A Procession of Light
Several weeks ago, I had a dream that I’ve been processing with the Lord. In the dream, I was in a church filled with people from many of the denominations I’ve had the honor of serving over the years—Baptist, Methodist, Episcopalian, and non-denominational. It felt familiar, like any other Sunday gathering. Years ago, while serving on staff at a Spirit-filled Episcopal church, I oversaw the acolytes. This church held a deep reverence for the Lord through sacred rhythms—processions, the sacraments—while also fully embracing the gifts of the Spirit and the fivefold ministry. It was a rare and beautiful expression of the Church. The acolytes carried the light and incense, ushering in what was holy. In the dream, I was again overseeing the acolytes, and a significant procession was about to begin. As I looked around, many sat comfortably, largely unaware. But I knew something was off—we were not ready. The candles we had would not last. The robes had become dingy. Preparation was ne...