poliphilo | Success In The Ministry

I dreamed that I'd started holding a midweek service at the church where I was serving as a curate. The first week we'd had seven people. The second week hundreds turned up, the enormous cathedral-sized church was full to bursting and the noise was so great that I lost control of the proceedings. But it didn't really matter. The service was now pretty much running itself. A girl in a surplice was giving a dramatic reading of something or other. Was it the epistle? Was it the gospel? I couldn't make out any of the words but she was doing it beautifully, so who cares.....

We ended with a procession round the streets- which I led. As I came back to the building my boss (the vicar) opened the doors for me and I thought, "Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in."