http://www.smithwigglesworth.com/pensketches/daughters.htm

Meetings were transferred to the former African Methodist Episcopal
Church at 312 Azusa Street. During the next few days as they were
renovating the lumber store the first convert was recorded. One of the
women who were cleaning the building had one of the workmen down on his
knees and he was soundly converted before the place was opened.

On Easter Sunday morning (April 15th) Jennie Evans Moore took the
Asbery’s to Smale’s church. After the sermon, when Smale invited
testimonies. Jennie took the floor and told the congregation what had
taken place in the Asbery home and in Azusa Street. She then spoke in
tongues and the awed congregation heard Ruth Asbery give the
interpretation.

On Tuesday a reporter from the Los Angeles Times visited Azusa Street.
On the following day the paper carried the report of this visit. The
same paper led with a report of the San Francisco earthquake that
resulted in the death of 10,000 people.

Excerpt from the Stanley Frodisham prophecy from 1965:

http://www.propheciesfortoday.uk.com/listA.php?id=174

With great judgements will I plead with the population of this country. Great darkness is coming upon the countries that have heard My gospel but no longer walk in it. My wrath shall come upon them. The darkness shall be so great and the anguish so sore that men shall cry out for death and shall not find it. There shall be a lingering death, famine and great catastrophes.

The prophecy above is not the only one in modern times that I have come across that states the Lord is not pleased with his church and we will be judged to bring us back to him. It’s pretty clear in the Word of God concerning the sins of Israel.

Also from the Stanley Frodisham prophecy:

When I visit My people in mighty revival power, it is to prepare them for the darkness ahead. With the Glory shall come great darkness, for the Glory is to prepare My people for the darkness.

FGBMFI Central Valley Convention – Turlock CA Banquet

Play Audio Testimony – Is He Real – from May 3, 1986

While reading from a book about the life of Smith Wigglesworth, “A man asked Smitty, ‘Smitty, when you’ve gone home, who do you think this mantle will go on to?’. Smitty replied, ‘I believe, I don’t know, it’s up to the Holy Spirit’.”

“And God be my witness, as I sat there, that light appeared in our kitchen, and a voice came forth and said, ‘I have passed this mantle on to you’.” T 41:50

The Testimony Of Jim Sepulveda from Modesto, CA, USA

‘Jim, if you own anything of value, please made out a will,’ my doctor told me after severe pains in my chest sent me to the hospital. Tests revealed an enlarged heart, a damaged main valve, and two main arteries blocked by cholesterol. I would need double bypass surgery, and a valve replacement.

I was thirty-five years old. I was terrified, and far too young to die! I came from a very large, but poor family and was the youngest. I spent time with my older brothers, and one in particular who worked in an auto-wrecking business. When I was five years old, I went on my bicycle to this company, and asked if they would give me a job. They guy laughed and told me to come back next year. I did, and he told me to come back the next year. Finally, when I was eight years old they employed me.

I wanted to be a businessman. I did not really know what one was, but I did know kids from the other side of town who had fancy clothes and toys and big cars. They told me that their fathers were businessmen, so that’s when I decided I would be one too! I worked in the wreckers’ yard until one day, when I was about 12, I found a box of panel beating tools. I began to work on these old cars, knocking out the dents. I soon became an expert, and I would ride my bicycle round the neighborhood looking for cars that had dents in their fenders (wings), and then ask the owner if I could fix it for them. A lot said no way, because I was too young, but others were happy to let me have a go. I would go home on a Saturday and give my mother the money. She would get mad at me because she thought I had stolen it.

By the time I was 15, I was an expert paint sprayer. Again, I had found an old compressor, and began mixing colors and spraying the cars. It did not seem to matter what colors I mixed, they always came out lime green! I then began my own business in my father’s garage. By the time I was 16 I had pictures of my customized cars on the front covers of magazines such as Hot Rod, and many others. At 17, whilst still at high school, I was employing three grown men.

One day a young Jewish boy brought me his new convertible, and asked me to paint it a color that no other car had ever been. He did not mind how much it cost. It was so successful that I won lots of custom car shows with it, and it was on the cover of lots of magazines. Eventually this led to my being taken into his uncle’s company, and working my way to the top by the time I was 32. I was then invited to join a new company, and to make it profitable within four years. I did it in six months. I was still working for them, having become very successful, when I reached the age of thirty-five and I collapsed.

