Testimonies

On the 17th of January, the Works of Jesus did not just visit a school for disabled orphans— Heaven broke in.

Evangelist Sunny began to preach, and the atmosphere did not remain the same. It could not. Children who were once restless, distracted, and difficult to manage due to mental challenges suddenly became still… attentive… locked in. Why? Because when the Holy Ghost moves, chaos bows. The Spirit of God commanded the room.

Then came the moment. Hands were laid on the children—and power flowed. A young boy, mute from birth, was brought forward. Prayer was made—and suddenly, the impossible shattered. The boy opened his mouth… And spoke. Not sounds. Not fragments. Words.

First—the Name above every name: Jesus. Then—his own name.

For the first time in his life.  The room fell into holy shock. Teachers stood frozen. Caretakers trembled. Phones came out—not out of curiosity, but because they knew: this was real. “He has never spoken before,” they said. But Jesus had the final Word.

And in that moment, reverence swept through the building. Not hype. Not emotion. Holy fear. One by one, hearts surrendered. Children… staff… all responding to the Gospel. Because when power confirms the Word, doubt has nowhere to stand.

Then came what was supposed to be “lunch.” But when God is moving, there is no such thing as “just lunch.” We stepped into the home of the family that hosted us, and it became an upper room. Wall to wall, people gathered. Floors filled. Doorways crowded. Hunger filled the house. Not for food. For God.

The Gospel was preached again—simple, pure, undiluted.

And then—the anointing moved. A woman was called out. No prior conversation. No prior knowledge. But the Spirit of God revealed it—nerve damage. She confirmed it immediately. Months of pain. Surgery that failed her. No relief. Hands were laid, and power flowed. She was told, “Do what you couldn’t do before.” And she did. She bent. She moved. She squatted. No pain. She was completely healed!

But God wasn’t done. She pointed to a man behind Evangelist Sunny. Her husband. He wasn’t even supposed to be there; he came for keys—but heaven had an appointment. The Holy Ghost arrested him, and he sat through the course of the entire message and even witnessed his wife’s miracle.

“He’s deaf,” she said. Evangelist Sunny asked him, “Do you want to hear?” He nodded. Prayer was made. He checked—nothing. But we don’t negotiate with symptoms. We don’t bow to delay. We don’t call God a liar. Again, prayer went forth—this time with force. “Come out!” the spirit of deafness was commanded.

And suddenly— POP. His ear opened. Sound rushed in. Clarity. Restoration. Wholeness. Instant.

This was a man who had lost his job because of his condition. He was a driver and could no longer work due to deafness. His means of livelihood and provision had been cut off. His dignity was attacked. But in one moment, Jesus restored what the devil had stolen. Because when Jesus heals, He doesn’t do half-jobs.

He later said: “I came for my keys… I stayed, and I received my hearing. My family didn’t believe me—they whispered to test me… but I heard every word.” That’s the kind of miracle you can’t argue with.

Then came a young girl. Glasses on, whose eyes were failing. Doctors had already written her future: three months to blindness. But doctors don’t get the final say; Jesus does. Hands were laid, and Faith began to rise as Evangelist Sunny asked one from the team to share their testimony of a similar condition that Jesus healed. The girl was told to read things she couldn’t see before. And she read it clearly. Perfect vision.

The next day, she walked into school without her glasses. Her teachers—aware of her condition—were stunned. They tested her publicly. She read everything. Jesus had overturned the diagnosis.

She testified: “They said I would go blind… but Jesus healed me.”

That’s the Gospel. Not theory. Power.

Then, a young girl who was bitten by a dog on the way to the house—fear flooding her system—was brought forward. Filled with pain, trauma, and panic. Prayer was made, and healing came. Fear left immediately. Because the anointing doesn’t negotiate—it breaks every yoke.

And the fire didn’t stop there. A week later, from that same village, a man called Evangelist Sunny. He said he was suffering from Severe internal bleeding, Kidney issues, and Constant vomiting. No distance can limit God. Over the phone, prayer was made, and the Power of God began to move. The bleeding stopped, and vomiting ceased.

The next day, medical reports confirmed it. Normal kidneys, fully restored!

Listen—this is not a coincidence.
This is not emotion.
This is not an exaggeration.

This is Jesus.

Alive. Moving. Healing. Saving.

The devil still comes to steal, kill, and destroy— But Jesus still comes to give life—and life more abundantly. And His power has not weakened. His Name has not lost authority. His Word has not lost its edge. The Bible says in the last days, “I will pour out My Spirit on all flesh.” We are not waiting for that day. We are in it.

India is not dry ground. India is fertile soil for revival. And the fire has already started. Works of Jesus are not here to spectate. We are here to burn. To preach without compromise. To heal without hesitation. To move without fear.

This is only the beginning. And if something in you is stirring— if your spirit is saying, “I want in on this”— Then don’t ignore it. Step in. Partner with us.

Let’s take this fire to cities, to villages, to nations.

Because revival is not coming.

Revival is here.