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Just a heads-up to everyone,

I just published three new books and they are on Amazon ready to ship. I thought some of you might want to get some copies in printed form instead of the intermittent email.

1.     Revival Campaigns in Africa – 2019

Revival Campaign 2019-front coverThis is about the four mission trips I took this year – Nigeria, Liberia, Uganda, and the Congo. I wrote several articles while I was in each country I put this book together primarily for the sponsors who had supported our work so that they could see what they had paid for. It is, however, a great book for anyone who would like to know what it is like when you are in the midst of a revival campaign.

It’s a little expensive, $12.95, but that is because it is loaded with color photographs which effectively doubles the cost.

Link on Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1701909855

2.     Standing in the Gap: the Difference Between True and False Prophets

Gap-front coverI was asked by a friend who was meeting with many top leaders in the Church about what the difference was between real prophets of God and swarms of false prophets we see in today’s church. This is a favorite topic of mine. After sending him some preliminary articles, I decided to make a book about it. I believe this is an extremely important topic for the church today. There are two gospels out there today. False prophets, like Pied Pipers, lead us into a false sense of grace, while true prophets of God herald the way to holiness. They lead in two different directions, and whichever one we follow will determine where we end up.

Price: $4.95

Lin on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1734221305

3.     A Voice in the Wilderness – The Journey Begins

A Voice in Wilderness -front coverI have a lot of articles written – about 750. I was thinking the other day that’s twenty years worth of paper sitting in a file drawer. I decided that I needed to put it in print so I would have a legacy for my kids to know me by. This is the first installment. These are the newspaper columns from 1999. The rest will follow. There are some really great articles in there, as there will also be in the books that follow.

Price: 7.95

Link on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/0999469495

Here is a link to see the whole catalog of 13 books: https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Dalen+Garris&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss_2

Or just search Amazon under books for “Dalen Garris”.


Thanks for listening to me all these years. I believe we are coming to troublesome times and we will need all the exhortation and fellowship we can get.


Praise the Lord,

Brother Dale

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Mornings here are crisp and fresh and the sun feels sharp and strong. How refreshing it is to get up and meet the morning here!

My focus, however, is not so clear. We have been hard at it for over a month, starting with a 3-day conference in Rwanda, on to a week of services in the Congo, Burundi, back to Rwanda, and now finishing up in Uganda. We’ll have done 35 services by the end of tomorrow and I’m getting a little foggy. That’s why I haven’t written many articles on this trip. I’m just too tired.

But the reactions have been great. Service after service, these people get lit up and excited about the message. I suppose I should feel good that it feels like it has almost become routine. You know (yawn), just another supernatural service with the power of the Holy Ghost coming down. What else is new?

But it is anything but routine to these people. The Africans I meet in these small rural churches, and even in the bigger urban ones, have incredibly soft hearts. It is not hard to fall in love with them just by looking in their faces. Small wonder that after 10 years I keep coming back.

I will miss them. I will miss the rousing song services that lift your soul into the arms of God. I will miss the fresh exuberance they exhibit when they grasp what you’re saying and the light goes on in their heads. I will miss hearing them pray. And the altar calls of broken hearts crying out to God in deep passion for who knows how long. I will miss getting the reports of how the message transformed them and gave them the impetus to win souls, not only expanding their church, but planting more and more. They tell me, “You said to go out and win souls. So we did.” Hahaha. So you have. Keep going!

There comes a time when you have to step back from the sowing and allow the harvest to grow up out of the ground. Others will water and prune. And still others will harvest the crop. In the end, it is enough that I was here and had a part of what God is doing. I have always believed that the Great Last Days Revival spoken about in chapter 2 of Joel and in Isaiah 32 will begin here in Africa. Nowhere have I heard of a people with such a desperate hunger for God. God has to answer them.

The mornings are crisp and clear here and full of promise. A new day is beginning here. I may be tired and foggy, but I can feel the rays of promise cutting through the air.

Revival is coming.

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The last three days have been a total of six services.  Thankfully, the hall that we rented was directly across the street from our hotel.  Dale and I could walk across the street and rest between services. He was able to get the full message to this group of pastors from mixed denominations along with some question and answer time as well. Because it was “neutral ground” pastors came from different churches.  There were 4 women there who came all three days. The musicians had beautiful voices.   Our translator was right on!  He kept up with Dale, picked up on the issues and told them exactly what Dale said.  It was great!

