Monday, March 22, 2010:  I arrived in San Pedro by American Airlines, and stayed in a motel near central park, in that my evangelist partner Jose Tulio Gomez was in Costa Rica, or so I thought, but actually he had stayed behind to build a building as general contractor for Pastor Misiel from La Cosecha Ministries.  His wife and son had gone on to evangelize in Costa Rica without him, his son interpreting for John Morrow from the states.

Tuesday, March 23:  I went to the pastor’s association meeting, and was rather surprised the way they recognized me and asked me to come to the front.  I was also disappointed that my schedule was not lined out for me already.  There was some kind of communication problem, and my first week was supposed to be booked with different churches every night, but instead, the pastors in charge of this were trying to get me to do a revival every night at their churches.  Pastor Sevilla of the Rey de Reyes church had assumed that I would be at his church every night, except for Saturday night which was scheduled with Pastor Victor Anael Montes of La Forteleza (Jesus Es El Senor), and Pastor Adolfo Bautista Cardona in El Tablon on Sunday night, which said churches I had been to before.  I teamed up with Manuel DeJesus Altomiramo as my interpretor.  Tuesday night was open, and we used the night to make phone calls and try to get the schedule filled up.  This was when I found out that my last two weeks of the trip were completely open.  One pastor had asked me to come in April and do a meeting for his pastors, having 50 pastors under him.  I also expected to have him fill in some dates for me with some of these pastors on the third week.  Unfortunately, I found out that this pastor was never even contacted, in that the person I put in charge to contact him said that he tried once or twice but was not able to get a hold of him.  Basically, here I was in Honduras for 3 weeks, with only 3 pastors who had scheduled me for the first week only. 

Wednesday, March 24:  Manuel DeJesus was my interpretor and evangelistic partner on this trip.  He loved to be with me and do the things I do, such as evangelize on the street.  We did this on many days, such as today.  The evening service was with Pastor Israel Sevilla at the Iglesia (church) Rey De Reyes.  As far as I know, (like normal) everybody got healed.  I would ask them not to sit down, but rather to soak in the anointing until their pain was completely gone.  After the healing part of the service, as usual, I would ask again, and make sure that nobody still had any pain in their body. 

Thursday, March 25:    I had this night set aside to preach at a church, but the pastor who booked it with me had never confirmed it with the other pastor, whose names I won’t mention.  I ended up street preaching a little bit with Manuel, who also liked to street preach, and Pastor Juan Francisco Del Cid was with us also.  There was a big empty lot where the mini vans pulled in and ran their bus services, so there was a big ever-changing line of people there waiting for their buses (mini vans).  I preached briefly on healing once in a while, and asked for people to receive their healing, in that Manuel and Pastor Juan were preaching good salvation messages, but the people seemed a little cold, even though I felt a strong anointing there.  I was surprised that there were not more to come forward for healing.  There was only about 5 people in an hour that admitted to having any kind of physical condition that they needed healing for, and they all got healed, which, after a healing, then maybe 1 or 2 would receive Jesus, but it was a tough crowd.  Normally, in a church service where I had not ministered before, there would be at least a third of the people that would come up for healing.  But here, I was amazed that I had to practically beg to get 5 people to come receive prayer out of about 300.  I could not understand the Spanish that my brothers preached, but I sensed that these people were used to hearing hard messages of too much law, and not enough grace, which is normal in Honduras.

Friday, March 26:  We went to the Iglesia Rey De Reyes again Friday night.  We took a cab to the service as we did Wednesday.  There was a different crowd this night.  About 10 or so came forth for healing, but they were different ones that had heard of the miracles two nights before, and they came to get their healing.    They all got healed, as expected.  This was not a real big service, and I felt at home here, so I asked for people to come up and give testimony of their healing, which I got on my video camera, for any doubters in the United States that need to see some proof.  Contact me if you want a DVD.  The testimonies are in Spanish, but you can hear Manuel interpreting behind the camera.  Pastor Sevilla took me to my hotel room and Manuel to his house after the service, as he did on Wednesday.

Saturday, March 27:  I was supposed to work with a youth group this morning and afternoon, but I did not have the directions to the church, and I was unable to contact my contact or anybody else who had directions to this church.  In Honduras, it is more common for plans to be changed, and for schedules to never be confirmed, for people to forget, or whatever reason.  In the evening, Manuel and I took a bus to La Forteleza to one of the Jesus Es El Senor churches, pastored by Victor Anael Montes.  I had been to this church in December, and I was not expecting many people to come up for healing.  All were healed in December, including a couple dental issues.  (One of the dental testimonies I have on video).  However, there was a much bigger crowd, and the ones that came forward I had not prayed for before, except for two which I remembered, and I asked them, “Didn’t I pray for you in December?”  Then I found out that they were healed, but were coming up for a different physical problem, the previous problem being healed completely.  I preached a good message on Luke 13, how God is the answer and not the problem, and why bad things sometimes happen, but it is not God’s fault.  I have been accused of stealing this message from Perry Stone, however, I had it before I heard Evangelist Stone preach it, although I did glean a little extra from Perry Stone’s version.  By the way, I love Perry Stone.  For a teaching on Luke 13 please go to the page: Why Bad Things Happen, Luke 13.  Anyway, as usual, everybody got healed, all 25 to 30 people that came up.  You can ask Pastor Victor yourself if you don’t believe it.  I say this to brag on Jesus, who healed all (who weren’t offended at him) and is still the same.  Yes, I love it, and I love Jesus more than a fat baby loves milk.  So why doesn’t God work this way through you, you might ask?  I’m sure He would, if you had the spiritual DNA for it.  First, you have to desire it.  As we BECOME sons of God, part of our DNA changes.  I have been criticized for being too focused on healing only, but it is my observation that the criticizers, complainers and murmurers are less likely to receive, or grow stronger in, the anointing.  God gives us the anointing to do what He told us to do (the great commission).

Sunday, March 28:  I called Pastor Jaime Turcios who has given me an open invitation any time that I’m in town to preach at the Sendero De Amor Pentacostal church.  I took a cab to the church, and the cab driver received a healing.  After preaching at the service, there were not many that came up for healing, in that I was here in December and last April as well.  These few all got healed, except for a man that was in a bad traffic accident 6 months ago, and his leg was twisted badly.  The man said that his leg felt better, but that was about it.  The pastor then made me prophecy over everybody, which stretched me quite a bit.  Healing, no problem, but, to prophecy? . . . ?  I told him I could not do it, but he said, “Just say whatever comes to your mind.”  Yes, I can usually tell where people are at spiritually, but this is only by the Word of God that I have put in me, and by experience of talking to thousands on the street, and I hardly call this ‘prophecy’.  Being uncomfortable with trying to give a prophetic word, often I merely asked, “What would you have the Lord do for you?”, and I was then able to give them scriptural advice, but neither do I call that prophecy.  I did the best I could, with God’s help.  May the Lord increase my sensitivity in this area. 