Six weeks before surgery, God began intervening in my life. I did not know my wife, my mother-in-law, and their church were praying for me! I was at home watching television one evening, when suddenly a warm feeling came over me. I wondered if I was getting a fever as beads of sweat came from my forehead. Then, very clearly into my mind came the name of a local town about thirty five miles from where we live. I asked my wife, Sharon, if she knew of anything going on there that night. She told me there was nothing going on there. She went out of the room, but again these feeling came over me. Sharon came back three times, and each time I asked her whether she was sure there was nothing going on that night. She was getting upset with me, and was walking out of the room when she stopped, and a big smile came over her face. She said there was something going on but it was unlikely I would want to go. Evidently there was a healing service where they prayed for the sick.

My wife had a church background, but had not been to church for years. As for me, I had been raised a Catholic, and thought people who went to healing services were a bunch of holy rollers whom I would not go near for anything, not even money. In fact I laughed to myself at even the hint of any idea that I would go to such a service. But, even as I did so, I found myself saying to Sharon, ‘Would you like to go?’ I am not sure who was the most surprised between us. Had I really suggested that?

We drove to the auditorium where the service was to be held. There was a large crowd of people going towards the front entrance. I insisted we sit up in the balcony, at the back, just in case there was anyone there who might recognize us. To say I felt uncomfortable would be an understatement. I kept looking at my watch, fidgeting a bit, looking at my watch again, and not believing how slowly the time was going. In the end I turned to Sharon and said, ‘Let’s get out of here.’

What seemed to be a simple thing to do proved impossible. As I tried to get up, a warm feeling came over me again, and I could not move. My legs were paralyzed, and I thought I might be having a heart attack. Then I began to sweat, especially as the man on the stage called people forward. As he touched them they fell onto the floor. This was something weird, and again I tried to get up to go, but my legs just would not move. Suddenly the speaker at the front stopped, and looked up. ‘The Holy Spirit is telling me there is a man here who is scheduled for open-heart surgery. If you will come down now, I believe the Lord is going to heal you.’

He looked around, waiting for someone to respond. He surely could not mean me, and anyway, I still could not move. No one came forward and so he spoke again. ‘The Holy Spirit is telling me that He has a work for this man. Everyone bow their heads with me. Let us pray and see if the Holy Spirit might reveal the man’s name to me.’ He, and almost everyone else, bowed their heads, whilst I kept looking round. After about a minute, he slowly raised his hand and pointed his finger until it seemed to be aimed right between my eyes. ‘All right … Jim, come down now,’ he said.

At that moment it seemed like a breath of fresh air hit me, and I could move my legs. I turned to Sharon and told her I was getting out of the place, and that I would meet her in the parking lot. I walked out to the main aisle and up the stars, towards the exit sign at the top of the balcony. As I opened the door that warm feeling came around me again. A very clear thought entered my mind: What have you to lose?

Almost before I realised what I was doing, I had let go of the door, and was walking down the stairway towards the front of the auditorium.

‘Jim?’ was the man’s question as I came and stood in front of him. He asked if I believed in Jesus and I had to think. I had not been in church for 13 years, but I said I kind of did. The next question was whether I believed Jesus has died on the cross for me. I said,’ Yes’. After a few more questions, the speaker raised his arms and pointed at me. ‘Jim I believe the Lord is going to heal you now.’

Yet again, that same warmth went through me. My knees buckled and I fell on the platform. I felt wrapped in a warm blanket of peace and love. Then I began to see a red light appear toward the ceiling. It came down and touched my head. A pure warm heat poured down my neck and chest, right down to my feet. An even warmer heat came up my left side and stopped in the area of my chest. Then it felt as if two little fingers moved things around inside my heart. I felt physical movement inside me for about two minutes, then it stopped. Without conscious thought the words came out of my mouth, ‘Jesus, I love You. I know that You have healed me. I love You.’

My doctor was not convinced when I went back to see him, and told him about my experience in the auditorium. He was very concerned about me, and advised me to have open-heart surgery. We discussed the situation at some length, and then a thought came into my mind. ‘Catheterization. Do it for the glory of God.’ I knew that this was a procedure in which the doctors made an incision in a main artery, then fed a catheter into the heart to take pictures, so that they could ascertain the exact condition of the heart. I put it to him, ‘Doc, listen. I don’t want that open-heart surgery. I want a catheterization. I want more tests.’ Finally he agreed, and several days later I was on the operating table.

It was one of those tests they do whilst you are conscious, so I was awake the whole time. Everything seemed to go well. However, I suddenly felt a searing pain in the middle of my heart. This pain ran across my shoulders, down my chest and side, and my heart began leaping inside my chest. As I began to lose consciousness, I could feel the doctors pounding on my chest.

‘Jesus, if it’s my time to come home, I’m ready,’ I thought. ‘I love You.’ I was engulfed in complete peace with no fear of death.

I opened my eyes, and I was standing in a field, surrounded by acres of green grass. Every blade glowed as if backlit by a tiny spotlight. To my right stretched a dazzling expanse of vibrant flowers, with colors I had never seen before. Above me the endless sky was a deep and pure blue. The air around me was permeated with love.