       Many times we wonder with all the spiritual battles we go through, the cultural differences, and the general confusion if we are making a difference.  But we always get encouraged by someone or something.  I watch Dale pour himself into the message and pour himself out to these people.  I watch the people respond by sitting on the edge of their chair, writing notes or reading along in their Bible.  I watch their faces either gather darkness or shine in the light of understanding. They received the Four Steps to Revival book on the morning of the third day.  It was printed in Swahili and many of them were reading through it before the service started.  Dale had time to talk about agonizing and desperate prayer that last service.  This is not prayer for what You need, but prayer for what God wants:  souls to be delivered out of sin.  Souls to be freed from Satan’s lies.  Souls to ask Jesus Christ to come in their heart.  Souls to hunger and yearn for righteousness and commit their lives in service to God.
       The questions they asked were good–about the trend in America tolerating homosexuality, should they observe the sabbath, can you get saved if you don’t say a prayer in front of a priest or pastor, why do different denominations have different rules, and should women wear makeup?  Dale’s answers were right on the spot and in the Spirit.  Some cheering and clapping happened on some of the answers!  And everything he answered started with:  what does the Bible say?  What does Jesus say?  I’ll show you in the Bible what that means or what to do.  They can argue with our opinions and answers, but their soul knows when the Word speaks the truth and there is no argument with God.
       Pastors came up to Dale at the end and asked for a few more books so they can give them to others and spread this message of revival.  They understood the practical things he explained on how to read Bible, how to pray, and how to witness. Build a fire in your heart and others will see it and want the same.  Take care of the new souls that get saved.   Yes,  it will work for you here in the Congo.  He has planted the seed in their heart and now it is their choice of what to do with that seed.  Some of them are so bound by their denomination’s church regulations that they are afraid to step out and do it God’s way.  They have their congregation bound up in the grave clothes of man’s attempt at righteousness. Dale preached about Lazarus being in the grave, bound in the grave clothes, with a stone on the grave.  He commanded the stone (the old law) to be rolled away, He commanded Lazarus to come out, and He commanded the grave clothes to be unwrapped from Lazarus.  Lazarus was free!  You can be too!
       Sometimes we have to wait a little while to hear about the results of the meetings.  Sometimes we get to hear how God has moved right away.   Dale received an email from Pastor Theo and Pastor Momo in Liberia.  Dale has already forwarded that on to others.  In spite of the ebola issue, they have had 3 days of services and people are bold to preach and bold to come.  When you are given  truth and deliverance, ebola does not overwhelm you.  God gets all the glory!
       Saturday is our day off and we needed it.  Dale will be giving the message in a new church on Sunday morning. Then we will travel to Burundi on Monday.  I think my prayer request is this:  for the starving souls to be hungry for the truth, for the pastors to be true shepherds to their congregations, and for the people in the church to stop thinking about themselves and their problems and pray for others.
       Pray for the seed that has been planted to be watered and grow.  Pray for an incredible move of God and that we hear that at least Bukavu, Congo is turning to the Lord!

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In ten weeks’ time, Dale and I visited over 10 cities in four different countries, had from one to four services each at 21 different churches, and held 10 women’s meetings!

Our first stop was at Noah’s church in Uganda. Dale, Noah, and Daniel, an evangelist who came along to experience what revival is like in Africa, held crusades in 2 villages, one street crusade, and Sunday services in Noah’s church. In these villages over 400 souls got saved. Both these areas have not had churches established there because of the Muslim influence and witchcraft/demonic activity, but we planted a church in each place that is still thriving. At one of the meetings, a man was supernaturally delivered from a demon possession (he was completely insane, rolling on the ground, eating dirt, with cuts and scars from cutting himself). He got saved and has continued in the newly established village church! It was an incredible deliverance and testimony. When all the people saw this happen, they started bringing all their idols in to be burned. It was just like the Book of Acts! I visited the Ladies of Hope for two days and toured the recently purchased orphanage buildings and the school.