Sunday night, March 28:  Pastor Jaime took us to Pastor Sevilla’s house where we ate and fellowshipped, and then Pastor Sevilla took us to El Tablon where Pastor Adolfo Bautista pastors.  I was disappointed to find that Pastor Adolfo’s two daughters were still almost completely deaf, and still dumb.  Their hearing had only slightly improved, although I had prayed for them in December.  I preached on Luke 13 again, and did a healing invitation, after leading all through a salvation prayer and having them confess Jesus as Lord to one another, which I often do at the church services.  Everyone was healed of the normal types of things, such as stomach problems from the water, female problems, knees, backs, blood and heart problems, headaches and colds.  There was two very elderly people there that were both healed from arthritic pains, and that made me feel good, in that older people are sometimes somewhat less likely to receive.  However, I did not see any additional improvement in the pastor’s two dumb girls that were almost completely deaf.  I did see a deaf and dumb girl hear and speak before on my 2008 trip, which you can read about toward the end of the link:  Healing Testimonies.

Monday, March 29:  This was a day off for me as well as my interpreter/ministering partner, Manuel DeJesus.

Tuesday, March 30:  Manuel and I had met a man a few days earlier that had received a minor healing.  He was affiliated with the TV station, Jesus Broadcast Network, and invited us to their church service.  We did the service as normal, and I preached Luke 13 once again, and did a healing call.  It was a small service, and only about a 12 or 15 people (three-fourths of the church) came up for healing.  Almost everybody received a complete manifestation with only 2 or 3 exceptions.  The pastor’s wife had a facial problem with some dead nerves from a brain problem.  She was better, but I have only ran into this type of problem once before, and as in the time before, there was only a partial manifestation.  Creative problems with nerves, such as spinal injuries, have not been manifesting quickly, if at all for me.  I know there is no difference as far as the Lord is concerned.  Also there was another lady there that had some sort of brain problem, and likewise, she only received a partial manifestation.  God is the Author AND the Finisher, and I believe these miracles will be completed.  There was also a woman there that had an obvious eye problem that was not healed.  The good news is that there was a corrective vision miracle.  Also the pastor said that he had cavity in his tooth; and after prayer he said the pain was gone, but I did not look inside of his mouth.  However, I have seen a few dental miracles.  What is the difference between a tooth and any other bone in the body?  Anyway, after the service we went to the television building for a live interview on Passover and why the Hondurians should not all go to the beach and party during the week of Passover.  I was supposed to teach on live television why people should not use Passover as a time to go to the beach and drink bear and look at the opposite sex, and I was supposed to do it in 5 minutes, through my interpreter. My interpreter has a huge measure of the Holy Spirit, but he really did not understand English all that well, and we had been getting by all this time due to the fact that he would familiarize himself with my messages.  Unfortunately, the interviewer asked a few off the wall questions that caught us a little off guard.  However, they were pleased overall.  I had forgotten to bring my notes on Passover from the states, and I turned it more into a Feast of Unleavened Bread type message, tying it to the Bread of Life and the two main commandments.  During this trip to Honduras, I learned that the stores and churches and even most of the buses, etc., all shut down for several days during Passover week, in that the vast majority of people go to the beaches.

Wednesday, March 31:  We went to Iglesia Evangelica Missionero, Fuente Real De Vida, pastured by our street preaching evangelist friend Juan Francisco DelCid.  This church was located in the worst part of San Pedro Sula, (Colonia Sabillon, Cruz Chamelecon) where the cops don’t even go, although they had gone there just within the last week to make a big arrest, arresting a man that had coincidentally (?) made a death threat on this pastor.  Because of Passover week, it was a small service, but everybody got healed with the exception of the pastor; and, his wife only received a partial manifestation.  I seem to center on the ones that DO NOT get healed, because to me, healing is normal.  When somebody does not receive, that is abnormal.  Over the years I have noticed that pastors or ministers and sometimes their family seem to be less likely to receive their healing.  Why is this?  I have a few ideas, but they are not listed here.  I know this pastor is a man of God with a strong anointing. 

Thursday, April 1, 2010:  Pastor Jesus Colindres was out of town, but he had me do the service to fill in for him at his church, Rios de Augua Viva, which was also in the bad area of town, Chamelecon.  Even for being Passover week, there was a fair amount of people that were there, and many new faces since I was there in December.  I had prayed for a deaf girl here in December, and I know that she received a partial manifestation in December, but she was not here.  In December there was an elderly lady that had very arthritic hands to where her fingers were bent sideways real bad.  She did not receive her healing, and after the service I prayed for her a second time, laying my hands on her and she went out in the Spirit.  I was disappointed to see her come up in the healing line again on this trip, and her fingers were still bent to the side.  I do not normally lay my hands on people when I pray, but I took her hands as I prayed this time, but did not see any manifestation in her fingers.  There was one or two others there that I had prayed for in December, but they were healed and were coming up for something different this time.  I think everybody was healed, about  18 or so, with maybe one exception in addition to the lady with the arthritic hands, I can’t remember.  What sticks out in my mind about the service is this:  Afterwards, when I’m shaking hands with everybody and saying the goodbye’s, this elderly lady with the arthritic hands comes to me and thanks me for praying for her, and she says that she feels just fine now.  I asked her, “What do you mean?  Your fingers are still bent.”  The elderly lady answers through my interpreter and says, “I had terrible pain in my stomach, and now it is completely gone.”  So I then asked her, “What about your hands?  Why would God heal your stomach and not heal your hands also?”  The elderly woman replied, “God is allowing my hands to be like this to remind my children of how hard I worked for them.”   I then told her plainly, “God is not allowing that.  That is wrong thinking.  Don’t blame that on God.”  Then the elderly woman replied once more, saying the same thing, “God has allowed my hands to be like this to teach my children, to show them how hard I worked for them.”   I did not say anything further to her, other than blessings and goodbye’s.  I did not want to go into a theological debate through an interpretor.  I remembered the words of Jesus, spoken many times in different ways, “According to your faith be it unto you."  I was sad for her, but in another way I felt relieved, knowing why her hands were not healed.  I also remembered that I did not know a thing about her stomach pains, yet she was healed of that.  I have people point to where their pain is, and pray for that area of the body, but when I came to her in the line and saw her hands, I automatically grabbed her by the hands and rebuked arthritis, commanding it to leave, and prayed for healing in her hands.  Yet it was her stomach that was healed.  Once again, I’m reminded of how little I know, and how the Holy Spirit knows everything.  Yes, I’m anointed for healing, but I still have a lot to learn, and I learn a little bit more later on this trip. 

