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Hello friends, family, and fellow Americans,

My name is John Rice, and I am officially a Candidate for President of the United States in 2028.

Yes, this is a shocking message I’m giving you as a few of you know me personally. Well, Christian family, believe it or not, God spoke to me on March 9th exactly. The Holy Spirit — that Helper and Guide Jesus taught us about — spoke to me and said:

“John, I am calling you to run for President. You have been chosen to be the next President. You will become the 48th President. This is your calling from God.”

Now, if I’m being totally honest, it wasn’t a complete shock in my natural mind. I had been thinking about running for President for years because of a revelation the Holy Spirit gave me back in 2023 — that the rapture of the Church would be in 2033, and myself as definitely a rapture-ready Christian. That is going to be the beginning of the 7-year tribulation where the Antichrist, the False Prophet, and the United Nations will take over the world. And those Christians who missed the rapture — because they were not living a biblically holy life, or they were Christians that rejected the rapture teaching — these Left Behind Christians would have to choose to be killed or beheaded in the Christian prison camps, or receive the 666 mark of the beast (Revelation 13:16-18).

That revelation is why I believe 2028 is the last chance for a true Christian Patriot to run for President before the tribulation begins in 2033.

The rapture will happen during the Jewish High Holy Day of Rosh Hashanah, the Feast of Trumpets — the day Jews, Messianic Jews, and Christians blow the shofars in synagogues and churches around the world as a sign of the sound of the alarm for believers to wake up their souls and be prepared for the coming holiest of days, the Day of Blood Atonement, or Yom Kippur. For Christians who believe in the rapture, many recognize that Jesus fulfills all the Jewish holy days, and that Jesus will have the angel blow the angelic trumpet in the heavenlies, which will capture the raptured believers to heaven in a twinkling of an eye.

“For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.” — 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 (KJV)

“Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.” — 1 Corinthians 15:51-53 (KJV)

The Feast of Trumpets is also called the “Hidden Day”, because no one knows the exact day or hour of Rosh Hashanah — just as no one knows the day or hour of the rapture (Matthew 24:36). This is why the Feast of Trumpets points so powerfully to the rapture of the Church.

But I didn’t always believe I was called to be President. For years, I thought I was called to be an End Times preacher — a mix of all the great teachers I had studied under. I would see myself on a world stage, at the United Nations, preaching End Times Book of Revelation prophecies and rebuking the satanic world leader elites. And I would wonder: “Well, maybe I’ll become President if I have such a platform?”

Occasionally I would talk to two friends of mine about me becoming President. They were also Christians, and they actually believed it was a prophecy from the Holy Spirit. We would sit around, drink Bud Light Limes, and discuss my presidency. Haha — but that is actually true.

So it was confusing to me. Would I be a famous End Times preacher or President? Then I would start thinking the Presidency revelation was just my imagination, so I would forget about it and focus on being an End Times preacher.

But the Holy Spirit wouldn’t let me forget.

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THE REVIVAL PRESIDENCY

A Vision for America’s Spiritual Awakening

Candidate John Rice

“Let’s Seek Jesus’ Face, so God Heals America!” — 2 Chronicles 7:14

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PART ONE: THE CANDIDATE’S HEART

My Name and Identity

I am John Rice, a candidate for President of the United States. I am a Christian, a patriot, and a man who believes that America’s greatest need is not political — it’s spiritual.

I am not a career politician. I am a regular, hard-working American Christian Patriot who believes God has placed a calling on my life to lift up Jesus Christ and see America experience a great revival.

My Testimony — How God Prepared Me for This Moment

I am a genuine Volunteer Minister since 1993. For over three decades, I have studied and trained under some of the greatest End-Times Bible teachers of our generation:

· Dr. Jack Van Impe — one of the most renowned prophecy scholars of our time

· Perry Stone — a powerful prophetic voice and teacher of End-Times scripture

· Grant Jeffrey — a foundational researcher of Bible prophecy

· Hal Lindsey — author of The Late Great Planet Earth

· Benny Hinn — a mighty man of God who has ministered in the power of the Holy Spirit to millions around the world

These men, and others, helped shape my understanding of the End-Times and prepared me for what God was about to reveal.

The Blueprint — July 3, 2009, My Birthday

On July 3, 2009 — my birthday — God gave me an End-Times blueprint. It was a moment of divine clarity, a downloading of understanding that I could not have received on my own. God showed me the times and seasons we are living in, and He placed a burden on my heart to be a messenger for such a time as this.

From that day forward, I knew I was called to be an End-Times messenger. I did not know exactly how or when it would unfold, but I knew God had set me apart.

