Here is what you will find in this week’s newsletter

• Romans Intensive – Highlights from Samuel Cotner’s testimony & the “misfit” panel after Charlie Kirk’s assassination

• A Screwtape Letter – A fictional letter exposing the enemy’s strategy after Kirk’s death

• Campus Vision – A burden for college outreach with a mobile podcast tent

• Itinerary Update – October schedule filled + powerful Riverfront altar testimony

In the Thick of The Romans Intensive

We are right in the middle of The Romans Intensive, and last week we had two powerful casts. Looking back, two moments stand out above the rest:

1. Monday’s cast with Samuel Cotner
Samuel shared his testimony of surrendering to God while wrestling with thoughts of suicide. In that moment of brokenness, the Lord spoke directly to him through a verse from Romans. Hearing Samuel share this was, in my opinion, one of the most powerful moments we’ve ever had on Voices of Revival.

2. Saturday’s “misfit” panel
Saturday morning we were joined by Elijah Beers, Dustin Hogan, David Coffey, and Timothy Howell. To be honest, when this panel came together, I wasn’t sure what to expect. It wasn’t carefully crafted for chemistry like we usually try to do—in fact, it was mostly guys who couldn’t make their original dates but said, “If another time works, I’d still love to be part.” In many ways, it felt like a collection of misfits.

But God had a plan. This was the first cast we held after the shocking assassination of Charlie Kirk, and the panel rose to the moment. Together they handled such a delicate, sobering topic with the voice and heart of the Lord. As I watched, I was reminded again: God orchestrates things far beyond what we could ever plan. What looked random to me was actually His preparation for an assignment—and He put together the perfect team for it.

We mentioned Charlie, Let talk about him

A Screwtape Letter

I shared the following post on social media last night, but I wanted to share it here as well. It’s written in the likeness of C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters.

This piece was born out of reflection. So much of the discussion I’ve seen lately carries the thought: “Well, the enemy messed up. He doesn’t know what he just unleashed.” But as I’ve pondered this, I can’t help but wonder if we forget that our enemy is brilliant.

Too often we’re quick to assume, “Satan doesn’t understand what he just did”—as though we are somehow smarter than him. I don’t believe that’s the case. I think the enemy knew exactly what kind of response was coming—and I’m not convinced he cares.

As you read the following fictional letter, I encourage you not to leap to quick conclusions, but to sit with its words and let them stir thought and prayer.

And for a lighter note: if you’re a Steelers fan, sorry not sorry. Also—let’s remember to pray for Joe Burrow’s toe today.

My Dear Debilis,

You panic too easily. First, you asked about Screwtape’s absence. Did you really expect him today? It’s Sunday. He never misses a Pittsburgh Steelers game. His loyalty there is stronger than anything the humans ever show their so-called God. Go Steelers.

Now, to this business of the Kirk boy. You shake in fear at all the noise—humans shouting “I am Charlie Kirk!” as if they are ready to storm our gates themselves. You think this is dangerous? You fool. Nothing pleases us more. Their chants are empty, their fire hollow. They want the image of his courage without the cost. They want his crown, but not his cross.

Do you know how I hear their cries? Like children playing dress-up. “I am Charlie Kirk!” they say—until their comfort is threatened, until someone mocks them, until the first real price is demanded. Then watch them fold. A harsh word. A raised eyebrow. A loss of social standing. That’s all it takes.

You’re blind to the deeper reality: time is our sharpest blade. Today their grief screams. Tomorrow it murmurs. Soon it disappears altogether. The noise always dies down. Passion drains away. They go back to their little lives—jobs, phones, shows, paychecks, trivial comforts. Their battle cry will be buried under routine and distraction.

This is the genius of it all. The Kirk boy was a true threat because he followed through. He put his whole life on the altar. That kind is rare, mercifully rare. But those mourning him? They’ll do nothing. They’ll post a slogan, attend a rally, cry a little louder than usual—and then vanish back into the crowd.

Celebrate, Debilis. One lion has been silenced, and in his place we are left with a thousand lambs who believe themselves wolves. They’ll break at the first sign of pressure. And we’ll be here to watch them squirm.

Celebrate, Debilis. The game is already won.

Your Triumphant Uncle,
Euphrates

While we are on the topic of Charlie Kirk, Here’s another post I shared.

A Burden for Campuses

Weighing all of this, I want to be completely transparent: the Charlie Kirk assassination has done a number on my heart. It has affected me more than I ever imagined. The words I shared in that recent post were not casual—they were serious.

As I’ve prayed, I feel stirred to pursue something bold: setting up a tent on college campuses. Not in the same way Charlie did—it won’t be politically driven. I can hold those conversations if needed, but my heart is for the gospel alone. My vision is simple: “Tell me your story.”

I see a mobile podcast studio under a tent, with a team working together. We’d invite students to sit down and share their stories. We’d listen, record (with permission), and always bring it back to the gospel. Souls would be won.

This isn’t just theory. Last month on Voices of Revival, Darrell Bucher shared how he had seen 5,000 souls saved in five years. That struck me deeply. I want to see that for myself, and I believe campuses are a major part of that harvest.

Of course, humility is essential. Some may feel threatened by a “mobile studio,” but before every conversation we would ask permission to record. And if anyone wasn’t comfortable with their story being shared, we wouldn’t share it. Why record at all? Because our stories matter.

Here’s the picture forming in my heart: dedicating Saturdays to this, creating a touring schedule, and rotating through different campuses. After sharing this dream, many have already reached out saying they want to be a part. Others have cautioned me to go through proper channels, and already God has provided contacts for UC, Wright State, and Miami University—without me even asking.

But here’s the challenge, and it’s the same one we face with every vision: finances. To do this with excellence—tent, equipment for a mobile studio, and the basics—we’re looking at around $5,000. That doesn’t even factor in travel and logistics.

I truly believe this is a God-birthed vision. I don’t know where the finances will come from, but my heart is ready. If this is His will, my answer is yes. Let’s do this with excellence. Let’s build a touring schedule. Let’s put boots on the ground.

Will you pray with me that if this is God’s will, He makes the path forward clear?

Upcoming Itinerary Schedule

This time last week, I only had one Sunday scheduled for Itinerary Ministry in October. But God had other plans—last week, He completely filled the calendar. Over the next five weeks (including yesterday), we now have six itinerary dates scheduled. And if we add in the upcoming Base Camp Intensive, the total jumps to eight.

Yesterday, I had the honor of being with The Jordan Church. I shared a message on The Call to Prayer—a theme I seem to find myself ministering on more and more these days. The service was powerful, and it was a joy to be back with them. We’ll return again this coming Sunday. At the beginning of the sermon, I shared a testimony from the Riverfront Revival, where The Jordan Church was such a key partner.

That testimony is one of the most beautiful fruits from the Riverfront. On Friday night, a sudden rainstorm cut the service short. Yet despite the rain, we pressed forward with an altar call—and it turned into one of the most powerful altar services I’ve ever been part of.

That night, a man came forward and surrendered his life to Jesus. What I didn’t know until later was that he had come to the event high on meth. But as he prayed at the altar, God supernaturally sobered him on the spot. Right there, he pulled a bag of meth from his pocket and handed it to one of our leaders. To this day, he remains sober, fully surrendered, and active in the work of God.

This testimony is not just his—it’s seed from The Jordan Church and every single person who partnered with us that weekend. Together, we are seeing lasting fruit for the Kingdom.