Friday, April 2:   I was unable to schedule a service for Friday night.  However, I had made a connection to get into the Honduras National Prison in San Pedro Sula through John Allard.  I needed John Allard, because they had a different prison pastor than the one they had when I was there in 2008 when 2 blind men were healed.  John Allard took me in to a service this Friday morning.  This was not the great big service, but this was in a smaller room with about 50 to 70 people, yet it was bigger than the room I was in back in December. I recognized a few faces from December.  I felt God’s burning compassion for these prisoners.  I preached Luke 13 again, but added nuggets of how Jesus undid what the first Adam did.  I gave them grace as opposed to law.  I talked about the severity of the stripes Jesus took, which is why sickness and pain is NOT ALLOWED, etc.   My interpreter was weeping, unable to speak during parts of the message, which was not altogether new.  Of course, I had my interpreter lead them through salvation prayer, and confess Jesus to one another.   The Holy Spirit likes the way I preach.  I give all the glory to Jesus.  It is all about what HE did, and not by our own righteousness.  This is why I don’t like to lay hands on people.  God gets all the glory.  There was a lot of people that came up for prayer.  Almost all were healed completely.  There were a lot that were coughing.  I would be at their throat, rebuking the spirit of infirmity, while they would be either coughing on me or trying to tell me what was wrong with them while I’m trying to pray.  There must be a lot of tuberculosis, I’m thinking.  There was a man that had old gunshot wounds in his legs, and I must have prayed for him 3 times, but my interpreter said that he got healed.  Everybody else said they got healed, but there was still a couple of people coughing.  One was just coughing a little bit, and I had already prayed for him once.  The other was coughing more severely, but he did not come up to get healed.  I recognized this young man from December, when I had ministered in the smallest room.  I had ministered to him twice in December.  The first time I remember that he pointed to his lungs, and I prayed for his lungs, and his lungs cleared up, and he testified about it.  All had gotten healed that day.  When I came back two days later, everybody else had kept their healing, but he said he still had a stuffy nose and sinuses which immediately cleared with prayer and he also gave testimony to that.  Now, in April, he was coughing, but he did not even come up for prayer.  After the service I went to him and just started praying for him, as he was coughing in my face and trying to tell me something about his condition, but my understanding of Spanish is poor, although I can speak it somewhat.  When we came back to the prison to do the big service 5 days later, I saw this same man, and he told me he was completely healed.  He was also one of the newly baptized official converts welcomed into the church at the big service.

Saturday, April 3:  I went with my interpreting partner to Nueva Ocotepeque, which was about 6 hours on the bus one way.  As soon as we got there, Pastor Jesus Leiva Machado of the La Cosecha churches took us to the radio station where he shared his hour long radio spot with us.  We also spoke at a small home group service that night.  On the way home from that, I did some of my tricks for a group of about 8 men, like making the black rag disappear as I preach how Jesus took our sins, etc., and the group of young men gave their hearts and lives to Jesus. 

Sunday, April 4:  Went to the prison of Nueva Ocotopeque in the morning.  We were in a smaller room with about 30 inmates.  My interpreter blubbered a lot during the message.  There weren’t very many that came up for healing, in that I had just been there in December.  Everybody got healed as far as I know, except for a young man with an eye that had somehow been burned when he was born.  My faith for eye miracles was a little shaken in that I had learned of a young boy who I thought had been healed in 2008, only to find out from his mother who was a waitress at the Hotel Sula that the lazy eye of her son was not healed.  I had only seen two corrective eye miracles on this trip so far.  However, as far as I know, everyone else with the normal kind of stuff was completely healed, and I ask at the end of the service to make sure.  Yes, I’ve seen a lot of miracles, but at the same time, I have to say, Lord help my unbelief.  There are the more severe types of infirmities that I have not had any success with, such as amputations, and severed spines.  I have only seen a couple of partial manifestations on polio.  One time I saw a young girl with severely twisted legs running across the stage an hour after prayer, although she was not yet 100%.  The anointing on me keeps on growing stronger on me, as long as I can stay focused on Jesus, all glory to Jesus, who is transforming me into his image, from glory to glory.  Anyway, after I had preached and ministered, I handed the service back over to the prison pastor and went outside in the courtyard to pray for others.  Some came to me and received their healing.  There were others, and I went to them, but not all of those got healed.  Overall, everybody seemed pretty healthy in this prison.  I had just been there in December.  There was a few new coughing or sore throat or stomach type things, and there was some of the more severe types of things such as gunshot wounds.  The percentage of people that received was extremely high, overall.  I think that maybe only 4 or 5 did not receive their healing.  I think the few that did not receive may have been some that were there in December that may have not received their completed healing then, such as one fellow who had severe gunshot wounds in the legs.  He was walking now, but one of his legs suffered from atrophy, and he was limping.  Another fellow that was there that I remembered had gunshot wounds in the stomach.  After leaving the prison, we led people to the Lord in the park while my friend Ricardo from the church preached from a battery powered Anchor amp from the Gazebo.  Ricardo was with Manuel and me everywhere we went, in that Pastor Machado had to take his daughter to La Lima to a school, and was gone Sunday and Monday.   Sunday evening I preached at the church, preaching Jesus right out of Leviticus 16.  Only 2 people needed to be healed. 

