We entered the State of West Virginia from one of its northern gates via Maryland. There were a lot of winding roads to maneuver, but the Lord allowed us a very nice and quiet place to anoint the soil with oil and place a prayer tag into the ground. All glory belongs to God.
I was honored to meet with Bishop James Daniel and Lady Daniel, Diocesan of the 27th Episcopal District of the Pentecostal Assemblies of the World, and Senior Pastor of Philadelphia Ministries, Inc. in New Orleans, Louisiana. We were treated to some sumptuous New Orleans-style cuisine. Prayer is done, oil into the soil is done, mission accomplished!
Prayer cards and Oil Vials.
Bishop Parchia praying for the State of Kentucky prior to us entering. We completed the mission for Kentucky by placing a prayer tag and anointed the soil with oil in a garden area at the Welcome Center.
After flying into Atlanta, GA, we drove through Chattanooga, Lebanon, Nashville and rested for the night in Clarksville, TN. (borders the military base, Ft. Campbell, KY). Along our journey, we were invited into the home of a lovely couple who lives in Lebanon. We were greeted and welcomed with enormous respect and honor. We had dinner and had a wonderful time conversing with them. Before leaving, we prayed for the couple and their home, and the Lord gave me a prophetic word for them. Our prayer mission was at one of the gates to the state. We planted a prayer tag into the ground and anointed the soil with oil.
We departed New Orleans around 8:30 p.m. and arrived in Birmingham, Alabama, around 3:00 a.m. on March 14, 2021. The church in the picture is the 16th Street Baptist Church. This church was bombed by domestic terrorists in 1963, killing four young girls while they were attending Sunday School. Four White Supremacists men were charged in the bombing. The church still stands, and the message of love from the Word of God still endures. Our prayer mission for Alabama was done along I-20, near one of the gates to the state.
We drove the entire length of the State of Mississippi (North to South). I was led to stop in the small city of Hazlehurst. We poured oil into the soil and placed a prayer tag into the ground. Also, we spend time distributing prayer cards and bookmarks. As Bishop Parchia and I were in a moment of prayer for the city, we could hear sirens from several emergency vehicles in the distance. Immediately Bishop Parchia petitioned God to send emergency help to this city. I believe this small city and the surrounding area are special. There will be something of significance taking there place in the future.
We experienced enormous favor and success as we entered the “Show-Me” State. We were blessed to encounter a group of pastors from various parts of the country (including Puerto Rico) in Kansas City, Missouri. They were there for a Pastor's Conference. After we introduced ourselves to each other and spent time in fellowship, we prayed for one another. Bishop Parchia, Pastor Stephenson, and I drove to an area near the Liberty Memorial where we anointed the soil with oil and planted the prayer tag/placard into the ground.
We were honored to have Bishop Mark Tolbert, 1st Assistant Presiding Bishop of Pentecostal Assemblies of the World, join us at the prayer site for the State of Missouri.
More Pictures from the Mission
I met this fine gentleman in Missouri while having lunch. He had medical issues six months before our meeting at the restaurant. Yet, he is fired up for the Lord and is scheduled for a mission trip to Mexico later this year. Before he left the restaurant, he found where we were sitting and placed a generous offering on the table to support our mission. Kindred Spirit! My Brother! Glory to God!
My grandson, Jerren, likes the prayer mission idea. I had the chance to be with him on his first birthday before I flew to Alaska. I am sure the Lord will call, choose, and anoint him for something unique.
As I drove through the Mojave Desert and passed this sign, Psalms 23 immediately came to mind. "...though I walk through the Valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me, Your rod and staff comforts me." (Psalms 23:4)
Hawaiian Airlines... professional people giving professional service.
Left to Right. Pastor Charles Stephenson, Bishop Earl Parchia, and me (Marc Royster). We are at the World War I Memorial in Kansas City, Missouri.
Pastor Stephenson praying at one of the prayer sites. Oh my, he really went deep into prayer.
Me praying at the last site in Michigan.