Our next three weeks were in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. In Goma, the first city we visited, we held services in six different churches, ministered to three different women’s groups, and visited a refugee camp church. The spiritual oppression is heavy there; you can feel it as soon as you cross the border into this dark country. We battled issues regarding jealousy among pastors, greed, hotel problems, government corruption, and the after effects of a country battered by many wars. While some people we met were only interested in what they could get from us, some pastors took the Four Steps to Revival message to heart and put it immediately into practice. They prayed for the unsaved souls and then went out witnessing to bring them in! We were so encouraged by their hunger and zeal it made the hardships easier to overcome.

We traveled to Bukavu, Congo on a 3 hour boat ride, which was a lot of fun! While in Bukavu, we ministered in two different churches. The Penuel Church was amazing. Our translator was one of the best in both ability and spirit. We spent four days there where I met with three different women’s groups, and Dale did a radio program, a TV broadcast, four revival services and the Sunday service. The Spirit of God moved in some powerful ways during those services. One woman who had been crippled for three years was healed…she made a point of finding Dale two days later to make sure he knew and saw her! Someone in the congregation was baptized in the Holy Spirit right during services! Many other testimonies of having the Lord touch them and feeling the anointing of the Spirit were told to us the last day we were there. They did not want us to leave. What a blessing!
As we crossed the border into Rwanda, you could feel the spiritual oppression lift off us. The people in Rwanda have a lot of issues because of the genocide 20 years ago. While we were there, the 20 year Memorial Service was held for the Genocide victims. We watched the service and heard the speeches on TV. All meetings were cancelled that first day across the whole country.

We had services in Kigali, Gitarama, and Cyangugu for a total of four churches. A woman who was deaf was healed in Pastor Robert’s church. At another church, our translator (and Noah’s brother) Emmanuel was so excited about the message of Revival, that he was getting the rest of his church excited! He was ready to start a fire under his pastor and everyone else! Pastor Isaiah had already taken the Four Steps to Revival message that he heard from Dale last year, and was conducting street crusades in several cities. Isaiah is a famous Gospel singer in Rwanda and he would take some equipment, set up on a corner, and start singing. Crowds would come and at the end of the “free concert” he would preach and souls would get saved!

We had a women’s conference out in one of the villages and about 250 women showed up! I am humbled by the women who endure such oppression with little spiritual nourishment. They were starving to have someone tell them they could endure and overcome and feel the Lord actually loved them.

Our last three weeks were in Nairobi, Kenya. Pastor Daniel was thankful that we came to the slum area that his church was in to preach a message that challenged his congregation. He is ready to organize another conference with many other pastors for this coming fall! Then we travelled to Namanga to preach at Pastor Samuel’s Maasai church for two days. Back in Nairobi, we ministered with Pastor Gideon, who was already on the path to revival. His church already had witnessing groups going out to win the unsaved to Christ. But after hearing Dale preach, he got down on his knees along with his whole congregation to ask for forgiveness and seek God’s power to win more souls! Our last church service was with Pastor Kibedi. During that service, several children were dedicated to the Lord and they had Dale ordain four new pastors.

Altogether, there were a total of 45 services and 12 women’s meetings. Many churches were energized, over 600 souls asked Jesus Christ into their heart, two crippled ladies were healed, many other illnesses were healed, a demoniac was delivered, and a deaf woman was healed. Even before we left some of these cities, we were hearing of more souls getting saved and women gathering together to read Bible and strengthen each other. In the Congo, the Lord showed the pastor that an American and a Ugandan would come together and bring revival in their church. Two weeks later, Dale and Noah were there! At another church in Rwanda, a woman who was a prayer intercessor praying for revival said that Lord told her He was sending someone from America … two weeks before we showed up. This has happened again and again and it just shows how hungry they are for revival and how desperate their need is for someone to come and show them the way.

We have planted seeds of revival everywhere we have gone. I know God is on the move to raise these people up with hope and vision to carry this message forward and to spread it across the land. I’m just so glad that I got to be a part of this to watch the hand of God move.

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The sigh of relief was palpable as our car crossed the border from the Congo into Rwanda. I’ve told many people that there is a demonic spirit of oppression that lies over this country, similar to what grips Nigeria. We could feel the instant relief as we crossed the river.