Monday, April 5:  This was a really cool day in Jesus.  Ricardo took Manuel and me to the school.  We had permissions to go into all the classrooms and I could do my little coin and rag tricks, preaching Jesus from the tricks.  I would show my trick to one of the kids so they would not think it was magic.  Then I would share a message and pray for the kids.  There was about 30 or 40 kids in a classroom, and they seemed to be about 6 to 9 years of age.  Of course, Manuel led all the kids through salvation prayers and had them confess Jesus to one another.  I would pray for all the kids to be healed.  I was surprised how many of these children had stomach pains.  I found out that it was from drinking the water.  I would say that about a third of them had stomach problems.  Then there would also be a few with headaches or migrains, and then maybe 2 or 3 with some other problem and maybe 2 or 3 with merely a small little scab on their knee or elbow where they had fallen down a couple of days ago.  All the kids got healed.  Even the little knee scrape pains were gone, although the scab would still be there.  “Except ye become converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”  The teachers would also want prayer.  Some teachers wanted to be the first one to be healed, and others wanted their healing after they saw what the Lord did with the kids.  This was a great testimony for these kids with the power of God demonstrated.  The morning school ended before we could get through all the classrooms, and then we took one of those little 3-wheeled taxis outside of town to the clinic.  The cab driver was healed from pain in the shoulders.  (Matter of fact, 5 or 6 cab drivers were healed of various pains during the course of this trip, glory to God.)  When we arrived, there was a woman leaving one building to go into another.  She had pain in her kidneys, but was healed and the pain was completely gone.  The cab driver thought this was really cool, and he hung around for a while just to watch.  I can’t say that everybody in this small clinic was healed, but there were some good miracles.  A very elderly lady had a heart problem, and looked like she was getting ready to die.  After about a half an hour she was sitting beside her bed, all smiles, and asked for me to pray for her kidneys also.  Her husband was with her and also asked for prayer.  They were very appreciative, and this precious lady kissed me on the cheek as I hugged her.  There was also a young woman with asthma.  She was laying in bed with some kind of breathing apparatus.  She was immediately better and took the apparatus from her face, and within about 3 minutes said she felt fine, and left the hospital a half hour later.  Also in the same room, there was a woman in very severe pain with diabetic troubles.  She had a couple or little tubes feeding something into her skin.  She was glad to receive prayer.  We came back to the room about a half hour later and she was sitting up in bed without the tubes.  Her left kidney was swollen and she still had pain there, although she said she was much better.  She asked me to pray for her kidneys.  She left the hospital later, leaving right before we did.  We waited for a cab to take us back to town, and we went back to the school to pray for a different batch of kids.  These kids were a little older than the morning group.  These kids were about 10 to 14 years of age.  We went into a classroom.  I did my so-called (magic) tricks, although it is not magic, just tricks.  I used the tricks to preach Biblical truths.  As I went into the first classroom, I noticed that this group was more wild than the morning groups.  They talked and laughed as we were trying to present the gospel.  When it came time to call forward those with pain, nobody wanted to be the first one.  They laughed among themselves.  I could not understand the words, but I knew they were saying to one another, “I’m not going up there, you go.”  Manuel knows that I pray for dental problems and eyesight problems as well.  Seeing that nobody came forward with pain, he made a call for dental problems, but they just kept laughing.  Then Manuel made a call for eyesight problems, and it is as if they discussed among themselves who to send up there.  Snickering, they pointed out a girl.  She came forward.  I prayed for her.  I felt no anointing.  I usually feel a confirmation in the Spirit when they receive.  I felt nothing.  I asked what she felt, whether heat, tingling, improvement in her sight, or whatever.  There was no manifestation.  I had her look far and near, testing her eyes, as I normally do.  Nothing.  I was ready to leave.  I would have rather warmed up on some basic stomach problems.  While debating what to do, another girl came forward with eye problems.  I prayed.  Same thing, nothing happened.  The kids were mocking me.  I told Manuel I was leaving, and left the room, while Manuel stayed and talked to the kids.  Right outside of the door there was a woman who had heard of the miracles that happened that morning, and she had come for prayer.  I prayed for her, but there was only a partial manifestation.  All she had was basic arthritis and stomach pains, but there was very little improvement.  The superintendant of the school was also there requesting prayer.  She took me to her office room where I prayed for her.  Again, I felt no anointing, and she felt nothing.  There was no improvement.  She said that she received by faith.  I knew however that there is almost always at least a good partial manifestation to start with, especially with simple arthritis and basic pains and problems.  If the anointing had lifted off of me, then I was ready to go home.  Manuel had come back to me saying that I should have been in the classroom, that the kids were ready to receive, but he did not know where I was.  I told him I was not going back in there, and that I needed to pray for a while.  I walked into the courtyard of the school and walked around praying in tongues for about 15 minutes.  I then sat down with Manuel and we repented for everything we could think of and not think of.  On the way back from the clinic Manuel had gotten a little upset with me because I had asked him why he was having me take so many pictures of him.  I was not taking pictures of myself, or filming the services, but yet Manuel wanted picture after picture of himself, and I merely asked him why.  The pictures were for his kids, and that was a sore spot for him, in that his wife had left him several years prior, and he was still suffering over this.  Manuel and I repented, rebuked the devil, and I decided that I would not do any more tricks, but merely preach the gospel of Jesus Christ strong and pure.  The next classroom was different.  No tricks.  I told how Jesus had suffered, and shed his blood seven different ways, and about the stripes that He took.  About 90% of the kids had already seen the movie, “The Passion”.  Now the kids came forward for healing and they all got healed in the next three classrooms, every one, including a corrective eyesight problem or two.  In one classroom the kids started to get a little rowdy, and I sternly warned them not to offend the Holy Spirit, and things then went well.   Upon leaving the school, I thought back over the course of events that day.  The Lord is not to be mocked.  The only ones that did not receive healings in the Bible were the ones that did not believe that Jesus was the Christ, AND, they were offended at Him.  The Gospel is serious business.  The Holy Spirit is to be respected and honored with every thought, word and action.  The Holy Spirit knows our thoughts.  The Holy Spirit is somewhat like a person, but oh, so much more.  I do not want to get over-confident, or prideful.  I choose to only present the Gospel in a manner that is pleasing to Him.  The tricks can be good to break the ice, and sometimes a little humor is good, but if the tricks are not needed, then they are not needed.  Pastor Machado returned from La Lima that evening.  Pastor Machado and I walked across town to a woman’s house that was a member of his congregation.  I had not seen her yet on this trip.  She was glad to see me, and her son was one of those who had been healed at school.  I can’t remember what he was healed from, but I think it was asthma, although it might have been a chest cold, I cant’ remember for sure. 

