Full disclosure: we do not raise the dead, walk on water, or cure anything at all. We move product and we feed people. In our defense, that was already the hardest part of the original ministry and nobody thanked Him for it either.
Submitted, lightly redacted, and notarized by a notary who was very understanding about the whole situation.
"I had given up on the almond business. Then a man with long hair and a worn grey jacket came into the Moscow farmers market, picked up a bag of Apostles' Twelve-Nut Medley, said 'This is very good', and paid me in exact change. I have thought about it every week since."
"Our food pantry ran out of dried apples on a Thursday. By Friday there were fourteen boxes on the loading dock and no note. Only a packing slip that said 'for the body, which is temporary'. We still don't know who left them. He's still at it."
"I emailed the Garage For Jesus about a shipment and got back a reply in eleven minutes that only said: 'Send it to the nursing home on 3rd. Do not ring the bell. Hand it to the lady at the desk.' She said the same man had come by the previous Tuesday with a box of soft dried fruit for the residents. Long hair. Beard. Sandals. In Moscow. In November."
"We sent 40 bags to the KYZO Garden in Accra and the note that came back said: 'The people are asking where we can buy more. Also they are asking about the bearded man in the picture. We told him he is welcome any time.' He is welcome any time."
"I ordered eleven bags for our Sunday school and paid with a check. The next morning there was a duplicate order confirmation for eleven bags, already shipped, plus a handwritten card: 'The children have been asking about raisins. Give them raisins.' The church treasurer has asked me to stop explaining this to the deacons."
"Our yoga studio bought twelve bags for the studio snack shelf and put up a small card: Ask us about Jesus. Nobody asked. But the owner says a woman came in, bought a bag of Quiet Almonds, said 'He sent me', and left a $200 tip. We didn't have a tip jar. We bought one. It is shaped like a dove."
"My dad's memory was going. He couldn't finish a sentence or remember the names of his grandsons. The nurse said try him on the soft dried fruit — small pieces, easy to chew. Four months later he sat up at the table, looked at my brother, and said his name. Out loud. First time in a year. I don't know what to do with that. I'm not going to claim a miracle. I'm just going to say thank you."
"I run the pool at a community center. We put a JESUS IS NUTS stand next to the snack table. People who swim three laps a day apparently require an enormous quantity of dried fruit. We went from 9 bags a month to 140. The owner asked me if we had a distributor. I told him a man named Jesus is the distributor, but he's based in Moscow and doesn't answer email."
"The scale broke on a Tuesday. It read twelve ounces on everything, which was a real problem, because we sell by weight and I am not going to sell twelve ounces of raisins as sixteen. So we threw the scale out. On Thursday a man with a beard and long hair came by the garage with a brand-new digital scale in a box, with a packing slip from a farm supply place in Pullman. He said 'Your old one was lying to you' and walked off. He did not buy anything."
"I run a food pantry for a congregation of about sixty people, mostly retired. We get very little funding and very large families. You sent us 25 bags a month and, honestly, the soft dried fruit went further than the money would have. One woman told me, 'I've been able to chew these. That's what I needed.' That is the whole report."
"I sell prayer candles at the market. I make one for everyone who finds the bearded man. Last month someone came back and said they found Him at the Coeur d'Alene farmers market and that He bought a bag of raisins and said the scale was very accurate. I made Him a candle. He has never come back. But the candle sold out."
"We shipped 40 crates to Accra and the customs form asked us to describe the goods. I wrote 'Dried fruit and nuts. Nonprofit. Religious organization. Jesus.' It cleared in six days. Every other shipment I've sent to Ghana took a month. Apparently He has diplomatic clearance."
Published quarterly. Audited by a bookkeeper in Sandpoint who bills us $40 and one almond.
| Year | Bags Shipped | Meals Funded | Pantries Kept Open | Beards Scanned | Times Scale Was Wrong |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2024 | 1,180 | 2,900 | 4 | 61 | 3 |
| 2025 | 6,940 | 15,200 | 11 | 311 | 1 (we keep the receipts) |
| 2026 | 4,120 (Q3, in progress) | 8,800 | 6 | 198 | 0 |
| Forecast | 18,000 | 40,000 | 25 | 1,000 | God willing |
Every claim on this page is backed by a packing slip, a scale reading, or a thank-you note. The rest is folklore and we label it as folklore.
Your Last Prayer filmed a documentary about one of our pantry partners. The camera crew confirmed the story with, quote, "a man who was definitely there."
Shipments to Accra, Ghana through our KYZO partnership are documented with photos of pallets, loading, and — on three separate occasions — a figure standing near the container.
Did a bag arrive when it should not have? Did He show up? Did a pantry stay open another week? Tell us. We will add it to the ledger, redact your name if you like, and print it on a card.
Send your testimony to miracles@jesusisnuts.com. Put "MIRACLE" in the subject line so it does not get filed under bills, which is a category that has already swallowed one resurrection.
The Your Last Prayer team records uplifting stories about elders across traditions. If you or someone you love has a story worth preserving, their film project is the highest honor we can offer — and they do it for free.
Many of our best miracles began as a pantry, a fridge, a mutual-aid shelf or a table in a church hallway. We will ship you the snacks. You do the rest. That is the whole business model.