a bon-voyage party as you sent me off to Judea. That was the plan. Are you now going to accuse me of being flip with my promises because it didn’t work out? Do you think I talk out of both sides of my mouth—a glib yes one moment, a glib no the next? Well, you’re wrong. I try to be as true to my word as God is to his. Our word to you wasn’t a careless yes canceled by an indifferent no.” 2 Corinthians 1:15-19 MSG
The tent, chairs and mountains of equipment were ready. The trucks were ready. The sites were locked in. Everything was in place. We invested thousands of dollars. We were moving an army to Houston and San Antonio. Then this crisis struck.
What breaks my heart, is not just the souls we could have reached, but the amazing core of volunteers that worked so hard to help us. I commend you all for demonstrating the real love of Jesus. Please don’t give up!
This is not over! We will see these outreaches. The devil will pay—brutally pay for this attack. God bless you for hanging in there with me. As soon as I can, I will tell you more. Until then I need you to storm heaven in prayer for us.
It was not just a tent meeting it was God publicly displaying His power to do the impossible. From the jump, we were handed a long list of impossibilities. It was impossible to get the site we needed. It would be impossible to go 6 straight nights and hope for any kind of a crowd. It was impossible to get churches to cooperate with each other in a city notoriously called a graveyard for preachers.
We would be in the shadow of Burning Man—a gigantic event known worldwide—no one will know you are here. Some even referenced the strong winds that blow in September here in the mountains. At every turn, we faced a threat that promised to end our vision for Living Proof Reno.
Then I was given a direct order from the Holy Spirit: 6 straight nights of miracle rallies. Even as a young man, a single night of miracles could drain me for days. At most, I remember doing 3, maybe 4 in a row. Now I was to do 6!
I cannot describe what happened in those 6 nights. It would take me months to do it justice. However, many are saying this tent meeting is a turning point for this area. I wish I could go into detail about every testimony of healing—there were scores and scores who were touched by Jesus. I wish I could portray the moments when souls met Jesus in dramatic ways. Many who simply walked in off the street and were overcome by the power of God.
Friday night was one of the greatest manifestations of the Holy Spirit I have seen in 50 years of ministry. There is no doubt we could have continued these meetings and they would likely have grown in attendance and intensity. There is a big reason we cannot stay in Reno.
I need to talk to you about Houston Texas, and San Antonio Texas. We are doing something now that is even more challenging than Reno. We are like an army coming out of a great battle and turning to march to an even greater battle. The biggest challenge we face is time.
I am especially directing my appeal to leaders, Pastors and concerned Christians. I am coming to Houston October 22nd and to San Antonio October 23rd to meet you! I am asking anyone who has a heart to see a miracle to join me. Register by clicking here: https://app.mobilecause.com/f/1xez/n
We are still scrambling to catch up from the 4 months that I was flat on my back. We had seriously talked about cancelling the great invasions in the inner cities of Houston and San Antonio. The Holy Spirit said to go in faith and believe for an epic breakthrough.
How can we cancel while the nation writhes in the agonies of addiction, political hatred and division? How can we cancel when cities are ravaged by violence? How can we be silent when God-hating mobs are filling our youth with lies?
That is why no matter what the cost—no matter how draining—no matter what the danger we will bring to Houston and San Antonio the kind of meetings America saw in the 1950s when miracle evangelists turned cities upside down!
I need your help. I am praying as I have never prayed before for God to send us workers. Would you like to see addicts delivered? Prostitutes transformed? Gangsters made into new creations? Then join our army!
I am especially directing my appeal to leaders, Pastors and concerned Christians. I am coming to Houston October 22nd and to San Antonio October 23rd to meet you! I am asking anyone who has a heart to see a miracle to join me.
I’ll have coffee and donuts for you but most of all I have a plan form God and fire from the Holy Spirit for you to make history!
I know this is all short notice, but God does some of His works on short notice. The Bible says, “Then Hezekiah and all the people rejoiced that God had prepared the people, since the events took place so suddenly.” -2 Chronicles 29:36
The doctor told me I had one of the worst disk injuries he had ever seen. This was my 4th doctor. I survived 5 months of excruciating pain—but the worst was yet to come. He told me I needed surgery fast. But, choosing the best neurosurgeon meant I had to wait. Waiting in pain—not knowing how long you’ll wait—is a hard thing.