What I Already Knew:

The Holy Spirit had already shown me that the 10 horns, 10 crowns, and 10 toes was the United Nations — not the European Union, as Dr. Jack Van Impe had been teaching for years. Interestingly, Dr. Van Impe later changed his teaching in his final video to line up with what God had already shown me.

What the Holy Spirit Gave Me on July 3rd, 2009 — The Bombshell Revelation:

· Revelation 13:1 — The first beast is the Antichrist, who will be the most popular political world leader on earth. He will become the Secretary-General of the United Nations during the time of tribulation.

· Revelation 13:11 — The second beast is the False Prophet, who will be the Catholic Pope in power at that time. He will work side by side with the Antichrist in a satanic “marriage” of political and religious power.

· Revelation 13:16-18 — The 666 mark of the beast system will be introduced, and no one will be able to buy or sell without it.

Bill Gates and the 666 Mark of the Beast:

The Holy Spirit also showed me that Bill Gates financed the creation of the 666 mark of the beast technology at MIT. The patent number is WO 060606 — World Organization 666. This is not speculation — this is documented.

The COVID Vaccine — The Introduction of the Technology:

The COVID vaccine has been verified as the introduction of the technology to implement the 666 mark of the beast system. The vaccine was not a cure — it was a killer poison that poisoned millions of people.

Researchers have studied the vaccine and discovered that the Pfizer vaccine contained nanotechnology microscopic computer chips. These microscopic nano chips are the technology for the 666 mark of the beast. They can contain aluminum and other metallic materials that can connect with our cell phones. People who received the vaccine have been verified to have become magnetized in their arms — metal objects would stick to their skin. The vaccine had magnetic ingredients in it.

This is the technology that will be used for the mark of the beast. The vaccine was the introduction. The mark will be the implementation.

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The 2023 Revelation — The Year 2033

In 2023, as I was laying down trying to sleep, I kept hearing in my mind the year 2033 — over and over and over again. Eventually, I propped myself out of bed and said to the Holy Spirit: “So you’re telling me this is the year for the rapture of the Church?”

I thought that couldn’t be right, because I know what Scripture says — that no one knows the day or the hour of the rapture (1 Thessalonians 4:16; Matthew 24:36). Not even Jesus knows the day or the hour, only the Father.

But then I felt the Holy Spirit explain it to me:

“Remember what I said in Acts chapter 2: ‘And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams: And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy.'”

The Holy Spirit reminded me: “We are in the last days, John. You know this. You have known this clearly since July 3rd, 2009, when I gave you Revelation 13 in detail. So I am giving you this new revelation.”

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What I Say About This Revelation

I don’t tell people that this revelation is written in stone like the Ten Commandments or like the five books of the Torah. All I can say is this: I cannot deny that I clearly heard this from the Holy Spirit.

This is not a claim to infallibility. This is a testimony of what I believe the Holy Spirit has shown me. I am sharing it with you honestly, as I believe God has called me to do.

This is the revelation that has shaped my understanding of the times we are living in. This is why I believe 2028 is the last chance for a true Christian Patriot to run for President before the tribulation begins in 2033.

And I hope I’m wrong about 2033. In the natural, I would rather the date be later, so there would be more time to reach people for Jesus. And perhaps the prophecy was me being delusional, eating too much spaghetti and fried chicken — as I was living when I received this 2033 revelation in the worst place of my life in Liberia, which was a ghetto poor community. And by the way, there are many very genuine Christian communities in Liberia, where the people are very friendly. However, this place was NOT!

Keep reading further down where I share more about Liberia.

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A Word About Liberia and Spaghetti

Now, talking about that spaghetti and fried chicken — I have to say, I found a few street vendors who cook good food cheap. I would pay $1 per meal or one place I found was 75 cents per meal. And that’s the one good thing you can say about Liberia: life is cheap. If you have $500 US dollars, you can live off of that for five or more months, if you’re a thrifty person like myself — haha — as I know how to squeeze George Washington dollar bills so hard that I make George cry.

But the Liberians really suffer with bad food, unless you find decent street vendor food. The typical Liberian meal is white rice with pepper soup and hot peppers. As I’ve told Liberians: “Your food is the worst in the world. You think rice and pepper soup is delicious? God has really helped you suppress your taste buds, as this food is tasteless.”

And it caused me to start having nighttime imaginations of amazing American food. I used to imagine a particular Black Soul food place, where it mostly was to pick up the food, and for $10 you would get THE BEST SOUL FOOD IN THE WORLD!!! Meat loaf with amazing gravy, candied yams, macaroni & cheese, collard greens and corn bread, and big servings — like it would weigh like 3 lbs of food. All fresh homemade style food. Too bad that place isn’t here in LA, haha. That was in Maryland, 12 miles from The US Capitol in Washington DC.

