I love church developed in the culture of revival and prayer, and I long for the manifest presence of God that cracks open the heart, bringing freedom and healing. And yet, in this season of life, I am so hungry for high church and the beauty of music, prescribed form, and liturgy penned out of fervency and fiery devotion from saints who have gone before me.
The rule of spontaneity in church can become as binding and dead as liturgical structure. The next wave of spiritual awakening may come in the most unexpected ways among unlikely sources. Everybody has their eye on “these people” or “that church,” but God never limits His outpouring to the circumference of a box.