During that season, I could not understand what was happening to me. Our tent crusades were shut down. I wondered if I would ever be able to stand again.
We get an appointment. Even though the neurosurgeon had all my X-rays, his office ordered me to rush and get a new set 1 day before my appointment. We had no idea how important that was.
We finally see him. He says, “I compared your new and old X-rays. Mario, this is a miracle. If you had come in 4 weeks ago, I would have had to operate. It means going in through your stomach, leaving an 8-inch scar on your abdomen. Even then, there was no promise you’d get better, and you’d face a year of rehab. But something changed and now all you need is physical therapy.” God makes us wait for good reasons.
I am excited because my injury even without surgery should take a year to recover. Instead I am restored and, on a soul-winning vendetta.
Satan attacked me to stop our tent crusades. He was frustrating an urgent project. We have been building an industry around our tent. We have amassed equipment, soldiers, and systems for a mighty evangelistic weapon. One of our most important developments is our teamwork with Inner City Action and Frank Saldana.
We developed an explosive training program called FIREPOWER. This training is going to give us a national army.
Last year, it took several months prepare to do just one Living Proof Tent Crusade. Now all the working parts are in place. The machine is humming!
I am excited because we are going to do three crusades before Thanksgiving! Here are the details:
Living Proof Houston TX
Living Proof San Antonio TX
My injury was one of the greatest tests of my life. Strange as it may seem, the Lord visited me every night and poured in revelation and insights to the future of America. He told me I would see unprecedented miracles—radical healings. He told me He would pour out His Spirit on the inner cities and send forth a shock army—made up of people who were thrown out like garbage.
He warned me to expect revival in small churches among broken-hearted pastors. He told me He was going to start a movement to break the political curse on America.
Yeah, I am excited…how could I not be! -Mario Murillo
P.S. I know this sounds strange, but you need to pray about being in Reno for our Living Proof Crusade there. Every atom of my being resonates with expectancy for this one event. If you know anyone in need of a miracle—do what you must to get them under the tent! To know more call us at 775 238 3473 or click here mariomurillo.org MM
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.
I asked you to pray. God sent the answer! The moment we’ve waited for is here—something I have waited for all my life is here. It was a dream hidden in the deep recesses of my soul. It could not have arrived at a more pivotal moment. It is our turning point.
OUR NEW TENT IS GOING UP IN FRESNO! Mario Murillo Ministries along with Frank Saldana and Inner-City Action and many local ministries are coming to Fresno. We are setting up our tent on October 18th and it will be up until at least October 24th.
Our message to Fresno is bold! “America can’t solve addiction, violence, poverty, and injustice. Only one thing can heal us. Jesus proved He was the Son of God by doing the things no one has ever done. Let us prove His miracle can still happen to you. Start the life you’ve always wanted.”
The entire spectrum of human need will be touched. Food and clothing for the needy. Tangible opportunities for freedom from poverty and addiction. The Holy Spirit will heal and deliver all who need miracles.
Not only this but a revival fire with engulf the church. Everything is set. We have the tent. We have the provisions. The only thing left to do is decide on the exact tent location. We have three options. We will know within two days.
The miracle began to unfold while I was with Rick Wiles on the global news network TRUNEWS. We had just finished a poignant and controversial 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?” He might has well have asked, “Can nitro use glycerin?” He had no idea—only God and my wife had any idea how I ached for a tent. Why a tent?
Rick Wiles did not just give us a tent—he gave us a brand new 10,000-square foot tent cathedral. And—can you believe it—he threw in 1,000 plush folding chairs that came out of the sky boxes of an NFL stadium. I couldn’t breathe because of the excitement I felt.
Rick and TRUNEWS also began sending us monthly sacrificial gifts toward our million-dollar goal. Then they hired two 60-foot semis to transport the tent and chairs all the way from Vero Beach, Florida to Reno, Nevada.
This is the moment we have been waiting for: To connect hearts with pastors and leaders in a desperate city—to have the tent and equipment to take to that city—to secure the ground needed for an extended invasion—to gather an army from across America to help us apply the healing balm of the Gospel to an open wound.