Also, love me some Mexican food, Italian, French, Chinese food places that are amazing — some of the best food — and all the other international foods that America offers.

But you got to give Liberians credit for loving what God provides for them, which for many of them is Rice & Pepper Soup with Hot green & red peppers. Makes me so thankful I don’t have to ever eat that hot spicy tasteless food again! Thank you Jesus!

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The New Hampshire Blizzard — My First Encounter with Trump

During the 2016 Republican primary, the talk was that Ted Cruz was going to defeat Trump in New Hampshire. I felt a burning in my spirit that I had to do something. I got in my car and drove through a dangerous blizzard to New Hampshire.

I arrived at a small campaign office and volunteered. My role was simple: I called churches in New Hampshire to support Trump.

In the mornings, I would go outside the dormitory, out in the open air, and blow the shofar. This was a divine time with God — blowing the shofar trumpet for Trump’s victory against Ted Cruz and all the Republican candidates, and for his ultimate victory at the White House. No one could hear me. Everyone was away. I was alone with God, blowing the shofar and praying for a victory that seemed impossible.

One day, Donald Trump visited the campaign office. I had the opportunity to shake his hand and give him the prophetic message God had given me:

“John — look at his name. His name is Trump. I am raising him up to Trump Card the anti-God, Antichrist government of Obama and the next chosen one by the evil leaders — Hillary. Pray for Trump. Campaign for Trump. Support him. He is chosen to defeat these evil leaders and push back their evil agenda against America.”

But I delivered it poorly. I shared it like I was just repeating what I remembered, rather than with the boldness and clarity it deserved. Trump didn’t really understand what I was saying. I was disappointed that he didn’t invite me into his private limousine to explain further.

I left New Hampshire frustrated, thinking I had missed my moment.

The Missed Opportunity — Roger Stone and Mar-A-Lago

Later, I realized I had missed a critical door. I should have relocated from Washington D.C. and moved to West Palm Beach, where one of Trump’s closest friends — Roger Stone — lives. I could have connected with people close to Trump at Mar-A-Lago. I could have been invited inside. I could have built the relationships that would have led me to Trump’s inner circle.

But I was blind to that door. I thought the path was through the White House — through a press pass, through standing on the sidewalk, through blowing the shofar at the Oval Office. I was trying to go through a brick wall when God had opened a door I could not see.

The 2018 Congressional Run — A Mistake

In my frustration, I decided to run for Congress in 2018. I thought that if I became a candidate, Trump would notice me. I thought that would be my path to his prayer team.

It was not God’s will. My campaign was a political joke — not because I didn’t take it seriously, but because I had gone ahead of God. I was running when God was not leading. I was trying to force a door that He had not opened.

That campaign was a failure. But it taught me something important: you cannot run ahead of God.

A Modern-Day Jonah — Going to the White House Instead of Mar-A-Lago

I call myself a modern-day Jonah — not because I rebelled against God like Jonah did, but because I missed His path. God was calling me to go to Mar-A-Lago, to connect with Roger Stone, to build relationships that would lead me to Trump. Instead, I went to the White House. I stood on the sidewalk. I blew the shofar. I tried to get a press pass.

I was like Jonah going to Tarshish instead of Nineveh. I was not running from God in rebellion — I honestly thought I was following Him. But I was blind to the true door. I went to the wrong place. I tried to do the right thing in the wrong way.

The White House Season — A Failure, and a Lesson in Discernment

I honestly believe my time in front of the White House was a failure. I had the right idea — I needed to be close to Trump to be part of his Presidential Prayer Team. But I was trying to get through the wrong door.

For about 10 years ago, I stood on the White House sidewalk. It would be blazing hot in the summertime — very sweaty — with my big sun hat visor. I would blow the shofar, but nobody was listening. It was a very stressful, frustrating time.

The evil spirits attacked me with skin cancer. It started as a rash above my right eye and then a rash on my chest below my chin. I could not understand what it was. But I was too committed and focused on trying to get connected to Trump that I didn’t pay attention to these rashes — which turned out to be melanoma skin cancer. I have had six skin surgeries a year ago because of it.

The White House is a fortress. The Secret Service is trained to apprehend anyone who does not obey. Standing on the sidewalk, blowing the shofar, wearing a Trump shirt, trying to get a press pass — I was literally trying to knock my head through a brick wall. It put me under tremendous stress and frustration that is beyond words.

God was not in the White House sidewalk. He was in Mar-A-Lago.

A Hard Lesson in Discernment

After evaluating all of this, I realized something critical: as a Christian, you have to be very sensitive and open-minded. You have to study, evaluate, and do critical analysis of whether what you think you are supposed to do for God is truly from God.

