ABOUT MARIO MURILLO
Mario Murillo rose from poverty in the Mission District of San Francisco. After being revolutionized by Christ, he felt a call to the University of California at Berkeley.
Sharing his faith on this riot-torn campus seemed beyond impossible. His attempts to communicate were repeatedly rejected. which led him to pray a prayer that would define the rest of his life. “If you called me to this campus, you must help me.” The help arrived in stages. It began with words—a way of saying things that were different than audiences were accustomed to—that seemed to tumble out of his mouth. A small group of students quickly grew to a regular crowd of hundreds.
Then something else happened: students began to report healings. They would testify, that in the Name of Jesus, their sickness had vanished.
Mario quickly understood that any report of healing should be verified by doctors. He also steadfastly maintained that the Gospel must remain his central theme. Miracles must be regarded as byproducts of preaching the Word of God. Now thousands began to attend his rallies.
His international ministry was launched after a 4-day conference in San Jose California extended for 6 months with a total attendance of nearly 250,000 people.
Since then Mario’s voice has been heard by millions around the world, bringing a message that zeroes in on the hurts of society. He presents Christ clearly, intelligently and openly declares the power of Jesus to totally transform a life. His simple declaration: Come and see. Christ has the power to end addiction, racism, violence and disease.
READ FROM HIS BLOG
You Are the Miracle America Needs Now
The Tent comes down tomorrow morning. The fire it lit doesn't go anywhere. That's the only way to say it after a night like this. For 52 days a tent sat on a property in Stockton, a city a lot of people had written off, and on the final night the crowd was the largest...
Healing Power Falls in Stockton
A walker got pushed away and a cane tossed aside, one walked off unaided and the other began to dance. That is the night in two pictures. You could feel that the atmosphere was different from the jump. The last few nights have carried a militancy, worship as a war...
The Tent Goes to War
The worship tonight was the best and most anointed I've ever heard it. I don't say that lightly. I've sat through a lot of nights under this Tent, and tonight the sound coming off that stage was something else entirely. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't easy. It was an army...