While that may cause some to want to stay away from the Congo, it strikes me as a spiritual call to action. Yes, this is a really hard place to minister in. There is a constant push to get money out of you, almost ingrained into their culture. Couple that with an unrelenting pushy attitude to get what they want regardless of whatever you say. I don’t even think they see it in themselves, it is so ingrained in the way they are, but it sure makes you want to scream sometimes.

But in the midst of the crowds, there are heroes. They get you. They fully understand that the Church has diminished into a hollow structure, echoing the glory from 40 years ago in a vain attempt to convince themselves that everything is good. They know how badly they need revival and are desperate for the messages that I bring. Others are shaken to the core with the message (it is a very hard message), because they readily admit that they know it is true and that they have been coasting on the ripples of the last move of God. They finally realize how much trouble they are in.

So why is there such an oppressive spiritual cloud hanging over this place? I know that a lot of the answer lies in the 15-year war that has cause over 5 million dead, untold thousands raped and tortured, and an entire generation warped with pain. Corruption and hate are the two ugly children that are birthed from horrors such as that. But perhaps there is more to it. Maybe Satan is scared of what might happen here and is doing his ugly best to keep the Spirit of God from piercing the darkness.

Could it be that all that pain might be a catalyst to break up the fallow ground to create a fertile soil for the Gospel to take root and grow? Is this a place where God’s mercy becomes magnified? He spends a lot of time talking about how much He loves widows and orphans. Well, there are plenty of both here. This place is rich with opportunities for God to bestow His mercy.

So, instead of running to easier venues like Kenya or Rwanda, should we instead be like the FDNY firemen who rushed into the Twin Towers while everyone else was trying to get out? They gave their lives so others might live. Is that not what we are called to?
We saw mighty outpourings here in service after service that those in the sedate churches in the West have not experienced in over a generation. Many received healing miracles, including two old women who were crippled but can now walk. Others received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit in tongues during the altar calls. Is this not evidence of the heart of God?

And if this is where His heart is, should not ours, in spite of the difficulties, be here also?

“If thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain; If thou sayest, Behold, we knew it not; doth not he that pondereth the heart consider it? and he that keepeth thy soul, doth not he know it? and shall not he render to every man according to his works?”
(Pro 24:11-12)

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Bukavu. Sounds like a place out of a children’s fairy tale, but it is real enough. Carved out of volcanic rock, the city spills over steep hills and narrow inlets hugging around Lake Kivu like a child hugging its’ mothers leg. There are well over a million people here, scrabbling out a living on the busy, clamorous streets that are lined with kiosks, street vendors and stores that are little more than small caves in the long line of buildings. Bukavu is a riot of activity and squalor, but there seems to be a rhythm beneath the surface that keeps it humming. I enjoy the buzz of the constant activity even though it is coated in a ubiquitous layer of dirt. It almost feels like the streets are alive, like a beating pulse of the city.
Bukavu is on the other side of the lake from Goma and has a completely different feel to it. While it may be dirty and clamorous, it has none of the dingy feeling that made Goma so dismal. It should be a small wonder that the difference is reflected in the attitudes of the people here. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but services here seem to be much more vibrant and alive and the people much more responsive.
I preach a hard message, to be sure, but it is what is necessary to break the outer shell of “church as usual” that has encapsulated our churches. The vibrancy and fire they once had has turned to embers, some not even glowing. To break through that, there has to be repentance – not the superficial kind that keeps us sitting in our pews, but the heartbroken kind that forces us to our knees. To rip away the cloak of mediocrity takes a strong message. Every place I have been acknowledge the truth of the message I bring – it’s hard not to when the anointing of the Holy Spirit is flowing – but not every church takes the message to heart. Some will; some won’t. Here in Bukavu, they get it; I’m not so sure about Goma.

