Brother Dale is a Revivalist who spends much of his time preaching revival to the churches in Africa. He has written two books on revival and maintains a daily radio broadcast and an email newspaper c
Posted 4/5/12 at 8:24 AM | Dale Garris
Nigeria is a very different place. I'm not sure how different it is from the surrounding countries in West Africa, but it sure is a lot different than any of the other places in East Africa that I've been to.Your first impression when you get off the plane feels slightly out of focus. On the surface, everything seems the same as other African countries, and yet there something that lies just beneath it that you can't quite put your finger on. It's just different somehow. A somber blanket lies in the air that lends a subdued feeling to everything. There isn't that feeling of color and laughter in the air. It's as if Nigeria has stepped out of Technicolor into a world that is colored in shades of grey. Life is a serious undertaking here.
Is it the culture? Is it just the way it is? Or is it something deeper than that makes everything seem so drab – something deeply spiritual in nature?
I have spent the last two weeks bringing a message of revival to several churches whose hearts are turned to God for something other than the same old stuff that they have been hearing. Something different has to happen. Their desperation for a true move of God is rising and pushing past the ineffective platitudes of blessings and good things that have been promised to them free of charge. It's not working and they know it. I am embarrassed to say that these messages of false prosperity and unmerited blessings have poured forth from America, and so many innocent people have believed that, because America has been so blessed, this message must be true. FULL POST
Posted 3/9/12 at 12:21 AM | Dale Garris
The weather here is gorgeous and the temperature is perfect!
It was evening when I got off the plane in Kilgali and walked across the tarmac to the terminal. As soon as I stepped outside, I could feel the scent of that gentle Africa breeze in the air. I’m not sure what it is or why, but each of the sub-Saharan countries that I have visited have their own distinct exotic scent – similar but slightly unique to each land. As I emerge from the plane, it’s as if the land is welcoming me back. I almost feel at home.
Tomorrow morning, I will catch up on my jet lag and will slowly emerge from the hotel room later on to meet the General Manager of Restore FM, a major radio station in Rwanda. We are starting a 30-minute broadcast in Rwanda, twice a week every Monday and Friday for the next year, and I need to give him the DVD that has the broadcasts on it. As it turns out, he is a good friend of one of my hosts, Pastor Isaiah. Small world. FULL POST
Posted 3/9/12 at 12:20 AM | Dale Garris
Did you ever watch a duck going after the pieces of bread that you keep tossing at him? They say that a duck will eat himself to death if you keep feeding him. I get the feeling that my host here in Tanzania is afraid that the same will happen to me if they keep giving me too many places to preach at. Instead of the usual two or three services a day, they have geared me back to one service a night. I suppose there are some good reasons for that – for one, most people have to work during the day and would miss any services that took place during the day. Besides, they have not had a lot of time to plan for any extensive seminars because we only decided to come here a few weeks ago, so people would not have been able to make plans to take the time off to take time off to attend during the daytime.
Still, I get the feeling that my host, Pastor Noah, is afraid that I will get worn out if I push too hard. I appreciate the concern, nevertheless there is a sense of frustration that hangs over me to get this message of revival to as many people as I can while there is time. If I had a hundred years to do this, it would be different. But I don’t. I believe Jesus is coming sooner than we really expect. FULL POST
Posted 11/30/11 at 1:13 PM | Dale Garris
“God is not trying to change you. He’s trying to kill you!”
I read this today and it rang a bell in me. It isn’t change that I need to worry about. I’ve working against myself for 42 years trying to change myself into the man of God that I have pictured before me as my goal in life. No, I just gotta die.
This is not about being a better Christian or volunteering more at church. It’s not even about reading more Bible or fasting and praying more so that you will become a stronger man of God. It ain’t about you. It’s about others. It’s about surrender. It’s about giving up your vision of yourself and giving in to Him.
A lot of folks look at me and think I’ve got this whole thing all wrapped up in a neat package, but I’m as scared as the next guy about letting go and stepping into the unknown. How do you just drop all the stabilizing things in your life and step off the edge of the cliff? Is that what it means to die? I just have to shut off the switch that is labeled “Me”?