I walked over a hill, a short distance away, then stopped beside the base of a large tree. A light began to appear beside the tree. The blinding aura was too bright to look at directly. I squinted down toward the ground, and then saw a pair of sandals beginning to appear at the bottom edge of the light. As my eyes moved upward, I glimpsed the hem of a seamless white gown. Higher, I could make out the form of a Man’s body. Around His head shone an even brighter brilliance, obscuring a direct view of His face. Even though I could not see clearly, because of the dazzling splendor, I knew immediately the identity of this Man. I was standing in the presence of Jesus Christ.

‘Jim, I love you.’ His voice washed over me, indescribably gentle, tender and peaceful. ‘But it is not your time yet. You must go back, for I have many works to do in you.’ I stood in awe, unable to utter a sound. Within me I was protesting that I was never going back. I wanted to stay right there beside Him. Almost with the hint of a chuckle, He spoke again: ‘Jim, I love you but it is not your time yet.’

Then the brilliance surrounding Him reached out and engulfed me, immersing me in a total sense of love and peace. I do not know how long I stood transfixed, but finally I turned away and began walking over the hill. Then a blue mist of light began to come around me like a fog. It turned into a dark shadow, and everything went black.

Suddenly I opened my eyes, and realized I was lying on the operating table, covered with a sheet. I did not know until later that I had been dead for eight minutes. Everyone had left the operating room except for the main surgeon, and one of his assistants. They were at the back of the room, filling out a report on my death. After a few seconds, I sat up. The sheet slid down my lap, and I saw the two men at the far side of the room with their backs to me.

‘Gentlemen,’ I announced, ‘I am ready to proceed if you are!’ They turned and looked at me, their faces white. ‘Get the rest of them in here quick,’ the surgeon then said to his assistant.

They ran test after test on me. Early the next morning, the surgeon came to my room and announced he was releasing me from the hospital. ‘Come back this evening at 8:30 to my office, and we will go over all the results of your new tests.’

That evening I told my doctor what I had experienced during those eight minutes I ‘died’ on the operating table. ‘Jim,’ he said after I was done, ‘I am going to show you something you will not believe.’ Together we looked at the new pictures of my heart. Rather than being enlarged, it was now the normal size. Where there had been eighty-five percent blockage in two arteries, there was now no arteriosclerosis. The main valve was functioning normally.

‘We ran test after test on you, Jim! He looked at me and winked. ‘This is off the record.’ I saw a tear form at the corner of his eye, but he had a smile on his face. ‘According to these pictures, this Jesus you have been talking about has either replaced or repaired your heart.’

Jim Sepulveda traveled the world sharing his testimony and preaching, a man who really knew God. In March 1994 God decided it was his time, and at the age of 54 he died in Canada, on his way home from a preaching tour.

God’s Descent

A young woman named Mary was engaged to Joseph from King David’s family. Before they were married, she learned that she was going to have a baby by God’s Holy Spirit. The angel Gabriel greeted Mary and said, “You are truly blessed! The Lord is with you.” Then the angel told Mary, “Don’t be afraid! God is pleased with you, and you will have a son. His name will be Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of God Most High. The Lord God will make him king, as his ancestor David was. He will rule the people of Israel forever, and his kingdom will never end.”

Mary asked the angel, “How can this happen? I am not married!”

The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come down to you, and God’s power will come over you. So your child will be called the holy Son of God… nothing is impossible for God!”

At that moment, Mary knew her life and reputation were ruined. What was her reply?

Mary said, “I am the Lord’s servant! Let it happen as you have said.”

Joseph was a good man and did not want to embarrass Mary in front of everyone. So he decided to call off the wedding. While Joseph was thinking about this, an angel from the Lord came to him in a dream. The angel said, “Joseph, the baby that Mary will have is from the Holy Spirit. Go ahead and marry her. Then after her baby is born, name him Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”

Mary was engaged to Joseph and traveled with him to Bethlehem. She was soon going to have a baby, and while they were there, she gave birth to her first-born son. She dressed him in baby clothes and laid him on a bed of hay, because there was no room for them in the inn.

In his Jewish history, Josephus wrote: “I found a geneology of Jesus in Jerusalem. Jesus was the illegitimate son, of an unfaithful woman”. Even during the time of Jesus ministry, when in his 30s, some Jews still mocked him, “We were not born from adultery”.

Through a shamefully pregnancy and a birth in poverty, God came into the world.

