Or a dream coming true. No, this will not be the revival to end all revivals. Blooming dogwoods, singing birds and growing grass remind me every spring that I, too, need to wake up and live again. Like everything in Nature, I never outgrow my need for renewal. Perhaps some of you feel that way, too.
Revivals can help.
They are special. For me, one revival was very special. It happened 66 years ago, but I remember it well. I don't recall the specific date, but I'm sure it was in the springtime. It happened in the little Methodist Church in McLemoresville, Tenn., population 311 if you count dogs, cats and chickens.