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Tonight we will have a visiting minister at our Church. Last night (early this morning) I dreamt about the service.

I dreamed that from the very moment the minister (let’s call her Joan) entered the sanctuary the Holy Spirit fell — means was manifest. The nature of It was like only what I have heard of in the past. It was as a heavy cloud.

The folks (Saints mostly) were behaving as if they were under the influence. They behaved in an unorderly fashion (lovingly unorderly). The whole room was affected.

As I am an usher, my job is to minister comfort and order and to remain on the administrative side of the service and so that is what I did to the best of my ability.

Whole families were ministered to by the administration of the Holy Spirit. It was a wonderful thing.

I am headed there now!