There will be good fruit if it is from God. Your friends, family, church friends, pastor, and family will see it. And if you ask them for their true evaluation of what you are trying to do, they will eventually be honest.

Self-evaluation and getting evaluation from others is essential. The enemy of our soul is always trying to send deception to get us off track. I learned hard lessons throughout my Christian walk — including my time at the White House. That was not God’s plan or purpose. That was in the flesh. It was not ordained by the Holy Spirit or by God the Father or Jesus Christ.

The Holy Spirit does not lead you into that kind of stress and frustration.

When something is truly from God:

· There is peace, not stress

· There is joy, not frustration

· There is fruit that others can see

· Your pastor, church friends, and family will see the good fruit — not bad fruit or no fruit

The Holy Spirit doesn’t lead you to knock your head against a brick wall. He leads you through open doors. He leads you with peace and clarity. He leads you in a way that produces good fruit.

My Time in Washington D.C.

I moved to Washington D.C. and lived there for five years, working as an Uber and Lyft driver. I drove all over the city, past the monuments, the agencies, and the halls of power. I saw the sites over and over again — the Capitol, the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, and the White House.

I now realize something powerful: God was showing me that I was possessing my future land.

“Every place that the sole of your foot shall tread upon, that have I given unto you, as I said unto Moses.”

— Joshua 1:3 (KJV)

Just as Joshua was told to possess the land by walking through it, I was driving and walking through the capital of the nation. God was showing me what He had prepared for me. I was claiming the ground without even knowing it.

The Holy Spirit’s Revelation

While I was in Washington D.C., the Holy Spirit would occasionally give me glimpses — a sudden knowing — that I would one day be President. I would see myself speaking to an audience that seemed like the entire world. It was strange, and I would push it away, thinking it was just my silly imagination.

I even discussed it with two friends of mine over beers. We would talk about me becoming President, and we would laugh about it. But I never fully believed it. I thought it was just my own fantasy.

Now I know. It was not imagination. It was the Holy Spirit preparing me for such a time as this.

Now Is My Season

This is my season. I am not the same man who stood on the White House sidewalk 10 years ago. I have been forged in the fire of obscurity. I have been tested in the silence. I have been prepared in the wilderness.

Now I am ready.

This is a campaign rooted in faith, freedom, and the American Dream. We believe in restoring Christian values, protecting our liberties, and putting truly America first — not just political leaders saying they are going to Make America Great Again, but then turning on their promises and boldly expressing in the media that they really don’t care, that supposedly America is doing better than ever, while oil and gas prices are exploding, creating massive inflation, and destroying the good economy that was taking place prior to the terrible Iran war.

I know we are just getting started — and our campaign website is under development — but I wanted to share this journey with you from the beginning.

👉 Continue Reading Part 2 — My Personal Testimony: Suffering in the Wilderness for 33 Years Because of Disobeying the Holy Spirit Ignorantly and Rejecting Apostle Benny Hinn’s True Prophecy

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A Deeper Look — My Personal Testimony

The introduction above gives you the overview of who I am and why I’m running. But my full story goes much deeper — into the wilderness, the disobedience, the prophecy I rejected, and the long road of suffering that followed, as I had to learn through the School of Hard Knocks.

If you want to understand the real journey that brought me to this moment — how God allowed me to go through the wilderness because of my ignorance of not understanding how to hear and learn to obey the voice of the Holy Spirit — I invite you to read Part 2.

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JOHN RICE’S PERSONAL TESTIMONY PART 2 — A DEEPER LOOK: SUFFERING IN THE WILDERNESS FOR 33 YEARS BECAUSE OF DISOBEYING THE HOLY SPIRIT IGNORANTLY AND ALSO REJECTING APOSTLE-PASTOR BENNY HINN’S TRUE PROPHECY

My name is John Rice. I am a genuine Volunteer Minister since 1993, and I am running for President of the United States in 2028 to lift up Jesus in America and to call our nation back to prayer, repentance, and the principles that made this country great. 🇺🇸

I am a nobody wanting to tell everybody about the Somebody — the Son of God, Jesus Christ! But I cannot do that unless my name gets out to the American people. That is where you come in.

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A SHOFAR-BLOWING WATCHMAN WHO STOOD FOR TRUMP, BUT WILL NOT STAND FOR WARS OF AGGRESSION OR UNBIBLICAL UNHOLY WARS.

If I win the Presidency, I may be required by God to use the military — but only for a righteous cause to protect America and Americans, not to bully nations unfairly or to show off American military power.