ImageI spent my first three days at a small church with a raucous crowd. They were alive and shouting! They were so thankful for the message that they kept calling the pastor into the night to tell him so. Will they go to the streets and start reaping the lost? I believe they will.
Now I am at another church with a large congregation and several satellite churches. There is a notable difference here that can be felt as soon as they start singing. The Spirit of God is flowing here; you can feel it sweep you away in praise as the music takes you from one song to the next. The Congolese can really sing!
The first night, I felt energized throughout the message and then called for prayer. And pray they did – loud and with passion for almost 30 minutes! They just couldn’t stop. During that prayer, some people actually received the Baptism of the Holy Ghost with tongues. Yesterday, it was the same, but this time after they prayed they wanted a healing line. The Spirit of God was moving and they wanted more.
There are times when you pray and not feel anything. You just sort of hope something happens. This wasn’t one of those times. I don’t know how it is for anyone else, but for me, when the oil is flowing it feels like a gentle flowing of thick oil. It’s hard to describe, but that’s what happened last night. I know at least one old lady who was crippled and could not walk without a walking stick, told me that she was now healed. I suspect I will hear more testimonies when I return tonight.
The Congo is a hard place. The suffering they have gone through is terrible, the conditions are stark, and life is hard. It’s not hard to see why so few evangelists, especially from the West, ever come here. But these are the kinds of places where the mercy of God really shines. I’m glad I’m here – I’ll be more than ready to leave when it’s time, but I’m glad I am here to take part in what God is doing here.


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We’re done in the Congo. What a different experience that was!  I am glad to be done but I feel like I am missing something and there’s a slight heaviness inside me.

There was something about the Congo that was very hard and dark and was like pushing through a swamp of thick darkness, like wading through soup.  Hard to describe, but you’d know what I meant if you had been here.  Nigeria is similar, but with a different feel.  Don’t ask me to explain it.

I’ve been in dark places before and they are always hard, but something about the Congo wore me out.  True, I was preaching two and three times a day with few breaks.  Typical “church preaching”, which is more like giving a spiritual lecture to your friends, does not wear you out, but when the anointing falls down on you and washes through you and pours out over the pulpit, it drains you like nothing else.  You can ask Noah. He can tell you what it has been like and how drained I am at the end of the day.

Still, there was something hard about the Congo that wore me out after barely 3 or 4 weeks. Maybe if I had read more or prayed harder; maybe my physical health was not fully recovered from the heart attack; maybe it was the weather,… Whatever it was, I ran out of gas after Uvira.  They had cancelled the meetings in Kalemi because the rebels were fighting along the road that led to that city, and they made some quick arrangements for a small place called Baraka.  I could have gone.  Actually, I could have gone to Kalemie if I had just taken the boat around the fighting.  But I didn’t.  I grasped at what seemed like a wonderful opportunity to run.

Nobody blames me, especially Noah.  He was going through the same stuff that I was and was just as ready to go as I was.  Baraka seemed like a poor substitute for Kalemie.  It was hastily slapped together and I’m not even sure the people in Baraka were expecting me, so it was not a big deal if I didn’t go.  Everyone knew I had been pushing hard this past month, even too hard.

But none of that reassures me.  I could have gone.  Maybe I could have made an eternal difference in who knows how many lives.  Maybe they would have burst into revival and lit the fires everywhere else.  Maybe, maybe. But I didn’t go. I simply ran out of gas.

I am now sitting in Uganda in a nice hotel, burning up $75 a day.  True, I need to organize the Ladies of Hope with their purses, get pictures and videos, and figure out the shipping and whatever else is needed to streamline the process – a much needed thing that cannot be done from home.  I will also visit the Pygmies, which will do wonders to encourage them since they look at me as the Grandfather who was responsible for starting the whole movement that led to their salvations.  And I will visit some churches that have been pleading for years for me to come.  All good things, but did I miss a calling when I did not push through to Kalemie?

Folks will say not to beat myself up, look at all you have done, but I remember learning early that the call of God will press you to take it all the way through and not stop just short of total victory.  The heart of the struggle will always be in that last push at the end.  That is true about all aspects of serving the Lord, including prayer and fasting, seeking His face, and overcoming sin.  It’s that last drive to overcome that makes us victorious.

Some will say that I am preaching a hardline Gospel that is extreme — and they would be correct — but it is against a backdrop of the stark reality of a vicious, intense spiritual war that cannot be seen with the carnal eyes but which is more real than the world we see.  Wars are not won by compromise, neither are battles won by giving in to excuses.  God gives us the power to fight those battles to the victory, but we must avail ourselves of that power.  He won’t do it for us, but He will give us the power to do it.  And He never said it would be easy.

