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It was the fifties, when in Argentina the Evangelicals were looked upon like unworthy of having a friend outside their circles, leave aside the Pentecostals which fell under a rather unnamed category.

Dr. Miller, a missionary from the USA, and by all means a visionary had just planted a new Bible College, one of the very few we had in those years. Great efforts were made to teach a group of just 20 students; the needs were many, and the need for preachers of the Gospel was desperate, and so there was a sense of desperation as well about using the time to prepare those workers as best as they could.

And then it happened, the students began to pray. Not that they did no pray before; they did pray, but this was different: A Spirit of Intercession overwhelmed them all and they began to pray. And pray they did. So much that soon they would miss classes because they did not want to miss a beat of what the Holy Spirit was doing, although they did not quite know at the time what it was.

Dr. Miller was a man of purpose, and was concerned about the students missing classes; however, he was also a man with a close relationship with the Holy Spirit. His own intimacy with the Holy Ghost brought him to the realization that there was something unusual, not only in the way the students were praying but in what the Holy Spirit was about to bring to the nation.

So, all classes were suspended.

And the Holy Spirit was at work.

Students were now praying 24/7. Staying awake for as long as they could and taking turns so that the ongoing flow of intercession was not cut for any reason. Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit was busy stirring up the heart of an Evangelist in the USA to come and preach in a then unknown place for him. An unknown evangelist, we must admit. Not a big name. Not one who everybody wanted. No sir, one that had not been a success; but one who was about to be made significant by allowing the Holy Ghost to take him into the unknown.

One student was found against a wall, praying intensely while standing on a puddle of his own tears.

Evangelist Tommy Hick was on the plane toward his Divine assignment in Argentina when the Holy Spirit told him just one word: Peron. Uhh? Lady, can you tell me what this word Peron mean? The stewardess giggled as she told him that it was the last name of the President of Argentina, the country where God was bringing him with a purpose.

He knew then.

He had to see the President. And he went to see him at the government house. This is quite a story in itself so I will write it separately. Suffice here to say that the President was healed of cancer, and as a result he made all the stadiums in the country available for this no-name, no-body, unknown evangelist to preach the Gospel.

The crusade brought more than 200,000 people to salvation. Countless were dramatically healed of a variety of diseases. The last few weeks saw the stadium packed to capacity, while well over 200,000 crowded up the streets surrounding it. They could not make it in, the only technology available were some speakers broadcasting outside the arena; however, the Holy Spirit was at work also outside and miracles were happening by the thousands.

It took 20 students.

And the Holy Spirit working together.

Sure there were many others praying, and all those prayers added up to the move of God. But it was those 20 students, caught up in a Spirit of Intercession that sparked, kicked off, ignited one of the biggest fires of revival to hit Argentina.

20 prayed.

200,000 were saved.

Written by J. Conrad Lampan with information from first hand witnesses.