No one realizes how scared every time I am called to stand up before even the smallest groups of people in the remotest of villages. Every time. No matter how many hundreds of messages I have preached or how many hundreds of churches have been ignited or how many hundreds of people have been saved and healed, “Lord, will I be able to deliver your Word with the Anointing that will change their lives? When they ask me to pray for them, will they actually get healed? Are you gonna show up? Cause, honestly Lord, I don’t know how to do this.” FULL POST
Posted 11/20/11 at 1:55 PM | Dale Garris
I spend a lot of time speaking about the hunger for God that I continually find in the churches I visit in Africa. I suppose it is not true for every church over there. I probably miss the ones that are not hungry for revival because I refuse to give thousands of dollars so I can come preach at your church. I have two reasons for that.
One is that I hate con artists, especially Christian con artists. We've got plenty in the U.S. splattered all over the television, selling oil and rags, holy water and thinly disguised indulgences, while they pat each other on the back and invite each other to their programs so they can pump up the audience to give more money. I call them the C.C.A.A – Christian Con Artists of America. I'm sure you know exactly who I'm talking about. Their slick cousins over in Africa are simply learning the trade from their American masters.
The other reason for me not giving thousands of dollars to pastors for them to create some organizational extravaganza is that I am not looking for great numbers. I am only looking for those hungry souls who are willing to overcome any obstacles that are in their way to receive the fire of revival. Those are the ones who will carry the torch and light the rest of Africa – the others will just go home after they have been entertained and had their free meal. FULL POST
Posted 10/11/11 at 9:39 PM | Dale Garris
"Take counsel, execute
judgment; make thy shadow as the night in the midst of the noonday; hide the
outcasts; betray not him that wandereth."
There comes a time when you are called to make a stand
against things that are wrong, and answer the call to fight against the
oppression of the weak and innocent. God
calls us to first take counsel and understand what you are doing and why. Whenever you stand up to resist the
oppression of darkness, you need to understand that you will pay a price for
your convictions, but stand anyway because it is the right thing to do. You may not win, you may not come out of it
unhurt, you may pay a higher price than you'd like to, but there is a point
when, knowing and realizing what the price may be, you make that decision anyway. It is a determined call that rises out of
your soul that cries out that this is right and that is wrong, and you refuse
to give in to the intimidation of iniquity. Count the cost and make a decision
that you will stand for that which is right.
When you do stand, it will be in stark contrast to the
landscape around you – as the shadow of night in the midst of the bright noon
day. There is no mistaking who you are, what
you are doing, and what you are standing for.
There is a boldness to righteousness that fuels a faith that is defiant.
It is a David kind of faith, the kind he took out into the field to defy Goliath;
the kind that galvanized his feet to stand in that field of barley in
1Chronicles 11 with his two friends and defy the entire Philistine army. It is the type of defiant faith that Jonathan
declared as he rose up to scramble up the rocks that "there is no restraint to the LORD to
save by many or by few."
These were men of faith to whom the odds did not matter. It was not about winning or losing, or
personal safety or advantage. It was not
about blessings and prosperity. It was
that "Damn the torpedoes!" call to a battle for righteousness. What were the
odds against David when he and his two friends faced down an army that was so
fearsome that the entire army of Israel had fled? Who cares? They stood to fight for the honor
of God and it didn't matter what the odds were!
Did it matter to Jonathan that there were only two swords among all the
Israelites to fight over 30,000 men of war?
Not hardly. To men such as these, the victory belongs only to God. The only thing that matters is what is right. FULL POST
Posted 10/1/11 at 6:11 AM | Dale Garris
An old woman of 90 from Valdres, Norway had a vision from God in 1968. The evangelist Emanuel Minos had meetings (services) where she lived. He had the opportunity to meet her, and she told him what she had seen. He wrote it down, but thought it to be so unbelievable that he put it in a drawer. After 30 years, he understood he had to share the vision with others.