NOT IF I’M PRESIDENT! 🇺🇸

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THE REVIVAL PRESIDENCY — A Vision for America’s Spiritual Awakening

For over three decades, I have studied and trained under some of the greatest End-Times Bible teachers of our generation: Dr. Jack Van Impe, Perry Stone, Grant Jeffrey, Hal Lindsey, and Pastor Benny Hinn. These men helped shape my understanding of the End-Times and prepared me for what God was about to reveal.

On July 3, 2009 — my birthday — God gave me an End-Times blueprint. It was a moment of divine clarity, a downloading of understanding that I could not have received on my own. From that day forward, I knew I was called to be an End-Times messenger.

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MY ENCOUNTER WITH TRUMP — The New Hampshire Blizzard

During the 2016 Republican primary, I drove through a dangerous blizzard to New Hampshire. I volunteered at a small campaign office, calling churches to support Trump. In the mornings, I would go outside and blow the shofar — alone with God, praying for a victory that seemed impossible.

One day, Donald Trump visited the campaign office. I shook his hand and gave him a prophetic message: “His name is Trump. I am raising him up to Trump Card the anti-God, Antichrist government of Obama and the next chosen one — Hillary. Pray for Trump. Campaign for Trump. Support him.”

But I delivered it poorly. Trump didn’t really understand what I was saying. I left frustrated, thinking I had missed my moment.

Later, I realized I had missed a critical door. I should have moved to West Palm Beach, connected with Roger Stone, and built relationships at Mar-A-Lago. Instead, I went to the White House — standing on the sidewalk, blowing the shofar, trying to get a press pass. I was like Jonah going to Tarshish instead of Nineveh. I was not running from God in rebellion — I honestly thought I was following Him. But I was blind to the true door.

That season brought great stress and frustration. I was attacked with skin cancer — melanoma — and have had six surgeries. I learned a hard lesson: the Holy Spirit does not lead you to knock your head against a brick wall. He leads you through open doors with peace, joy, and good fruit.

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THE PROPHECY I DIDN’T OBEY — A Lesson I’ll Never Forget

In November 1994, Pastor Benny Hinn gave me a prophecy. He told me not to marry the girl I was dating — that she would be a stumbling block to my calling. He said I had a Worldwide calling, and that she would mess things up.

I didn’t listen.

I married her anyway. And everything he said came true.

I lost everything — over $2.6 million — because I listened to her bad advice instead of the word of God through a true Apostle. I invested my inheritance into a jewelry store run by scammers — Jack and Jenny Tanashian, and the name of their store in Altamonte Springs, Florida was Tanashian Jewelry Store. It was financial suicide, and I live with that regret every single day.

I should have served Pastor Benny’s Ministry first — as an usher at Orlando Christian Center, and then as a volunteer at his crusades. Instead, I left the palace and went to a pathetic false Apostolic Church meeting in a dirty basketball gym. I disobeyed the man of God. I married a woman he warned me about. And I lost everything.

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THE VOICE I SHOULD HAVE OBEYED

I met my ex-wife Phyllis on Halloween — one of the devil’s high unholy days for all the devil worshipers: witches, warlocks, new agers, and people totally deceived by the devil and his evil spirits to celebrate the devil. It’s also the night that ignorant or non-Christian parents allow their kids to go out and trick or treat. Very serious, dedicated Christian parents understand that Halloween is an evil, devilish holiday. Many churches have church events where the kids can have fun at church, but stay safe from the wickedness of Halloween — because it is factual that children are captured, killed, and sacrificed on this holiday.

True Christian families celebrate Jesus Christ at churches and avoid the evil holiday itself. I believe that is what churches should be doing — competing against Halloween by having special events for the kids, where they can dress up in biblical costumes and have fun activities, Bible studies, games, and other things. Many churches already do this.

Anyhow, not the best night to find your wife, haha!

I was at the OCC Youth Building in Orlando, where they were hosting a Christian evangelistic haunted house called “The House of Blood” — organized by Pastor Carlos Sarmiento, Pastor Benny’s youth pastor and a friend of mine. The purpose was to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

It was designed to win young people to Jesus by showing the reality of sin, death, and the devil, with a powerful Gospel presentation at the end. Universal Studios actors volunteered their time and talents, making the costumes and makeup look incredibly professional. They had actors portraying demons, people on drugs, the devil in a coffin popping out to scare people, and even a very realistic portrayal of Jesus on the cross.

At the end, we sat in the place where they did prayers and shared the Gospel — especially with kids, but also with young people and adults who visited. Many received Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior through this powerful evangelistic event.

I had just finished Wednesday night service and was walking out when I saw a long line of people waiting to go through the haunted house. My friends were in line and called me over to join them. But I didn’t have my wallet on me — despite being a millionaire at the time, I had forgotten it. Phyllis was standing nearby, heard I didn’t have a dollar, and waved a dollar bill at me, inviting me to join the line with her.

