My name is Eric. My wife Casey and I and our 5 children have served as missionaries in the Philippines since 2003. In February 2020, we came to the USA for 3 months, which ended up keeping us here and unable to leave because of Covid in 2020. Towards the end of the year we felt the Lord birth a new ministry name for who we are and what we do called “Revival Cry”.
I first heard the Gospel of Jesus Christ when I was 14 years old. A pastor in upstate NY where I grew up knocked on the door of our family’s home every week for one year. My family then began to attend church faithfully. However, although I prayed the prayer to receive Jesus, my heart was still not surrendered to Him. I lived a double hypocritical life. At the same time we began going to church, I also began an addiction to pornography. This addiction was like a drug which led me down the road to depression and being suicidal at times.
When my parents moved to the southern part of the state of Delaware in the early 1990’s I was attending a 2 year community college. I did not have any real purpose or direction in life at that time. My family ended up finding a local church near where they moved and fell in love with it. Their church was also looking for a youth pastor at that time. My parents contacted me in NY and asked if I would be interested in the job. After thinking about it I reasoned, “Well, maybe if I become a youth pastor I would feel more responsibility to live free from all this porn stuff”.
Little did I realize that for the next 3 1/2 years of youth pastoring how much worse I would become. The youth group during that time grew from 15 to over 75 students every week. The church with the pastor I was working alongside grew from 100 to 500 people. On the outside the ministry looked great. However, in my heart I was struggling to live a life of integrity with purpose.
Ministry did not satisfy me. Although I would do my devotions everyday, reading 1 chapter form the Bible and praying using an acronym called A.C.T.S. (Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving and Supplication), I was still so empty and hypocritical inside. When Casey and I met in the summer of 1997, I knew she was the right one for me.
Getting married I thought that finally I would be set free from all this perversion and emptiness. Yet again I failed. My wife found out about my double-life only after 8 months of marriage and was really hurt.
For years I would read books on deliverance, have accountability partners, throw TV’s away, confess my secret sins and even go to Christian counselors to be set free. Still nothing changed. After Casey found out about my sinful lifestyle I knew I was so desperate. I went to the pastor and the elders and confessed. I was broken.
Willingly, I stood up before the church on a Sunday morning in August of 1997 and repented in front of 500 people. Everyone seemed so surprised and hurt. As I stepped off of the platform to walk down the middle aisle to meet Casey in the back of the church I felt like all of the chains which had hooks in my flesh were immediately broken and pulled off of me. I was totally set free! As I met Casey at the back door I said, “I do not know what just happened, but I know that I am totally free”!
Presently, we have been married for 24 years and have 5 beautiful and amazing children.
I shared all of this to say that our ministry “Revival Cry International” is not about our gifts, calling or abilities. It has everything to do with who Jesus is to us and what He has done in us. Less than one year after this breakthrough Casey and I attended the Brownsville/Pensacola Revival. This revival started on Father’s Day of 1995 and lasted for 5 years. The first time we visited the revival I was free from all the shame and hopelessness that came from feeling like a failure. The Lord also called me to attend the Brownsville Revival School of Ministry at that time. Attending the revival and the school for the next 3 years totally transformed us. To this day we have a cry that brews inside of us for God to pour out His Spirit of revival once more in the USA, the Philippines and any people tribe or tongue that the Lord would bring us to.
Our cry is for revival. We feel called as voices in the wilderness crying out for souls to know the lover of their souls.
Hi, I’m Casey Veronica Miller.
I went to church meetings much of my life. In that time, I had some great moments with God. However, personal struggles led me to question if I had the wrong god or if there was really a god at all. By time I entered college, much of my disillusionment with the institutionalized church had reached its pinnacle and I was embracing my Mideastern heritage, studying the Quran, researching Jewish tradition, and questioning who the “God out there” was, if He indeed existed.
In the middle of all this, I was dealing with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue. Exhaustion and depression marked my life every day while my peers were in their prime of energetic life.
Late one night alone in my car I cried out in desperation, “Living God, please STAND UP!” I waited. Nothing. So, there’s no god at all?! I was disappointed. I wanted there to be a God. To make it simple, I needed there to be a God. I had myself in an inescapable mess of sickness and had a regimen of antidepressants that were probably hurting more than helping.
When I drove away from that moment of questioning, I had no idea the “God out there” was setting things in order for me to meet a young girl who had been to the Brownsville Revival which was taking place in Pensacola, Florida. She invited me to her college dorm room and began to speak out secrets I had only laid out before the “God out there” as she prayed over me. I felt the real Presence of the Living God I had been asking for. My whole body was being taken over with an amazing feeling that was making me cry and snot and sweat and shake and…what was this?! I never had that reading the Quran or studying religious traditions. I didn’t feel that when I attended religious church meetings that made me want to fall asleep. I was completely caught by surprise!
Fast forward a bit and I started to realize there were a lot of issues in my life to work through, but I needed more of this true God stuff to help me through it. I visited a church near where my parents were living in Delaware and met the youth pastor. His name was Eric Miller. He seemed to have it together and was quite decisive, something I was NOT. We were married very shortly afterwards. Both of us, I think, were seeking for truth, but neither of us had surrendered. That’s the key, folks- surrender. I had discovered Jesus was the true God. I had learned the way to follow. But I needed to make a decision to surrender. No plan B. His way or nothing.
In time, Eric and I confronted our mess that had basically exploded because both of us knew ABOUT God but didn’t KNOW Him personally and hadn’t surrendered. Without my involvement at all, Eric began to hear about the Brownsville Revival. I was a bit skeptical because I was afraid it wouldn’t stick based on my previous encounter, but I also knew there was something very unique happening, also based on my previous encounter. Eric and I flew to Brownsville during my spring break as a high school teacher, 7 months pregnant with our first child. It was at this place we discovered the passion of revival and how it was not a 1-time encounter but a lifetime’s cry. Our hearts were finally putting the puzzle pieces together.
Revival. It’s more than a religious experience or moment to mark on the calendar. It’s when the cry of our hearts reaches the cry of God’s. It’s the passion for which the Father gave His best. He didn’t do that cheaply and desires us to value the reality of what He bought for us at the cross with every breath. I guess that’s what the name “Revival Cry” means to me. It’s refusing to settle for religious ideologies and longing for the “more” of who He really is. He is so much more, and it never ends. So, my heart cries for more of Him EVERY day, deeply desiring that others who are searching would find a place in every city and nation of the world where they can truly encounter the Presence of God and learn to be disciples who follow Him by life or by death.
At the time I am writing this, I have been married for 24 1/2 years, medication-free for over 23 years, full of the goodness and joy of the Lord, on the mission field for 18 years, and am a homeschool mother of 5 children (2 are graduated). I am daily in awe of the process of the Lord. And apparently He’s not done yet!