A Different Day When the Party’s Over: Dreaming About a Renewed Church

Last night I dreamed our community was under siege by terrorists. Suddenly, the party was over: Recreation and entertainment lost their appeal, raucous laughter and folly ceased, God’s name was no longer profaned, and both saints and sinners filled the churches, not for programs and social life, but for extended hours of confession of brokenness and need for support to experience Christ.

DonLoy Whisnant/The Grace Perspective/JourneyNotes 16C28