Tuesday, April 6:  This was another cool day in Jesus.  Pastor Machado and Manuel and I took a bus early in the morning and went to Sensenti, which was almost 2 hours one way on the bus.  First of all, let me explain that when I came to Nueva Ocotepeque in December to visit Pastor Machado, there was about a dozen people that had traveled from Sensenti to meet me in Nueva Ocotopeque, because they needed healing and had heard that I was coming.  They all received complete manifestations of there healings, with the exception of two.  One was a man that had a tumor.  The tumor shrunk to less than half the size, and the pain was gone.  The other was a baby of about 4 to 6 months old that was blind.  The eyes of the baby were clouded over and looked kind of milky.  I did not see any manifestation at all on the baby, but I felt a confirmation in the Spirit that the baby was healed, and I told the mother that her child would be healed by the third day.  After arriving in Sensenti, I eventually found out that the baby was indeed healed completely.  I was glad to hear about that miracle, because I had found out the week before that another youngster whose eyes I thought were healed on an earlier trip had not been healed.  Anyway, several prophetic people had been trying to get me to go to Sensenti, including Jose Tulio Gomez and his wife Martha, and another preacher.  Also, I knew that a famous witch had lived in Sensenti.  This witch had the power to heal people.  (Please see the page: Witchcraft (in the church?).  I later found out that presidents from the surrounding nations would consult with her, presidents from Honduras, Nicaragua, El Salvador, Equador and Guatamala.  Finally, a prophet of God told her that she had 3 months to repent, or she would die, and 3 months later she died, and that was in 2007.  Jose Tulio had told me that the percentage of sick people there was very high because this witch had given the area over to the devil.  Also, many people in this area thought that the power of the devil was stronger that the power of God.  An anointed man of God named Wayne Sanders in 2001 had received a vision from God of a valley near this area.  The Lord spoke to Wayne about this area saying, “This is the Valley of Indecision.  There are many souls in the balance here.”  I had gone to Nueva Ocotepeque on several occasions because it was near the valley that Wayne saw in the vision.  However, others told me that technically, the valley of Wayne’s vision is the Sensenti Valley.   Anyway, I prayed, and felt confirmation to go to Sensenti, but I had no connections there, and there was no motel or bank there, and I did not know what to do when I got there.  The bus dropped us off along the main highway, and the 3 of us hitchhiked a ride about 5 miles to the edge of town.  Manuel and I had luggage with us in that were were planning on going on to San Pedro Sula to make the big meeting at the prison on Wednesday evening.  We walked from the edge of town, pulling our luggage, and came to the municipal building.  We rested there for a few minutes, and I pulled out my tricks, making the black rag disappear explaining how Jesus took our sicknesses and pains.  There were about 4 people outside of the building there, two of which needed healing and received.  Later, a man came outside that worked in the building.  I did my trick for him, and he got healed of back pain, along with another lady of a neck thing or something.  This man was impressed, and got his car and gave us a ride to a house where there were some people that needed healing.  I think that maybe Pastor Machado had known somebody at this house, and communicated this to the man.  Upon arriving at the house, there were many there that needed healing, and all got healed as far as I know.  The neighbors came for their healing, and more neighbors brought over more neighbors as the word got out.  Many people came, young and old, a couple of nurses, mothers with their kids, elderly, etc.  I normally pray short prayers, no more than 30 seconds a person, and I prayed non stop for about an hour, only stopping to give praise and love to God once in a while, and Manuel would occasional lead the people through prayer to Jesus.  After about an hour, I took time to eat some kind of tortilla patti with some kind of native vegetable and cheese filling that the next door neighbors had cooked for us.  I ate two of them.  They tasted great.  They gave us Coka Cola to drink also.  We kept praying for more people until things slowed down.  Eventually we walked with Olga and Damian over to Olga’s house.  Olga was about 60 years old or so.  They made plans for Manuel and me to stay the night there.  After we got situated, Pastor Machado went back to Nueva Ocotepeque.  Then Manuel and I decided to walk around the town, looking for people that needed healing.  We came to the park where there was a huge tree in the middle, even much bigger than the one at the Gospel Singer’s camp where the NGL group goes in Louisiana.  There was also an old Catholic church next to the park that was built in 1535.  Yes, 1535.  I came to find out that this town was the very first judicial seat for all of Central America, and much injustice was done in the way the natives and Africans were treated.  There were Africans in the land because of slave ships that had wrecked off of the coast.  As we walked near the park, I prayed whether or not the Lord wanted me to return to this town.  I sort of knew the answer would be yes, but I prayed about it anyway.  I did not feel any confirmation one way or the other when I prayed.  There was a small Pulperia (food mart) on the corner of the park square.  We went inside, and the lady of the store got healed of stomach pains and arthritis in the knees.  Manuel had introduced us, and she then asked us how long we were staying in town.  We told her that we were scheduled to be in San Pedro the following evening.  The lady then spoke like the oracles of God to me.  She said, “You did not come here on your own, but God brought you here.” Tears welled up in my eyes as she continued, “There is a great need for you here.  Other missionaries have passed this place by, but God has brought you here.”  As we were leaving, I felt the confirmation very strongly with uncontrollable tears as the lady continued speaking, “I really hope that you come back again soon.”  God had answered my simple prayer.  We ministered with great compassion as the lady’s words echoed in my mind.  When we saw a house with an open front door, and we could hear voices inside, we would walk up to the door and merely ask if anybody needed a healing.  Manuel would introduce me as a missionary from the United States, and everybody was open to us.  Almost everybody had some sort of physical problem.  People were receiving their healings and then Manuel would lead them to Jesus through prayer.   We went to several houses.  One man on the street was literally amazed that he was healed.  At one house we met a man that was in the Full Gospel Business Man’s Association.  He said that there was a prayer meeting that night, and had asked us to come if he could get confirmation.  We exchanged phone numbers, and we walked on down the street to the Iglesia Canaan, Asombleas De Dios. (Assemblies of God).  There were a couple of girls sweeping & mopping the floors.  One young lady had stomach pains or female problems, I can’t remember for sure.  She got healed, and this was her testimony:  She said that when I began praying for her in English, she also heard another voice which was the voice of God speaking into her spirit.  She could not understand what God’s voice was saying, in that it was also a foreign language, but she knew that God was speaking something into her soul or spirit.  She could feel the warmth of the anointing in her stomach, and her pain was gone.  She gave good testimony to the pastor who was in the back of the building.  The pastor gave us an invitation to come and minister some night, but we needed to give him a little bit of notice.  We helped the young ladies set up the chairs for the evening service, and then one of them took us to her house to feed us.  We ate a Hondurian favorite of tortillas with red beans and eggs and homemade butter.  I drank an unusual tea made from a native fruit.  The husband of one of the young ladies took us to some different houses to pray for different people.  We came back and made arrangements to go to the Businessmen’s Association prayer meeting.  Some men picked us up promptly, and we rode in the back of a pickup outside of the city.  Then Manuel and I with two men hiked up this path to the top of a big hill (or small mountain).  The sun had gone down and there was just barely enough light to see where we were going.  I wondered what kind of a prayer meeting this was.  Where was the building, and where were the other people?  Would I live to see the United States again?  I paid no attention to these thoughts, for I had judged these men to be righteous.  We arrived to the top, where the grass was worn away from previous meetings.  After a short time, there were 3 more men that came up.  We all prayed on top of this small mountain.  You could see the surrounding villages as well as San Marcos.  After praying, I prayed for healing for a couple of the men.  They were excited about the healings.  One man had eye problems and was concerned about starting to go blind.  He could tell that there was immediately more light and he could see fine.  Another man had basic back or shoulder pains, I can’t remember, but was instantly healed.  The men then prayed for me.  They echoed the words of the woman at the Pulperia earlier that afternoon.  They said, “We’ve been praying for a missionary from outside to come here.  You are an answer to prayer.  You did not come on your own, but God brought you.  Other missionaries have passed us by, but you have come.”  They asked me when I was leaving, and when I would return again.  We walked back down the mountain.  Two of the men had flashlights.  We prayed for some of their family members.  Then they took us back over to Olga’s house.  Manuel and I spent the night at Olga’s house, and Olga is a woman.  Before you start to criticize us for this, I would like to share with you the correct interpretation of to ‘Abstain from all appearance of evil’, from Th 5:22.  This means that when evil appears, you avoid it.  It does not mean to avoid doing something that ‘appears’ to be evil but is not.  If that were the case, than Jesus would not have done miracles on the Sabbath, neither would He have talked with the Samaritan woman at the well, ate with publicans and sinners, etc., and neither would Paul have stayed at Lydia’s house in Acts 16:15.      