I had the privilege of meeting these two fine gentlemen at a restaurant on my last day in Fairbanks, Alaska. We talked and talked and talked as if we've known each other for years.
Bishop Parchia moments before going into prayer for the State of Kansas. Shook the earth and scattered the forces of darkness in that area
These beautiful bookmarks were made and donated to the mission by a sister in North Carolina who felt the need to contribute her talents in support of the 50-State Prayer Mission. We pass them out when the opportunity presents itself. Also, a close up picture of the vials of oil
The Pictures Continues
I flew out of Miami on Thursday, April 30, 2021, to Hawaii, with a long 6-hour layover in Los Angeles. I regret not leaving the airport to drive around to pass out a few cards. I did not want to take a chance to miss my flight to Honolulu. Hawaii is a gateway State that draws people from Eastern cultures and Western cultures. I received more inquires and opportunities to share the prayer mission in Hawaii than in any other state. I was encouraged by the reception, from TSA workers and native Hawaiians to visitors from the East and West. I placed the prayer tag in a beautiful garden in Waikiki.
With the prayer tag/placard in hand, and Diamond Head Volcano in the background, prayer was made for all the Hawaiian Islands.
I arrived in California at 4:30 pm, Sunday, May 2, 2021. I had planned to leave for Las Vegas no later than 5:30 pm. After renting the SUV and driving 45 miles towards Vegas, I discovered that I had left my backpack at the rental car establishment. My computer and a few journal notes were inside my backpack. I returned to the establishment (Hertz) to retrieve my backpack and was pleased to know that a young Asian man named Michael secured it for me. I offered him money for being honest, but he would not accept it. He was happy that I was able to retrieve it. There are still honest people in the world. I planted the prayer tag and poured oil into the soil in Barstow, CA., near the military base, Ft. Irwin, and the National Training Center (NTC).
I arrived in Nevada nearly three hours beyond my expected time. Aside from delays in California, there was a traffic accident that also contributed to the delay, as I witnessed one car flipped over and another ablaze. Thank God there were no fatalities. I planted the prayer and poured oil into the soil near Logandale, NV, near the Eastern gate to the state. Mission accomplished!
I took time to visit the Hoover Dam since I was so close to Boulder City. I planted the prayer tag and poured oil into the soil on the Arizona side of Lake Mead and the Hoover Dam. The next picture shows Lake Mead behind me as I am standing atop the Hoover Dam. The Hoover Dam provides energy to several states, over one (1) million people.
My youngest daughter, Victoria accompanied me to a few states during Phase Five. While driving through Utah, it felt as if we were on a different planet---I mean, it was eerie! The earth formation is incredibly breathtaking and beyond anything I've ever seen. I planted the prayer tag in Moab, UT, and had a wonderful moment in prayer.
No interpretation needed here. No services mean no gas, restrooms, etc. Gas up, but more importantly, pray up!
We arrived in Denver/Aurora just after Midnight. The following day I had an experience like the one I had in Battleboro. As I walked into a department store, I noticed a woman standing near the entrance and bending over a shopping cart. When I approached the entrance, I greeted her with a "Good Morning." She did not speak, so I greeted her again. She looked at me with disdain and told me not to talk to her. I told her that I was only extending goodwill. She threatened to call the police. I told her that I was a man of God and posed no threat. She then called me a false prophet and criticized the clergy. At that moment, I knew it was spiritual opposition at work. When I came out of the store, I noticed the woman hiding in the shopping cart area. I took my bags to the car, came back, and prayed over the entrance to the store, evicting the influences of evil. I called a fellow intercessor, and together, we prayed for Denver and Aurora.
Pastor Charles Stephenson joined me in Denver and stayed for the last seven states of the journey. We planted the prayer tag/placard and anointed the soil with oil along I-70 near the Kansas border (eastern gate to the state).
God orchestrated a meeting at one of the prayer stops between this family of three and Bishop Parchia, Pastor Stephenson, and I. We ministered to them in three ways: Prayer, Prophetic word, and a word from the scripture. It was an emotional and spiritually inspiring moment.