People often ask me what’s happening with 24-7 these days, and whether that whole crazy, non-stop prayer thing is finally running out of steam.

Well, we spent the first few years expecting it to slow down and sometimes secretly hoping that it might stop altogether so that we could get on with the things we’d been doing before it kicked off. But that first unsuspecting prayer room has self-seeded into the lives of more than 2 million people, in more than 12,000 locations, most denominations, and more than half the nations on earth. Along the way, to my constant surprise, churches have experienced renewal, new ministries have been born, radical young firebrands have been propelled out of prayer rooms to fight injustice, journalists (from Rolling Stone to Reader’s Digest) have taken note, and countless people have encountered Jesus —many for the first time. All accidentally. All because of prayer.

We only started praying because we had nowhere else to go. But then, when we did, we somehow stumbled into a story worth telling. I began recounting our adventures in Red Moon Rising. But that, as it turned out, was just the beginning of the journey. That was before a terrifying encounter set me down four thousand miles from home on Christmas Day in a forgotten graveyard at a place they call Blue Camp 20.

Here, then, is the next chapter of our story . . .