I don’t know if I was supposed to soldier on to Kalemi or not.  Maybe I would have been so worn out and empty that I couldn’t have delivered what they needed to receive.  Or maybe He would have picked me up and kept me going.  Who knows?  I do know this, however, that the battle for the Congo has only just started.  These were the opening salvos in what will be a ferocious struggle to break through the decayed walls of dead religion and rekindle the fires of revival.  They know that the message I bring has shattered the chains that they are under right now. They can see the victory.  We just have to push it all the way through.

I don’t know if I will be able to get back there. Money is the biggest challenge facing me. I am only able to do what I do because of a handful of faithful donors, but so much more is needed.  Ultimately, however, it is not up to me to fight their battles for them – my job is simply to point them in the right direction.  I may strike the match, but they have to fan the flames. Wars are not fought by single persons but by the entire army.

You may say, what does that have to do with me?  I am sitting in Christian America, sedate and secure. We have churches everywhere and everyone knows the Gospel.  Yes, but you have no revival. Just a bunch of Laodecian churches, smothered in their comfort and mediocrity.  I am convinced that our spiritual revival depends on the battles that are being fought right now in Africa.  The fire will begin there and spread around the world.

The War of Armageddon has begun.  It is being fought in prayer rooms as true Christians rise up to meet the challenge and tear into the fervor of battle on their knees.  It is just beginning, but the intensity will rise as we approach the focal point of the final battle. Warriors will be forged and heroes will rise; battles will be fought and victories will be won; but they will not be won through compromise or excuses.  We have been called to fight, to overcome, and to win.


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Altar Call

Altar Call

A new thought can be a fragile thing. The slightest grimace or frown can extinguish it from blossoming.  But sometimes a new thought, can get a foothold on possibility and can be a powerful catalyst in creating great things.  That’s how it appears to be here in the Great Lakes of the DRC.

We started in Goma at the top of Lake Kivu, moved down to Bukavu at the bottom of the lake, and now we are in Uvira at the top of Lake Tanganyika.  Next week, we head further down Lake Tanganyika to Kalemi. This is a rift in the topography like a vertical line that produces lakes that are deep and long.  It also may be the place where the Great African Revival begins.

It’s just a new thought; a gut feeling, if you would.  Back in America, folks would probably smile condescendingly at my ambitious optimism, but here that thought is gaining traction, not as a possibility, but as a exciting reality.

I spoke to one of the main bishops here today. He has heard about the explosive services that we have been having.  He sits there and stares at me as I recount the vision I have for revival – a new thought to us perhaps, but a living reality to him.  This is what they’ve been waiting for, praying and fasting and crying out to God to revive them again like He did in 1971.

They are convinced that the Lord has told several of them that He is sending someone to bring revival to this Great Lakes Area. They know it, they feel it in their bones, it cries to them out of their very soul.  Just a new idea, but when they hear the message we are preaching and experience the Anointing that comes down in our services, that idea becomes a burning light. More like a flaming torch.

Maybe this is why this trip has been such a never-ending battle. Satan knows. Or at least he can see the signs and can figure out what is coming. This is not a new thought for him; it is his worst nightmare.

Like the bud of a tender plant breaking through the clods of dirt, reaching up to soak up the sunshine, this idea is coming up fast. Once it takes hold, it can grow to be a mighty Oak tree.  Even a tree as great as the Tree of Life had to start from a seed.

Such are the ways of a new thought.

Keep praying.

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I knew it was going to be good; I just didn’t expect it to be that good.

My last service here in Bukavu, Congo is at a fairly large church where we have been having the seminars for the pastors from this organization. Cepac is the 8th largest denomination in the Congo, and these pastors have come from all over the country.