I was attracted to her immediately. I had been praying for a wife, and I thought she might be the answer. So I started talking to her, more focused on trying to get her interested in me than on the haunted house itself. We walked through together, and I was making small talk the whole time, not really paying attention to the Gospel presentation.

At the end, we sat together in the ministry section — where they were praying for people.

And then I heard a voice.

It was clear. It was unmistakable. And I know now it was the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit said to me: “She’s not your wife. She’s not your friend. Walk away right now. I’m showing you the door. Walk away. Walk away. Walk away.”

But I didn’t listen. I was attracted to her. I was lonely. I wanted a wife. And I convinced myself that the voice I heard was just my imagination — or that God would change His mind.

I pursued her. I married her. And everything Pastor Benny Hinn warned me about came true.

She became a stumbling block to my calling. She gave me bad advice. She led me into the jewelry store scam with Jack and Jenny Tanashian. And I lost everything — over $2.6 million — because I did not obey the voice of the Holy Spirit.

That is the hardest lesson I have ever learned: when the Holy Spirit speaks, you obey. You don’t rationalize. You don’t make excuses. You don’t convince yourself that you know better. You obey.

I did not obey. And I paid the price for 33 years.

My skin cancer battle — I believe I was going ahead of God, or out of His will, like Jonah.

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A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO PASTOR JIM CERNERO 🎵

I was also blessed to get a picture with my second favorite worship leader — Pastor Jim Cernero, Pastor Benny’s worship leader. Sorry, Pastor Jim, that I didn’t tell you that you’re my second favorite at the time — but truly, you flow almost like Pastor Benny with all those amazing worship songs. I’m getting a prophetic idea right now — you really need to put together a live worship album at your Texas Church, Certain Sound Church International. Hallelujah! 🙏🙌🎊

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THE WORSHIP GIFT I RECEIVED BECAUSE OF PASTOR BENNY

I received the gift of leading Worship because of Pastor Benny. That gift has stayed with me all these years, and I believe God will use this gift during my Presidential Campaign Meetings.

I’m running to lift up Jesus in America.

And I still believe God will give me another chance to meet Pastor Benny — the man I should have listened to, the man I should have served, and the man I still honor as one of the Greatest Servants of God in History.

If you’re reading this, please pray for that door to open again.

Thank you, Pastor Benny, for your faithfulness. And thank you, Lord Jesus, for Your grace that never gives up on me.

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THE LIBERIA TESTIMONY — MY FAILED MISSIONARY MINISTRY

Now I need to share with you the most painful and humbling part of my testimony — my failed missionary ministry in Liberia, West Africa. This is the story of how I was deceived by fear and false prophecy, and how God in His mercy brought me back.

I was seriously frustrated with life in America after they 100% guaranteed stole the election in 2020 from Donald Trump, with the Dominion computers that Dominion company itself admits they can make the computers do whatever they want. That they can put an algorithm where 55% of the votes are for Joe Biden and 45% for Donald Trump. Which actually it has been verified that there were computers where 100% of the vote was going to Joe Biden and 0% for Donald Trump, which we all know is mathematically and statistically impossible.

Also, the biggest area where the Democrats stole the election for good old Sleepy Joe — who couldn’t get 100 people or even 50 people at his campaign rallies, and Trump was getting crowds of 30,000 plus — yet they say that Biden got more votes than even Obama got, which I understand Obama had the biggest election votes in American history, and won the popular and electoral college. And his crowds were huge like Trump’s were — yet Biden got more votes? What a rigged election it was with the mail-in votes. That is how they stole it big time.

A USPS truck driver — and this is verified — looked in the back of his trailer, as they told him, “Don’t you dare look in the back of the trailer,” and it was strange to him. He eventually got curious and looked, and it was boxes and boxes — the trailer was completely packed — and when he looked in the boxes, they were all brand new ballots, all of them filled out, computer-filled out for Joe Biden. So this one tractor-trailer had millions of votes in it, enough to steal the election. And how many tractor-trailers that nobody discovered?

And all the video evidence of election counters, where they are literally on video grabbing boxes under tables and then loading the counting machines over and over with these secret ballots.

Also the coincidence that at 1:00 a.m. or whatever it was, all across America, all the votes started spiking by 50% for Biden and all of Trump’s votes started going negative. Before that, Trump was mathematically going to win by a solid 15% margin, until the magical devilish 1:00 a.m. election rigging started happening as the demonic Democrats had it all planned out.