From the Koine Greek used in Scripture, Mary was a ‘very young girl’; probably fourteen or fifteen. She is in labor, in a strange town, with no place to have her baby. At last, they find a cave used to shelter and feed livestock. Joseph has to move animals out of the way so Mary has a room on the floor. Imagine the environment. Close, cramped quarters, filled with smell and sounds of livestock. Then, Mary’s travail; not much in the way of anesthetics back then. I imagine her cries of pain filling the cave. Then, rejoicing! Our Savior is born.

That night in the fields near Bethlehem some shepherds were guarding their sheep. All at once an angel came down to them from the Lord, and the brightness of the Lord’s glory flashed around them. The shepherds were frightened. But the angel said, “Don’t be afraid! I have good news for you, which will make everyone happy. This very day in King David’s hometown a Savior was born for you. He is Christ the Lord. You will know who he is, because you will find him dressed in baby clothes and lying in a bed of hay.”

Did angels descend from heaven and announce the Saviors birth to the kings, the influential, the aristocracy or even the high priests of the Temple? The angels announced the King’s birth to the shepherds in the field. The lowest caste in Jewish society.

Suddenly many other angels came down from heaven and joined in praising God. They said:

“Praise God in heaven!
Peace on earth to everyone who pleases God.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eafO02aJlEY

Young girl from Brazil gives testimony with fire!

Folks, the Breath of God is on this generation; old and young alike. Ready for revival? I believe we are in the midst of the Great Revival.

I have only read about the Holy Spirit falling on children this way in books written about events surrounding the Azusa Street Revival. Gustavo Lopez, from the Victory Life Center Spanish Church (translated the December 20, 2009, Christmas message), was gracious enough to watch this video and give me his take. He tells me the language is not Spanish, but Portugese with several segments in tongues.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eafO02aJlEY

Shillong Childrens Revival in India

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz5In54DLpY

Annointing Strikes Nine Year-Old To Pray

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrkBag_oAF4

Holy Ghost Filled Children

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdhL9uw2UIc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roxfftC_n8I

Benny Hinn – FIRE Fall on Kids

Ministry to young people at the end of the service. From Benny Hinn Miracle Crusade, Riverside Centroplex Area, Baton Rouge/Louisiana 2003

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVIPF_PmHuQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpKR0REYrnY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-3X5hIFXYU

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Hello everyone,

I staggered across this video documentary this morning, and it has shown me the alarming results of what I have known for years. I believe that you should take 7 minutes of your time this morning and view this video. If it does not awaken you to the reality of what is taking place in not only America, But the entire planet, then I would pray that the Lord shakes you from your sleep.

PLEASE WATCH THEN CONTINUE READING.

We have slept while others are rising….It is no wonder the prophetic words that many of the Pastors have heard from me has been hitting on Islam recently….

We must come together as the Kingdom of God NOW…REVIVAL must begin NOW throughout this Central valley and the planet… Pray that the flesh (soul) of your bones obeys the call to unity of the Kingdom!….

I believe that this is where we are in time , I also believe that we will see much more prior to the return of our Lord, it is critical for us to awake….OH but the urgency I feel….

Matt 13:35

35 That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, I will open my mouth in parables; I will utter things which have been kept secret from the foundation of the world.

Matt 13:24-27

24 Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man which sowed good seed in his field: 25 But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way. 26 But when the blade was sprung up, and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also. 27 So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? from whence then hath it tares? 28 He said unto them, An enemy hath done this. The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up? 29 But he said, Nay; lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them. 30 Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.

Matt 13:37-40

37 He answered and said unto them, He that soweth the good seed is the Son of man; 38 The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked one; 39 The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels. 40 As therefore the tares are gathered and burned in the fire; so shall it be in the end of this world.

I will be holding a special dinner meeting in the upcoming month/year for Church leaders and Pastors, Prophets, Apostles, Evangelists, Teachers, As I believe that this meeting is the will of the Lord and I believe I have heard from the Lord on this.

It will be in the Modesto area, and once I confirm Location and time I will email with the details. Please R.S.V.P. Now if you are going to plan to attend. So that I might get a feel for the approximate number of attendees. It will most likely be on a Saturday night approximately 5:30pm – 7:30 AGAIN PLEASE R.S.V.P.
by email now. I am shooting for the 17th of January.

I leave you with this scripture

John 4:35-38

35 You know the saying, ‘Four months between planting and harvest.’ But I say, wake up and look around. The fields are already ripe* for harvest. 36 The harvesters are paid good wages, and the fruit they harvest is people brought to eternal life. What joy awaits both the planter and the harvester alike! 37 You
know the saying, ‘One plants and another harvests.’ And it’s true. 38 I sent you to harvest where you didn’t plant; others had already done the work, and now you will get to gather the harvest.” NLT

Blessings,

Pastor Alan
Master’s Touch World Ministries
Founder/President
P.O. Box 205
Escalon, Ca 95320