I knew I was going to have a good message because I got something from the Lord at breakfast for sure, for sure, and I knew I had it. Of course, I didn’t know what I had yet, but I knew it was coming from John chapter 5, the Pool of Bethesda, and from Jeremiah 23, about the false prophets. Somehow they were linked, but I had no idea how. Oh well, let Him lead and I will follow and we will see where He takes us.
Stepping into the church was something else. The place was packed to the gills, the whole floor, both wings, and up in the balconies. If there was room to sit somewhere, I don’t know where it would have been. As I started getting ready (I still don’t know what the message is) I started praying and the Spirit just sorta came down on me like a bang and I started laughing. Not the silly spirit like there was in Toronto, but the laugh of faith when the Holy Spirit drops down on you. “Faith Laughs” is the old Brush Arbor saying. I knew it was going to be good … whatever it was.
Well, the message fit together like a jig saw puzzle, as is always the case when God is preaching the message, and then all of a sudden it was over and time for the Altar Call. At first, no one responded, but I could feel it that there were people out there that were harboring secret sins, and for revival to visit this church, all sin had to go.
I was about to close the altar when an old man came down. Wonderful, we have a soul. Then a woman came. Great, we have two. … then a couple young people … then two or three more … and then here they came. And came. And came. They just kept coming! I was beginning to wonder where they were coming from. Close to 250 souls answered the call for Salvation.
Were they first-time salvations? I don’t know, but does it matter? They had sin on their soul that they had to get rid of, saved or unsaved, and revival was not going to come unless the church was clean.
What made the difference here? Everywhere we have gone, it has been like this – maybe not as big, but at least as emotional. I believe that their desperate hunger for God is born from the terrible suffering they have gone through … and are still going through. War is still going on around us and life is hard.
I try to imagine what it would be like to have lost your husband, to have your sons butchered in front of you, to have you or your daughter raped multiple times, have lost everything you ever had, and now you are living under a tarp in a refugee camp until the next outburst of rebels come and start a new round of slaughter. True, not everyone is a refugee, but the war has deeply affected everyone. No one has not been touched. 5.7 million people have died in these wars – how could they NOT be affected.
Revivals are born out of desperation. This may be the people that God chooses to confound the wise, the mighty, the rich, and the comfortable so He can show forth His mighty power. That would be just like Him.
They are certainly praying like they are.


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What a tumultuous place this is!

It’s not just the winds of war that shift back and forth across this city, or the very real threat of an active volcano looming over it spewing out its smoke and grit, but there is a spiritual unrest here as well.  Goma is a city in the Congo that has not had rest in an entire generation or more. Probably longer than that.

I am leaving on a jet boat tomorrow for Bakavu, a city on the other end of Lake Kivu, and I am not sorry to leave. I will miss the people, but not the grit, smoke, or the unrest. Nevertheless, something happened here during these services that has broken spiritual barriers.  It’s one of those things you can feel rather than explain, but ask any of these pastors and they will launch into a tirade of excited Swahili to let you know what has happened to their churches.  Counting the service tonight, there have been somewhere between 400 to 500 people who have come forward during the altar calls this week, and many more who have been energized to take the message of revival to the streets.  I think we have had a major impact on the churches of this city that will transform them from helpless, wishful dreamers to active, on fire soldiers for God.

Today, I met the lady who started this whole thing.  This is just like one of the stories you hear about how revivals have gotten started in the past.  She and her husband had a little church that just would not grow. Determined to get a hold of God for revival, she started contending in prayer four years ago for God to send revival here.  Two years later, God told her He was sending someone and that revival would break out in her very own church.  Then He showed her a vision of what the guy looked like … which explains why she has been hanging on me ever since I have arrived.  She saw me long before I ever got here!  This was God’s absolute confirmation that He had not only heard her, but that, like Cornelius, her prayers had come up in remembrance before Him and He was marshaling Heaven to answer her prayers.  Wow, I get chills just thinking about it.

This has happened to me several times in different places in Africa.  These people have such open souls with God and have such desperation in prayer that He can easily do the supernatural with them.  I don’t know how to explain it but they just don’t have the barriers on their hearts that we have.  If we were as desperate as they were and if we would rend our hearts in prayer like they do, maybe we would have the same intimate relationship that they have.  It has something to do with simplicity, need, and desperate hope that spawns a faith that drives them through to the Throne of God.

Tomorrow we start in a new city – we have three more cities to go to before we head home.  Usually, the intensity and tempo speed up as I enter into the 2nd and 3rd weeks of a campaign, but the fire has already started to burn.  Only God knows what awaits us as we take this message further into this country of desolation, war, and darkness.

Keep praying. 

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