Anyhow, yes, I was frustrated beyond words and felt that America was finished as a free and fair America with fair honest elections. I thought it was impossible for Republicans or Trump to get back in office, and therefore was deceived to believe that a free Christian Republic was going to be taken over by demonic fascist Democrats to push their LGBTQ perversions upon Americans and the children — pushing their drag queen story hours promoted by former President Obama and Michelle, as well as all the other demonic Democrat leaders.

So I sold everything, including my favorite Hyundai hybrid Ionic car, and relocated to Liberia, West Africa.

Believing that the American dream was finished, I wanted to lift up Jesus Christ in Liberia, and therefore I connected with the Liberian President George Weah.

However, trying to connect with President George was not easy, and therefore I moved to the closest area I could — in this ghetto wicked community full of, I found out later, a hub of witchcraft which is witches and warlocks, real devil worshipers. And then I came into the community as this deceived, gullible, volunteer missionary with a good heart, but deceived that America was going to be destroyed. So that was not an accurate prophecy, but rather a false prophecy, as I’ve had to repent of this and being led by fear and false prophecy.

So me being the only white American in this ghetto witchcraft community — and I don’t identify actually as a white person, as I would tell Liberians that would yell at me on the street, “Hey white man,” I would say, “No, I’m not a white man, I’m a Jesus man, and the only color that matters is the red blood of Jesus. Stop judging me as white, as my identity is only in Jesus Christ. And also, stop looking at yourself as a black man. If you are a Christian, you should identify yourself with Jesus Christ and Him crucified, and that you are bought with a price, and that your skin color or my skin color should not divide us, as we are all made equal to God in the image of Jesus Christ the Son of God.”

Anyhow, I was constantly harassed in this community where witchcraft, fake christianity, the dumbest people in the world who think they are smart with IQ’s averaging 75, where you can’t eat publicly, or you’ll be harassed with them all mocking, saying “Buy me Spaghetti White Man. One guy tried to steal my backpack while I was walking on the beach, which had my passport and wallet. So I was acting foolishly, as I should not have had valuables in the bag — not that I had all that much money, as when you are out of God’s will, money dries up. And there were times when I was broke with no money, and my landlord , who could smell whenever I did have money, would then trick me into paying rent in advance, which caused me to get fooled and stay in this wicked community way too long — which was 2 years.

Eventually, as I did become famous in the community as the foolish End Times Book of Revelation preacher, the wicked ones started targeting me. The witches and warlocks started praying against me, and also, apparently, according to a real prophetess woman of God, evil men were planning on killing me. Well, God wouldn’t allow that, as I am truly called by God as a true End Times Book of Revelation preacher. But the witchcraft definitely attacked me real good.

I was so stressed out that I went to the beach across the street — there was a beach — and I stayed out in the sun and got burnt, third-degree burns. But it triggered shingles with the burns, and I only had $50, which I felt wasn’t enough money to go to the hospital. I should have gone to ELWA American Christian Hospital, and God would have intervened and woken me up from my foolish deceptions. I believe this would have triggered me to realize I didn’t belong in Liberia, and God would have helped me pay the hospital bill. It would have been good to have gotten out of the room I was living in , as before I moved into it, the lady who lived in it was practicing witchcraft, having witchcraft leaves in jars, which I believe she got from a high-level satanic priest.

And me being the ignorant gullible volunteer missionary, I laughed at these witchcraft jars full of leaves and said out loud when I threw them in front of my porch, “The blood of Jesus breaks all this witchcraft, and I’m covered in the blood of Jesus Christ” — and I didn’t take it seriously. Yes, the blood of Jesus does break the powers of witchcraft and does cover Christian believers. However, if you are not living in the place where God has assigned you — as I look back, I went before God like a caboose leading the train, or the carriage in front of the horse, and all these other allegories — and also, we Christians need to not laugh at witchcraft, but be very careful and to be wise as serpents and harmless as doves, and not to tempt the Lord as Jesus taught us.

When Jesus was tempted by Satan, Jesus did not just laugh and mock Satan, but rebuked him with the word of God. And Jesus was always perfectly in harmony with God’s perfect will for His life, and therefore, God’s protection was always upon Him. He is the Son of God and Savior of the world, so we cannot compare ourselves with Him, as He walked on water and healed everyone He prayed for. And of course, His greatest miracle is that He died on the cross — for His holy blood needed to be shared for all of our sins, and His Holy Blood touched the Earth, taking Dominion back from the devil, as His Holy Blood takes Dominion upon whatever it touches. And then Jesus rose from the grave, showing that He had dominion over death, hell, and the grave.

So us Christians, yes, we imitate and need to have faith like Jesus, but we need to examine ourselves in dangerous situations — that we are not Jesus and therefore should not act beyond our physical and spiritual capabilities.

