I had a dream last night. It was an unusual dream to say the least. But it was vivid in my mind when I woke up and I have learned to ponder such dreams seriously.
In my dream we seemed to be in conference in Prescott. It was a large auditorium filled with people. The room however was dark except for the stage, which was well lit. The song leader was leading songs, but no one in the audience was singing. The songs were the modern Hillsong songs that make your skin crawl. Suddenly, from my vantage point, I saw pastor Mitchell get up and make his way to the back of the auditorium. On his way he motioned for pastor Scott Lamb to join him. They met in the back for prayer and to talk. Suddenly pastor Mitchell made his way to the stage and as he climbed the steps to the platform the lights in the auditorium all came on. A minute later pastor was leading songs with Scott and Scottie and other of the older saints playing the music live and we were all singing the old familiar revival choruses that we used to sing. The church began to sing and to clap and to be exuberant in praise to the Lord Jesus. It was like we were in the Prescott church on Ruth street again.
The things that I saw made me realize again how much we lose with this modern church music. We are not a seeker sensitive church. We gather to worship and to hear what the Spirit is saying to the church. Amen. Pastor Mitchell was critical in keeping us on track and preserving us from the winds of doctrine and the so called worship music that some people love but pastor Mitchell did not love.
That was my dream.
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