Day 1 – Cairo, Egypt
Tonight marked the first night of our final Gospel Campaign of the year – the last of fifty.
We began in Cape Town, and now, after months of relentless effort and miracles that could fill a lifetime, we’re in Cairo. For those who grasp the weight of this moment, it’s nothing less than prophetic.
Christ for all Nations began with a dream. Back in 1974, Evangelist Reinhard Bonnke, then a struggling missionary in southern Africa, had a prophetic dream in which he saw a map of Africa, washed in the blood of Jesus. He heard a voice declare, “From Cape Town to Cairo, Africa shall be saved.” The same dream came to him four nights in a row, until he finally told his wife, Anni, “I think God is trying to tell me something.”
Now, here we are – 2024 – celebrating 50 years of Christ for all Nations. This year, we felt a divine invitation to press into God’s promises in a way that bordered on audacious. In the past, we might have completed six or seven campaigns in a year. But this time, we set out to accomplish something bold, something unprecedented: 50 full-scale, mass evangelistic campaigns. Not fifty nights or meetings – fifty campaigns!
There were moments when the goal seemed impossible – when the obstacles felt insurmountable. But by God’s grace, here we stand. The fiftieth campaign began tonight, and with it, a new era of evangelism for CfaN.
Day 1 – Cairo, Egypt
As we pulled onto the field tonight, it felt like stepping into a moment of history.
The field was packed, but the atmosphere was unlike anything we’re used to. The crowd was reserved, quiet, respectful. Part of that is cultural, but part of it is the sheer novelty of this event – something unheard of in this part of the world. In a nation where more than 90% of the population is Muslim, preaching the Gospel openly isn’t just rare; it’s usually forbidden.
For the first time in my ministry, I preached on a campaign field where a Muslim minaret literally loomed overhead. The call to prayer echoed across the crowd as the service continued. Around us were houses and apartment complexes, inhabited by Muslim families, so close we could see into their windows. And yet, the Gospel rang out, loud and unmistakable. Some people sat on their balconies, listening intently.
I preached Jesus – the way, the truth, and the life without hesitation. I spoke of the blood of Jesus and the beauty of the cross. When I gave the call for salvation, the response was so overwhelming we nearly had a stampede. Then, as always, I prayed for the sick, and Jesus moved in power. Miracles happened, undeniable and wonderful. Some were too afraid to testify publicly, worried about the risks to themselves and their families. But nothing could stop Jesus from saving and healing.