Which I did — living by myself, not having a wife and a church community protecting me in this wicked environment. Although I was friends with a local Pastor, who had a church right near my apartment, but the Pastor is very busy with his church and his Christian school and his wife and kids. So no, he was not my spiritual protection, as he recognized me as a genuine volunteer missionary, so he didn’t worry about me and didn’t advise me that I should leave that community, as the grace of God, the Holy Spirit, did not lead me there, and therefore these spiritual protections upon me were not there for me — or they were there for a season, but God also expects us to use our brains and not be foolish.

Another sign that it was time for me to get out of the hellhole community was during a torrential downpour rainstorm, during the rainy season — these are common and normal in Liberia, and it’s the time that thieves will cut the window screening of houses and fish out cell phones like they are fishing for fish. Even they have long poles with magnets and nets like lacrosse sticks, except longer.

Anyhow, I woke up the next morning and my cell phones — two of them that were near me in my bedroom — which I lived a very real missionary life as my bed was a 2-inch foam twin-size mattress on the floor, so definitely living the real poverty missionary life. Anyhow, I woke up in the morning with the sun bright and was looking for my cell phones, which were gone, to my astonishment and confusion. And then my eyes went to the window and I saw a perfectly square hole. I was still half asleep, so I staggered to this hole in the screen and looked at the floor where it was 15 yards away from the screen, and realized that thieves had fished my phones during the torrential downpour, where I was sound asleep and the noise of the rain blocked out sound.

So I frantically locked my door and started hunting all over the community asking questions, with the people who were laughing at me — as by this time I was the famous white man preacher — except for the genuine Christians in the community, which there were some, such as the Pastor I mentioned, but they were very few. As this community really was demon-oppressed with wickedness surrounding it: young girls as prostitutes as young as 16, it’s a beach ocean beach community which attracts all the drug addicts and dope heads, kids smoking marijuana all day wasting their lives, and beggars and thieves. This was a drug and party community as they had a nightclub located beside their sports idol — soccer, or as they call it, football. And Liberians seriously celebrate and dance and shout and really worship this sport as if it is Jesus Christ.

And I would think to myself and tell some of these guys, “If you would celebrate and lift up Jesus and put as much time into Jesus Christ as you do this silly game” — which honestly, I like sports myself, tennis is my number one favorite sport, but also enjoy American football during football season, but this soccer sport is frankly boring. A soccer ball being kicked around the field is not exactly something to waste time on in my opinion.

Anyhow, a lot of signs that I needed to leave the place, but I was too ignorant and lacking spiritual discernment at this time and felt that my calling was to give spiritual and political advice to President George Weah, which I did become a little friendly with him, as he did sponsor me during my period of 3.5 years in Liberia with $4,000 all together. And finally when I realized I needed to move back to America after Trump won the election in November 2024, I asked President George for $1,000 and also got financial help from my adopted mother, who biologically is my aunt — my real mother’s older sister — as my mother died when I was five.

The Landlord, the Sunburn, and the Shingles — My Lowest Point

Now I need to tell you about my lowest point in Liberia — when I became so broke that my landlord, who always hustled me into paying rent months in advance and locking me into long-term stays, started giving me food. I had been sick with a terrible sunburn and shingles skin rash that lasted for 5 months. The first few months, I had to ease the pain honestly with alcohol and marijuana, as the pain was like my skin was on fire. For the first two months, I could barely get out of the room except drag myself to get my food.

But then I was down to no money. My landlord , who had been so eager to take my money in advance, now started giving me food. I will show pictures later in my photo gallery, where I got so skinny I was down to as low as 150 lbs. Now I weigh 193 lbs, which is a healthy weight for me.

But now, my health has returned back to me since being back in America since Christmas 2024. Getting on that airplane, finally raising enough money for the plane ticket and enough money to survive in America for a few months, I felt a big relief on that plane going back.

Every American should live in Africa for one year and then they will appreciate and want to kiss the ground of America when they come back — and especially enjoy the good American food.

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THE HOLY SPIRIT’S REVELATION — March 9th

On March 9th, the Holy Spirit spoke to me clearly — I am to run for President of the United States in 2028.

It didn’t surprise me. For years, I’ve seen myself speaking to Millions of people, but I always thought it was for End Times Preaching — like Jack Van Impe, Hal Lindsey, Jonathan Cahn, Perry Stone, Grant Jeffrey, and Pastor Benny, who also shares about the End Times. But now I understand: God was preparing me for something bigger.

Now I am ready.

A Final Word — Let’s Seek Jesus’ Face

This testimony is a work in progress, so we will stop here. Stay tuned!

Let’s Seek Jesus’ Face, so God Heals America!

— Candidate John Rice 🇺🇸🙏

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