Wednesday, April 7:  The next morning we met with some people who wanted us to pray for this person and that person.  We were being pulled in different directions.  We prayed for as many as we could before we had to catch the bus to San Pedro Sula.  I knew that the work there in Sensenti was far from finished.  The bus ride was more than 4 hours to San Pedro, and the driver drove in a very herky, jerky, swervy fashion.  I was glad to get off the bus, and glad that I did not eat breakfast before I got on.  We ate at the Hotel Sula and just barely made it to the prison for our appointment at 4:40.  They were giving us the big, main service, with hundreds of people present.  The prison pastor is actually an inmate, and he was there and remembered all the miracles that happened in 2008 when I was there, such as 2 blind men who had their vision restored, and we had an open door there and no longer had to go through John Allard.  We got inside and sat down with the prison pastor, Angel Gonzales.  We had left Sensenti, scrambled to get back in time, and here we were sitting with the pastor.  The prison pastor told us, “I’m sorry, I forgot to schedule it on my calendar, I have another speaker lined up.”  This was an opportunity for me to get mad or frustrated, and I could have said, ‘we traveled 4 hours on the bus to get here, and you wasted a day of our time,’ but those thoughts did not even enter my mind.  Also, Manuel, filled full of the Holy Ghost, was calm and collected as we answered, “That’s alright, don’t worry about it.  Those things sometimes happen.”  The pastor then interviewed us a little bit, asking where we had been, and where we had come from, and Manuel told him about Nueva Ocotopeque and Sensenti, and how God had moved, and how we had just arrived in town.  The pastor then told us that the service started at 5:00, and the worship would end around 5:35, at which time we would have about an hour or maybe longer to preach and pray for the people after the worship.   I realized that the pastor had tested us with the wisdom of Solomon, that he had us written on his schedule the whole time, and that if we had exhibited bad fruit, he would not have let us in, protecting the flock.  The worship was good.  I felt the love of God so strongly for the prisoners, that I spent the time in groaning and travail.  They welcomed the newly baptized converts into the church, and then turned the service over to us.  I preached on Luke 13 again, adding nuggets of how Jesus reversed the curse from Adam.  I boldly claimed that all with pain would be healed, as usual, and asked all to come forward that had pain, first, and then I would pray for other problems where pain was not involved.  The room was packed all the way.  Every seat was filled.  I don’t know how many people were there, I didn’t count, but maybe 400 to 800.  When I came in 2008, the room was only two-thirds filled, but the healing lines were 3 lines deep.  This time the church was 100% filled, but the healing line was only 1 line deep.  People had been healed in the smaller services also, and were keeping their healings.   Even though the line was only 1 deep, there was still a lot of people to pray for, and I was accustomed to praying one at a time.  One woman had diabetes that had affected her eyes, and her eyesight was rapidly improving.  Another man with painful ear infection and hearing problems was pain free and his hearing was improving.  All other manifestations were completed.  I made the second call for people that did not have pain, but had other problems, be it blood problems, eyes, or whatever.  It was during this call that I lost my interpretor, as Manuel prayed a long salvation prayer for a hungry sinner that was giving his life to God for the first time.  I found another interpretor and continued praying.  Then Manuel and I hugged on the new convert and embraced him with God’s love and tears.  I barely had time to pray for everybody, and the service was over.  It was a good service.   Still, I was a little concerned during the prayer time, in that it took so long to pray for the people.  The congregation would watch while I ministered.  The people in the prayer line were instructed to put their hand where the pain was, so most of the time I did not need an interpretor, but still I would spend at least 15 or 20 seconds per person.  Yes, thank God for the miracles, but yet I wondered, what if 4 times as many people had come up for healing?  What would I have done then?  God was taking me through a process, and I was still learning. 

Thursday, April 8:  This date was originally scheduled in La Ceiba, but when we called to confirm before boarding the bus, the pastor wanted us to change it to Friday, because he had forgotten about his schedule when we booked the date a week before.  I agreed to Friday, and Manuel and I used this Thursday as a day of rest.  I called my friend Oswaldo to tell him not to schedule Friday at the church in Porta Cortez, but it was too late.  My friend had scheduled us and I now had to tell him to cancel.  I had picked up a slight nose cold in Sensenti, and thoughts passed through my mind such as, ‘I picked up tuberculosis in the prison’, or the devil is counter-attacking me from Sensenti.  However, I remembered the word of the Lord through my prophetic brother Keith Thomas in 2009, that the Lord would keep me healthy on my mission trips, as well as the word of the Lord through the prophet Ricardo of San Jorge in 2006, “because you have remained in His Word, and obeyed His Word automatically, the Lord has kept you healthy and blessed your finances, and is now giving you a healing anointing .  .  .  .  “  The cold ran it’s course in 3 days from the nose to the throat to the lungs and was now practically gone.  The symptoms were never bad enough for others to notice.  Since getting back from Sensenti, I was staying at Jose Tulio’s house.  His wife, Marta, and his son, Rafael were back from Costa Rica, ministering there with man of God John Morrow, and Rafael (John’s interpretor) had a severe cough.  I was feeling a slight nose tingling starting all over again, so I called my wife and asked her to call my friend and pastor Donnie Colson to pray for me.  Donnie is one of the most anointed men for healings and miracles in Southern Illinois, whom I sat under for 8 years.  Likewise, this cold ran its course in similar fashion in 3 days, and praise to God, the symptoms were never even hardly noticeable.  My praise goes to the Lord for keeping me healthy.  I have not had to take penicillin for anything since receiving the Holy Spirit back in 1992.  Rafael’s cough also healed up quickly after prayer.   Also, I never had any intestinal problems on recent trips, but I have merely learned to eat the right amount of fruits, not too much or too little.  I blessed every meal and drink, speaking death to every bacteria, worm, virus or germ that might harm me.  The Holy Ghost fire that surrounds me and that comes from my hands kills those harmful bugs, but I cannot prove it scientifically.   

