"A little church on Sunday morning is a negligible thing. It may be the meekest, and least conspicuous, thing in America. Someone zipping between Baltimore’s airport and beltway might pass this one, a little stone church drowsing like a hen at the corner of Maple and Camp Meade Road. At dawn all is silent, except for the click every thirty seconds as the oblivious traffic light rotates through its cycle. The building’s bell tower out of proportion, too large and squat and short to match. Other than that, there’s nothing much to catch the eye.
In a few hours heaven will strike earth like lightning on this spot. The worshipers in this little building will be swept into a divine worship that proceeds eternally, grand with seraphim and incense and God enthroned, “high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple” (Isaiah 6:1). The foundations of that temple shake with the voice of angels calling “Holy” to each other, and we will be there, lifting fallible voices in the refrain, an outpost of eternity.
If this is true, it is the most astonishing thing that will happen in our city today."
- Frederica Mathewes-Green
This is an amazing concept... How much have we missed the wonder of what happens in our presence as we encounter His presence?
How much have we dismissed the gathering of believers, because it seems to be a dead ritual?
Yes many, perhaps most, times it is dead or dying. The Church in North America is constricted with atrophy. But The spirit of God desires to break through and reanimate us.
The real question is do we desire it?
Will we be an outpost of eternity?
Will we just do business as usual?