To Naomi, the extraordinary woman with whom I have shared life for more than 50 years. To our sons, Marcelo and Martn, who I love and deeply admire; and to their wives Lisa and Lela, two exceptional women who are truly daughters to us. And to the five champions: Gabriela, Nicols, Daniel, Isabela, and Sofa, our dear grandchildren.
It was March of 2011. We were wrapping up a crusade at the General Santander Stadium in Ccuta, Colombia. This was one of the largest football stadiums in the country. Later we called it Rivers of Salvation because there we experienced showers of divine glory and reaped a gigantic harvest of lives for Christ.
On the following Sunday, I had the honor of ministering in the pulpit of Jos Satirio Do Santos, a pastor who had been a leader in organizing the crusade. What a surprise! When I arrived to present the message, this father of the Church in Latin America, along with his entire congregation, sang to me:
God is faithful to fulfill
Every Word said to you.
God is faithful to fulfill
Every promise made to you.
You will not die until God
Fulfills in you all the dreams
That he himself has dreamed for you.
Wow! Those words took on an extraordinary meaning for us, heard as we approached our 100-year golden anniversary, celebrating a combined 50 years as an ordained minister, 35 years with the Evangelistic Association, 10 years with the School of Evangelists, plus another five years of Glory, bringing us to the exact publication date of this book.
On anniversaries like these, people often pause to celebrate the past and crown the career of a servant of God by lauding the things they did in the past.
Ladies and gentlemen, you are mistaken.
Certainly, this ministry has experienced the fullness of Gods blessings. We feel more energized than ever in our lives and we continue moving forward, reaching for everything that he has promised. Yet we are only now embarking on some of the biggest projects of our ministry.
With deepest devotion, we as a family, along with the entire Evangelistic Association, once again consecrate everything to our beloved Savior, whom we honor, for whom we live, and to whom we dedicate once again our entire existence.
Because in him and by him and through him are all things. To him be all the glory.
Alberto H. Mottesi
How quickly the years have flown by! I began life as a sincerely religious man who obligingly fulfilled the requirements of my church. But something changed the course of my life forever, and that something was a personal encounter with my beloved Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. The discovery that the key of life was not to be found in an accumulation of ceremonies and rituals, nor from a personal commitment to living a moral life, but only from a personal relationship with God through Christ, served as the detonator, the key in the ignition, the starting point. It was an exuberant and transforming experience that marked me forever.
To understand that God loved me just as I was, and that he had a purpose for my life, was the most captivating symphony that I could have heard here on this earth. That was my real beginning in God.
At the time of my ordination into the ministry, I never could have imagined where the Lord would take me as I labored in his work. However, I would not change my story for anything in the world. The love and the care of God have been so precious.
The fire that was ignited throughout my youth as I preached to the lost in the streets, in the plazas, in the parks, in the churches, and in any place where God allowed, continues to blaze. Today the flame seems even more powerful, more ablaze with the passing of time. It is a passion that devours me, and I wish that my days were 48 hours long and my years had 700 days.
At this moment I cannot count the times I have traveled throughout Latin America. Over and over again, from city to city, from town to town, I have traveled sharing the message of the Crucified One, Jesus of Nazareth. For this reason I want to fall on my face and bow before God who has been so good to me. If it had not been for his powerful presence, I never would have gone around the corner from the house where I lived.
Millions of people from all latitudes of our beloved Latin America have heard through radio, on television, and also in personal encounters, the Good News of redemption. On many occasions I have lamented my complete inability to divide myself into a thousand pieces so that I could preach in every region, province, and in each tiny village, the blessed Gospel of the Kingdom of God.
I know. It is not possible. I am perfectly conscious that the work is not that of one person alone but of the entire Body of Christ. But even so, I would not want to miss a moment, even less any opportunity that may present itself to bring souls into the knowledge of Christ.
This is the number one priority of my life. This is my calling. May the Lord sustain me so that I can continue to fulfill the commission until I breathe my last breath, until my heart stops beating.
CHAPTER
THE WORLD WHEN I WAS BORN
I t was 1942, a year that consumed the world in war. The Axis countriesGermany, Italy, and Japanwere at the apex of their power as marauders. Hitler had conquered France and most of Western Europe, and his eager eyes were now fixed on Russia. Mussolini also rose up, following his support of Rommel in North Africa, and made his way to Egypt. Hirohito, with his surprise attack on Pearl Harbor in December of 1941, had made the United States participation in the war unavoidable, and several battles had already been fought for strategic islands in the Pacific Ocean.
These temporary triumphs of the Axis powers encouraged its members to dream of world dominance, and it seemed likely then that they would achieve their goal. On yet another continent, Argentina was experiencing strong political tensions of its own. In terms of foreign relations, they had not accepted the United States appeal to break off relations with the Axis, because they openly sympathized with the tenants of Nazism. The Argentine resistance to joining the Allies unleashed strong economic pressures from North America that eventually forced a rift just two years later.
Domestically, President Ramn S. Castillo openly manipulated elections to maximize the conservative partys power in what came to be known as Argentinas infamous decade, but Castillos time was coming to a close. Corruption, bribery, and use of force had become the modus operandi. The Argentine people, having lost faith in the democratic process and unhappy with the government, were simply fertile ground for a coup detat, a revolution.
Amid this political unrest, in the chaos of 1942, in a quiet house at 1553 Gascn Street in the city of Palermo, a suburb of Buenos Aires, in the region of Ro de la Plata, a baby born April 19th made his first cries.
I was the second son of the Mottesi-Rondani union. My parents, Jos and Esther, had exchanged marriage vows in 1932. Both came from Italian immigrant families, and had not experienced ease in life. My father left school at the tender age of nine to work and help with the financial support of his family. He told us, his children, that he had said farewell to his teacher in a sea of tears. His heart ached at having to leave his studies so prematurely, but the financial need was pressing. He had to do it. From that point on, hed get up at five oclock in the morning to haul meat at a freezer-storage facility in the city.