Friday, April 9:  We took the bus to La Ceiba in the morning.   I felt a desire to see the pastor and his wife, more than I wanted to preach in his church.  I had not seen them since my trip in the spring of 2006.  I was prophesied over by Ricardo from San Jorge, that the Lord was giving me a healing anointing.  However, I do not think that the gift actually kicked in until I had visited this church in La Ceiba, on the last night of my 2006 trip.  This was a church that prayed and fasted, and I believe that their prayers for me moved God.  (You can read about the 2006 trip in about the last half of part 2 or the page, Healing Testimonies.)  Our hotel room was taken care of when we arrived.  We went out to eat, and I went to look up a contact that I had not seen since about 2002.  I went to a hotel where this contact used to work and I got her telephone number.  She was an excellent interpreter, and had contacts for many of the churches and schools and organizations in the La Ceiba area.  By divine appointment, I personally ran into this contact uptown where we were eating at a fast food place near the park.  She was with my good friend and respected anointed brother Tom Lingelfelter, from St. Louis, who was ministering in La Ceiba, and she was interpreting for him and setting up his meetings.  Tom has a ministry of laying hands on everybody, or sometimes just blowing on them a little bit, and the people fall out in the Spirit, sometimes even 8 or 10 at a time, as they get zapped by the the Lord God, Jehovah, the Lord that zappeth thee. (Ha)  It is not unusual for 90% of the people to fall out in the Spirit when Tom ministers, all glory to God, who loves Tom, and loves Tom’s pure and simple message of love and grace, as opposed to works and rules, as Tom points out a clear path to Jesus.  Tom and I get along good.  Neither one of us enjoys talking of anything but the things of God.  Both of us are God seekers.  Both of us have been criticized by religious people who look for devils under every stone.  Tom is a man that has spent major portions of his time in the presence of the Lord. Like me, has been continually in His Word, listening to it over and over again as he travels.  Anyway, after a brief fellowship, we both had to leave for our respective meetings.   When we arrived at the church, I was surprised to see how it had grown.  We talked with the pastor in his office.  He had the night scheduled for communion, ending a week fast.  However, he gave us about 40 minutes to minister.  I did not have time to preach much, in that I wanted to pray for everyone to be healed.  The church was huge.  I did a calling first for all women with female problems or stomach pains.  This way I would not have to take the time of asking where the pain was.  The line of people was 3 deep.  I normally take about 20 seconds a person.  First, I get up close and tell the spirit of infirmity to leave, and importantly, not to come back, speaking to the area where the pain is, in the name of the Christ, Jesus.  Then I quote a scripture, maybe two, such as ‘by His stripes you are healed’ commanding healing.  I stand back and let the Lord heal them at this point.  I feel a confirmation in the Spirit when it is complete.  This process takes me about 20 seconds.  I felt pressured.  I was trying to do in 10 seconds what normally takes me 20.  I know that some of you may be thinking, ‘Why don’t you just pray for them all at one time?  Is God limited?”  Well, you are right, however, it is easier said then done.  What kind of results have you had doing that?  Have you seen whole churches healed like I have?  I’ve tried that before, and it did not work for me.  In the spring of 2009 I tried that at the Sendero De Amor church under Pastor Jaime Turcios and nobody got healed.  Then, when I prayed one at a time, then they all got healed.  When I pray, I want to make sure they get healed, and I ask, having them check for the pain, move their back, feel for their tumors, or whatever.  I also tried it at the Jesus Es El Senor church in La Forteleza under pastor Victor Anael Montes in December of 2009, and nobody got healed, because I asked.  Nobody!  However, when I went back one at a time, they were all healed, every one, including dental miracles and eye miracles.  Many gave passionate testimony of feeling the warm heat of the healing anointing, electricity, or sometimes they felt nothing but the pain leave, but they were all healed, every one.  Why is this?  I think it may be because of God’s glory presence around me.  For example, one man from the Christian organization of NGL was healed from arthritis in half of his body as he sat next to me on the bus.  I did not even know it.  Peter’s shadow is a reality to me.  However, I did not have the faith to pray for everybody at one time, and this night I felt pressured by so many people that came up for prayer.  So I spoke the words quickly, not waiting for the confirmation by the Spirit, so I could not tell for sure that the prayers were working until I asked them, which took more time.  To make matters worse, the worship band was playing in the background, but it was a little too loud to where they could not hear me trying to communicate with them.  Many were lost in the glory presence, as if asleep on their feet, and unable to respond anyway.  I told my interpreter twice, “Tell them to check for their pain.  If their pain is completely gone, tell them to sit down.”  Finally, the third time, I said, “Please, I need to know for myself if you are healed so I can quit praying.  Check your body.  Feel your stomach.   If you are healed, please sit down.”    It was as if they woke up.  About 85% of them sat down.  I did a call for back pains, but only 2 people came forward.  I thought to myself, “There must be more than that,” so I asked the ladies that had come up before that knew that they had pain when they came up, but now they knew that their pain was completely gone, to raise their left hand and let everyone know that they were healed, as a testimony for the others.  I was relieved that a huge bunch of ladies raised their hands, and then more people came up for prayer, knowing that the prayer was working.  I decided to go back to the 20 second deal on this bunch, and my peace started to return, and the miracles seemed to flow a little easier for me.  I kept on praying, stopping only once in a while to give God love and praise.  The pastor once in a while made some comments about me.  I could not catch all the Spanish, but it was good.  The 2^nd group got healed, and I called a third group up and prayed for them, and then my time was up.  The pastor preached a short communion message, and we all took communion, and then I went to stand at the back of the church, to make sure that others could come to me for prayer if they wanted.  As I was standing at the back of the church, a young man prophesied over me.  The pastor also prophesied over me.  Part of what he said was, “The Lord says that your dreams from 13 years ago are fulfilled.  The Lord says that your dreams are His dreams, your desires are His desires, and your life is His life.”   I thought back to these dreams.  It was about 13 years ago (according to the Jewish way of counting years), when I had the same dream three times.   The dreams were like this:  I would be praying for someone to be healed, and I was either in a church or on the street, and I was either in Mexico or in the United States, but I would sit up in bed as I woke up screaming, “By His stripes you are healed!!!”  Anyway, the service ended, and many came to me for prayer and were all healed.  Members of the congregation had written prayer requests for people outside of the church, and they gave me a stack of these requests, maybe 20 or 30.  We went out to eat after church with the people that owned the hotel where we were staying, who also attended the church.

Saturday, April 10:  Pastor Julio was going to San Pedro Sula to pick up his son, who was flying in from Bolivia, so he had offered us a ride.  I had a tentative church date Saturday night, so I wanted to get back earlier than when the pastor wanted to leave, but we waited on the pastor because I desired to see him and fellowship with him.  The pastor was running late, and I decided to leave on the bus.  I called him as I was leaving, but the pastor said to wait because he was on the way.  I had almost missed my blessing.  I felt a little bit like Saul who did not wait on Samuel.  Pastor Julio was very charismatic, and more so than anyone else I can think of.  He was full of life, energy, and the prophetic word of God, as he reminded me of the prophecy from the night before, and added more to it.  He told me that the criticism and the persecution against me were like rocks put in my path, but I would step on the rocks as stepping stones and stairs to go further and higher in the Lord.  He also prophesied over Manuel, my interpreter.  When we arrived at the airport, I met his son, and I felt like I had made a connection for Bolivia.  Pastor Julio also told me not to minister Saturday night, but to stay at the house and rest, in that the Lord had something for me Sunday, and I should be rested up for it.  I was obedient to what he told me, and I stayed at what I call home at Jose Tulio’s.  I fellowshipped with Jose Tulio Gomez, who was able to answer many of my questions about demons, devils and witches.  I had experienced things that the vast majority of Christians in America know nothing about.  I was starting to learn what Jesus meant by first binding the strong man of the house.  I had learned things in Sensenti, an area that had been dedicated to the devil, and controlled by a famous witch that had the power to heal people.  Things were just a small tad tougher there in some respects, and I’m not allowed to talk about it unless I bring glory to the devil.  However, all powers are subject to the name and authority of the Lord, our Christ, Jesus.  I have a question for my brothers back in the states:  If a witch can have the power to heal people, how much more should the Christians be doing it?  It is time to put behind us our double-minded attitudes of ‘God sometimes allows sickness’.  This doctrine does nothing but grieve the Holy Spirit and diminish the work of His stripes at the whipping post.  I have never seen a pastor that teaches this doctrine receive a complete manifestation of healing; not that it hasn’t happened, just that I have never seen it.  Also, I have had to re-teach many Americans that believe this before they can receive their healing.  If they try to argue with me about it, they will never get healed, no, not even from a simple arthritic pain.  (Please see the page “Healing Teaching”, which exposes many false doctrines concerning scriptures that pastors have twisted in an effort to explain why God may not heal.)  Jesus is the answer, not the problem.  However, America is in a bad way.  America has passed laws that are causing His hand of protection to start to lift.  It is our neighbors to the south that are rich in commodities, and rich in God, where Christian music can still be heard in public malls without being sued by the ACLU.  I believe that there will be some equalization coming financially, between the U.S. and our neighbors to the south.

