Crusades & Revivals
Testimonials
Fire Miracle in Church
In Odessa, Texas, in 2011, during one of our services, a Prophetic utterance was given that said, “The Lord says that there is going to be a manifestation of fire in the service.” Although I never voiced my feelings, I (Mark) was doubtful of the Word, because although I obviously believe in signs, wonders, and miracles, I was the pastor in charge, and I am supposed to lead people to not be so dramatic, and after all, how could there be fire inside a wooden structure without burning down the building?
After 2 or 3 minutes, the lights in the church began to flash, the speakers began to wail as if someone had a microphone in front of one of them, and the soundman and I were baffled. To my right, Roy A. Key was standing, and he was serving as an usher. Roy suddenly grabbed one of his feet and started jumping up and down, shouting, “my foot’s on fire, my foot’s on fire”! He promptly sat down on the edge of the platform and pulled off his cowboy boot and revealed a hole burnt in the heel of his sock, with a burn on his heel. I took out my phone and took a photo of it, and I asked him when he had bought those socks. He said, “They’re brand new. I just opened the package of socks.
Roy had been diagnosed with several ailments, among which was Multiple Sclerosis, and he has received healing from every one, and I cannot help but think that this had something to do with his overall healing.
I feel the need to stress that I (Mark) had nothing to do with this miracle, other than being there and holding a meeting in an atmosphere where this could happen. Jesus performed that sign and miracle by Himself because He loved Roy and all of us observers.
Ciudad Acuña, Coahuila Campaign
Through our relationship with the Orphanage, Pastor Rick Worlitz and I were introduced to the Mayor’s staff in Ciudad Acuña, which is a city of 250,000 people, across the border from Del Rio, Texas.
We have been warned several times by all kinds of people in the know, all on the Texas side of the Border to avoid the areas around the Mexican State of Coahuila due to terrorism. We checked with God, and He had told us to go, so we went, and with the help of Yankton Community Fellowship of St. Helens, Oregon; several churches and pastors; GX International from Kansas City; and Missionary Nate and Rute Tanner, we were the main guests at the annual “Acuña Vive” (Acuña Lives) celebration.
We were given access to the public schools, and with the help of the area Gideons, we handed out hundreds of Spanish New Testaments, put on shows in the high schools, and prayed for salvation with well over 500 students. We were also given free access to public parks and streets, and thanks to the joint effort, many more were won due to the signs, wonders, and miracles happening in the public eye.
In one park, people were getting up out of wheelchairs, and whatever sickness we encountered was healed. There was one elderly man seated in a wheelchair with his lovely wife standing behind him, taking such good care of him. We prayed for him and said, “Get up and walk in Jesus’ Name!”. He shook his head NO! We said, “You could walk if you wanted to, right?” He said, “Of course I could. I can feel it.” We asked him why he didn’t get up, then. We laughed as he said, “Because for the first time in many years my wife is being nice to me! I don’t want to risk it!” He was so funny, and his wife shrugged her shoulders.
The Spanish- and Portuguese -speaking 3rd World just to our south is so ready for Jesus, and it needs you!
Maya Princess Alma
In 2024, Alma and I traveled to extreme southern Mexico to visit the Maya Indians. When we arrived, we spent a couple of days with some friends, Apostle Juan Jesús Pérez González and Pastor Félix Pacheco from Ephrata, Washington.
We traveled from Tuxtla Gutierrez, Chiapas, to the high jungle villages on the way up to the volcano, near the Guatemalan border. When we arrived, we met a people, all Natives, who mostly spoke an Indian dialect, with a few that could speak Spanish. Sister Alma immediately fell in love with the Tribe and got right alongside of the ladies working, making tortillas, Indian bread, cooking, and boiling coffee beans. Everything we ate while there was picked fresh from the jungle. We traveled from Native mission station to Native mission station, preaching (in Spanish to a Native translator) and getting to know all the sweet people present.
Many supernatural things happened. When we were at the very last Maya mission, the ladies called Alma up on the platform and officially adopted her as a Maya princess. They gave her the clothes that all the ladies wear and told her that since she wasn’t Mayan, she could not be queen, so they made her a princess. She had proven herself worthy by falling in with them, working hard alongside with a big smile like the Mayan ladies had. It was quite an honor.
After we returned to the United States, someone asked us what the Natives in the jungle were like. We both said, “They were perhaps the poorest people we have ever met, but at the same time, the richest people we have ever met.” We have made one other trip besides that one and plan on several more to come in the future.
City of God Orphanage
If the reader knows our ministry, he or she knows that we carefully care for the needs of the City of God Orphanage in Jimenez, Coahuila, in Mexico. We pay for food, clothes, basic needs, including tuition from K-College, and medical costs. We also make onsite visits 4-5 times per year, and along with the kind help of other churches and ministries, we take groups out there once or twice a year to complete big remodeling or construction projects.
During one of our trips with a big group, we were doing some basic remodeling, and one of the carpenters told me that there seemed to be a beehive in the eaves of one of the buildings. I gave him a can of wasp spray and told him to just spray that on them and that would be the end of them.
The carpenter went to the building and sprayed the wasp spray into a hole in the eave where the bees were coming in and out. He jumped off the ladder and ran for his life! The orphanage is about 10 acres, and suddenly everyone outside, including me, was being attacked by bees! I was stung 3 times, and the poor carpenter was stung 8-10 times. We all ran inside, and one of the ladies doctored the carpenter and gave him Benadryl for the stings, and every time we tried to go outside the bees would attack. One of the Mexicans that lived there told us that they had killer bees in the area, so we called 911 and told the operator that we were being attacked by killer bees. She said that they would send a car to the orphanage.
A Mexican highway patrol car pulled up, and I went outside, keeping my eyes open for dive-bombing bees, and they were laughing and they were scoffing in a friendly sort of way, and said, “OK, where are those bees?” I said, “Gentlemen, thank you for your help, but they are over there, but please be careful.” They marched toward the building, and before they got too close, they came running back shouting, “Killer bees, killer bees!”
I ran inside, and they got on the radio, and another couple of highway patrol vehicles came out and blocked the highway both ways, and a fire truck came out, and using their fire hoses and Dawn detergent, broke down the sheetrock on the affected wall of the building and, through many stings and with much bravery, dispatched the killer bees.
They told us that we should understand how blessed we were because nobody died, and had a child gotten into that, it would have been fatal because they had seen those bees kill horses. The story wound up on the front page of the local newspaper.
Speaking of children, the photo is of a certain precious little girl, who almost every time we visit, climbs up in my lap, puts her little arm around my neck, and looks me in the eyes and says, “OK, let me ask you a question. Do you have a daughter at home?” I always smile and feel my heart in my throat and say, “No, I don’t,” and she always responds, “Well, remember, I’m available, and I’d like you to be my daddy.” It is always so emotional, but for a US citizen to adopt one of the children is very difficult, and Alma and I would be considered too old. Maybe someone reading would be interested?
