Probably the result of finishing re-reading Post-Charismatic? before I turned out the lights for the night, I had a night of vivid post-charismatic dreams.
I will spare you the disjointed details.
One scenario involved me smirking at the apostle from our CLB, who was wearing an argyle sweater vest. He was extremely frustrated by the fact that I was not convinced of his importance.
The other scene was a charismatic service where an outbreak of manifestations occurred. At the microphone, there was a middle-aged woman with bleached blond hair, dressed in an ugly lime-green, krinkled-cotton, 3-piece outfit intended to mask a few extra pounds.
Shortly after that, I woke up with one question at the forefront of my mind…
“Who dresses these people in my dreams?”