Sunday, April 11:  Manuel stayed at his house and rested.  My good friend Oswaldo Gutierrez came with missionary friend John Allard and picked me up to go to church with them.  We went to the large Evangelical Reformada Iglesia near downtown San Pedro Sula.  I shook hands with the pastor, and mentioned that I would like to pray for people to be healed.  He said OK, and I did not know if he was going to call me up or not, but he did.  I was not scheduled to speak, but this was totally impromptu.  I preached for about 5 minutes with Oswaldo interpreting for me, and people came forward to be healed.  I started to pray for them one at a time, but there was a lot of them, and the pastor wanted me to pray for them all at one time.  Again, I felt pressured, and tried to pray for them quickly, one at a time, and having a different interpreter that was not used to me added to the pressure.  However, I’m sure that many got healed, but nobody knew it.  They were all standing there enjoying the presence of God.  Then the pastor asked everybody to sit down.  He had a message to preach, and often his messages are broadcast over the radio over San Pedro.  Also, the worship group was extremely talented, and I had sat in with them before back in 2001 and 2002.  I did not have much time, and I did not want to interrupt their agenda.  I was OK with everything, except that I felt somewhat humiliated, in that nobody knew that people actually got healed.  Also, after the service, I stood there in the middle of the church, but nobody came to me to ask for prayer as usual, or not even to shake my hand.   Neither did I see the pastor’s face.  This added to my humiliation.  We walked uptown and ate at Wendy’s.  Later, I met with Manual, and we took the bus to El Progresso.  I was scheduled to preach at Iglesia Gosen, under Pastor Wilmar Moreno, at 4:00 pm.  We went early, and arrived at the park in El Progresso at around 3 pm, and a couple of people got saved before Pastor Wilmar came to pick us up there.  This church was small, and I had ministered here a couple of times before, and I was among friends that loved me.  Thoughts were going through my mind such as:  “I’m just a little one-on-one healing dude.  I’ll never make it in the big mega churches.  I can’t pray fast enough.”  I thought about my friend Wayne Sanders, from Common Ground, and how he was anointed to pull down strongholds over whole regions, by hearing specific directions from the Lord on how to do it, such as when he drove around La Ceiba 7 times at the same time the police were making a huge drug bust of a magnitude of gaining international attention.  Yes, my dreams from 13 years ago were fulfilled, but I just had not dreamt big enough.  As the worship started in the church, I went outside to walk in the yard and pray in tongues.  I felt the Lord’s presence come upon me.  When this happens, I cannot pray at all, in that all I can do is cry and say over and over again, “I love You, Jesus, I love You, Jesus!”  This time I prayed, “Help me, Jesus.  Help me, Jesus!”  The Lord knows my thoughts.  He knew what was on my mind.  He knew that I wanted to try one more time to pray for all the people at once.   I went inside the church.  I could feel His presence strongly, and could tell that the others felt His presence also.  I preached.  We confessed Jesus as Lord to one another.  Then I explained to them, how I felt at home in this church, and I wanted to try something knew.   They knew about the healing anointing that the Lord has blessed me with.  I explained how I wanted to pray for them all at one time.  We were just going to try it.  It was an experiment, I told them.  I did not tell them that I had tried it twice before and failed.  I called everyone up with pain.  There was only about 10 or 12 people that came up to the front.   “The Kingdom of Heaven is here!” I proclaimed.  I told them all to put their hand where the pain was, or over the area that needed healing.  I prayed for all of them over the microphone as if I was praying for a single person,  “I command every spirit of infirmity to pack your bags and go, in the name of the Christ, Jesus, and don’t come back, for it is written, by His stripes we were healed.”  I continued, “Thank you, Father, for the anointing.” I said.  “Let the anointing come, and bring healing, in the name of the Christ, Jesus.  Thank you, Father.”  Now I just waited to see what happened.  One woman started shaking and then fell out in the Spirit.  I waited about a minute as everybody looked as if they were basking under the anointing.  I did not want to interrupt what was happening, but I also wanted to make sure that everybody got healed.  Maybe I felt like I just had to do something, as some sort of religious activity.  I walked by each one and put my hands on either side of their body where their hand was on top of the area of their body that needed healing and rebuked the spirit of infirmity again, which probably did nothing at this point.  The glory presence shadow from my body probably added nothing at this point.  I wish I could see in the Spirit, like a real seer.  Anyway, I told them all to sit down when they knew that their pain was gone.  When they had all sat down, then I asked them, “How many of you know that you were healed at the beginning, before I went by and prayed for you one at a time?  If you know you got healed when I prayed for you all at the same time, please raise your hand.”  I was glad to see almost everybody raise their hand.  Then I asked how many of them were healed when I went by and prayed over them personally, and only one person raised her hand.  There was only one man that did not raise his hand at all on either call, and he was about 65 years old, and I believe that he had a prostrate problem, judging by the area where he was holding his hand.  This did not bother me in that people don’t know when they get healed of prostrate problems until the next time they go to urinate.  If they are not prophetically inclined or sensitive to spiritual things, they will not feel any warmth or tingling while they are getting healed.  As far as I was concerned, everybody got healed.  It worked.  The group prayer worked.  Going to visit Pastor Julio on Friday worked, in that I knew that he was probably praying for this very thing to happen.  I was obedient to the word from Pastor Julio.  His prayers for me worked.  As in 2006, I received an increase on the last day of my Honduras trip partly because of prayers from Pastor Julio and his church.  Also, I had memorized the word from God that missionary John Allard had heard:  “Get in position.  Take aim.  Keep shooting until you hit the mark.”  I had kept shooting.  I was eager to get back down here in Honduras again so I could pray for more people in more churches.  I had not even left Honduras yet, and I was planning my next trip.  I did not want to leave. 

Monday, April 12:  Sometimes I cry at the airport as I'm leaving the country, and this was one of those moments.  Manuel DeJesus stayed with me till the last moment when I had to go thru the detectors, and then I broke.  I was returning to Illinois to work hard as a paint contractor.  I remembered some more of the prophetic word from Pastor Julio that he spoke over me Saturday, saying, "You will make many trips out of your country, and your family will not understand, saying, 'What?  You are going again?  You just got back!  And they won't understand."  It was as if Pastor Julio had heard the exact words of my wife when I booked my flight for the last trip.