The woman from Valdres was a very alert, reliable, awake and credible Christian, with a good reputation among all who knew her. This is what she saw:
"I saw the time just before the coming of Jesus and the outbreak of the Third World War. I saw the events with my natural eyes. I saw the world like a kind of a globe and saw Europe, land by land. I saw Scandinavia. I saw Norway. I saw certain things that would take place just before the return of Jesus, and just before the last calamity happens, a calamity the likes of which we have never before experienced.
She mentioned four waves:
1. "First, before Jesus comes and before the Third World War breaks out there will be a 'détente' like we have never had before. There will be peace between the super powers in the east and the west, and there will be a long peace. [Remember, that this was in 1968 when the cold war was at its highest]. In this period of peace there will be disarmament in many countries, also in Norway and we are not prepared when it (the war) comes. The Third World War will begin in a way no one would have anticipated - and from an unexpected place. FULL POST
Posted 9/15/11 at 12:27 PM | Dale Garris
"Either what woman having ten pieces of silver, if she lose one piece, doth not light a candle, and sweep the house, and seek diligently till she find it? And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbors together, saying, Rejoice with me; for I have found the piece which I had lost. Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth."
As I get older, I find myself going through the same thing this woman went through. Where is that thing that I just laid down a moment ago? Where's my glasses? What happened to that pen I just had in my hand? It was here just a moment ago. Am I getting more stupid as the days progress, or am I just getting old?
Or am I just like the Church?
We can take comfort that we still have 9 pieces of silver and that tenth piece is around here somewhere. It'll turn up sooner or later. In the meantime, we have lots of other things to do that are more important right now.
Or do we?
Many of us may lament the loss of one piece of silver and will light a candle to find it, but if it doesn't show up, we are satisfied that at least we made an effort to find it. We have tall white steeples to let everyone know where our churches are, we put our church in the local Church Directory for everyone to find us, and we've even put a sign out front to invite them in. We have lit our candle and are satisfied that we have done our best. But few of us are willing to sweep the house and turn it upside down in a desperate search for that one lost piece of silver, that one lost sheep. FULL POST
Posted 8/10/11 at 2:33 AM | Dale Garris
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Praise the Lord everybody. I haven't written much on this trip, I guess because all the exotic stuff about being in Africa is becoming routine. Even the excitement that we have in services here is ... I don't want to say routine, but I've had a thousand or more services like this and how many times can you tell the same story? I must be getting old, callous, or accustomed to the supernatural.
This trip has been different than the others; possibly the most important one. For one thing, we have been attacked by the devil harder than we have ever been, so that has to tell you something. But there have been new open doors that I have not had before. For instance, I was invited to meet the President of Burundi (a Born-Again Christian who has two of my books), I've been on an hour long broadcast on national TV in Rwanda as well as a couple hours on Radio Rwanda and another station. I've preached at the biggest churches in Burundi, passed out a thousand "Four Steps to Revival" and over 200 Bibles, and seen over 400 souls get saved in just this trip alone.
But it's the intensity and violent outpourings of the Holy Spirit that is what I am finding extraordinary. I've had services before that were so anointed that you felt like you were floating, where people could actually see the glow of the Shekinah Glory. I've had healing lines where EVERBODY got healed, and services where the church we were at doubled and tripled in numbers within a week or so. But there is something deeper about this trip that I have not sensed before. Maybe that's why I have gone through so much fire. FULL POST
Posted 8/1/11 at 1:12 PM | Dale Garris
The Birthplace of 1970 Revival in Africa
On our way to our last series of services in Rwanda, we drove past the place where the 1970 revival first broke out in a little round building just off the highway. It was small and unassuming by any standards, and nothing would have suggested anything extraordinary, but this is the place where the heavens first broke wide open in 1970 and started an outpouring of the Holy Ghost that swept across the Africa.
It was here that a small group of determined prayer warriors took hold of the horns of the altar of God and crashed the gates of Heaven, crying out to God with broken hearts for God to send revival. They gathered in this tiny place and cried and cried and cried out to God to send revival. They were just a handful of simple country folk, but they had the courage to believe God and hold Him to His Word. They refused to let go until He sent revival, and when it came, it broke out like a fire that raged across the continent. FULL POST