I had a dream that explained it all...

Churches are so beautiful, old majestic places of worship that tell ageless tales of romance, heroism and sacredness. But what happens inside? What is really going on in your church? I had a dream last night that told me exactly what was going on in mine...

Picture this if you can, a sprawling spring day with rolling yellow hills of dancing grass. This place isn't necessarily anywhere in particular, more than likley it's everywhere. On a hill in the distance I can see a beautiful old church, a beacon on the hill shining in the sun. Its foundations are ancient yet the building itself is not in ruins. It's shining in the sun, alone and not lonley, and that is exactly where I am headed. Maybe as a tourist, maybe as a truthseeker but I know this, that place holds something for me.

As I near the beautiful old church an instinct makes me turn around. Off in the distance is an old sage, greying beard flowing, his staff firmly pointing in the opposite direction - towards a distant township.

But I continue towards my goal...

As I near the door instincts tell me to turn again and where the sage was is now a black stallion, preparing to gallop away, an unheeded warning powering its haunches to fly away...

Stay tuned... the answers will come....