Stayed tuned!  A truth is about to revolutionize you.  This blog is no light thing.  It does not bear a hollow threat.  It is not fluff, fanfare, or hype.  It is—for the devil—the things that nightmares are made of. Read on.

Now I can tell you, for the first time, how bad the attack was. It was more vicious, cruel, and strategic than any previous attack. It was designed to wipe out our outreach and break my spirit.  Psalm 69: 1-3 was my prayer:

“Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck. 2 I sink in deep mire, Where there is no standing; I have come into deep waters, Where the floods overflow me. 3 I am weary with my crying; My throat is dry; My eyes fail while I wait for my God.”

Matthew Henry commented on these verses: “David complains of the deep impressions that his troubles made upon his spirit.  The waters of affliction, those bitter waters, have come unto my soul, not only threaten my life, but disquiet my mind; they fill my head with perplexing cares and my heart with oppressive grief, so that I cannot enjoy God and myself as I used to do.

The considerations that used to support and encourage him now failed him, or were out of the way, and he was ready to give himself up for gone. He sought for something to comfort himself with, but found himself in deep waters that overflowed him, overwhelmed him; he was like a sinking drowning man, in such confusion and consternation.”  That was me.

At one point, the pain threw me to the floor.  I saw a sorrow in my wife’s eye I never want to see again.  I knew then, I could not tell her what was really happening inside me.

I would never walk again, let alone preach.  The ministry is finished.  I am used to his lies.  This time it felt different.  It felt like he was stabbing me my spine and hip with a knife—while he lied.

Then my miracle came.  It may not sound like much to you but the pain subsided 80% and I could walk.  The devastation to my nervous system was so great, that to this day, I can only walk for about 3 minutes before I must lie down again.  Believe me, compared to before, that is a miracle.

I know I will be totally restored soon.  No one will ever convince me my recovery isn’t supernatural.  The truth is, God has seized this recovery time to transform me. The lessons learned in the Valley of the Shadow of death will fill a lifetime.

I learned never to accuse God.  I learned what people suffer at the hands of some doctors.  I learned to pray for others while I suffered most.  I learned to let God’s Word be more real than any feeling or circumstance. 

The despair of ever preaching again has turned to an unquenchable fire to preach.  The idea that I would never walk has become a passion to add cities for our tent crusades.  If there is a Biblical beast mode…I have found it.

Here is the most important lesson I learned:  You must make the devil pay for attacking you.  That is the only language he understands—divine retribution.  Satan must be convinced there is a consequence to attacking you.

The sister lesson is this: Something you were about to do triggered the enemy.  It must be important.  It must be a threat.  Therefore you must determine to do that thing.

Winston Churchill had a standing order: Anytime Hitler bombed London, the Royal Air force was to take off and bomb Germany.  Hitler would bomb civilians.  Churchill targeted military installations.

Churchill also had a lethal command of language. He used it to taunt Hitler.  Hitler’s yawning inferiority complex made him read anything Churchill sent him.  Adolf opened one message that read, “You have done your worst, now we will do our best.”

Historians wonder why Hitler—with victory over Britain all but guaranteed—turned his armies toward Russia.  I know why.  He realized Churchill would never give up.  The devil must know that about you.

We are going to Las Vegas to win the lost and heal the sick on a larger scale than we have ever known.  We are going where gangs operate.  We are going where addicts languish.  We are going where the homeless sit in despair.

We are coming fully charged with the power of God.  We have boots on the ground!  Soldiers are coming to our side.  This Living Proof Tent Crusade will feature the widest range of ministries to touch human need we have ever seen.

We will open the flood gates of heaven in the abyss of human suffering in this city.  Never—and I mean never—has the fire for winning souls burned so hot within me.  Devil, you did your worst, now…in Las Vegas, we will do our best.