I snuck in quietly. It was darkish. Fairy lights strung on the walls and windows.
My friend Charlene worshipping soulfully on the keyboard in the corner.
Young adults curled up on couches.
Grey haired intercessors praying quietly.
Already, even after 14 hours of continual worship, it feels like a holy space, an open heaven.
Charlene passes the baton to my buddy Ryan from the Hammer House of Prayer, and the worship continues. 48 hours of it. 24 worship teams from all kinds of different churches and denominations in the city.
In the back, people are writing their prayers on the wall.
It’s going until midnight on Sunday, at the True City office at 500 James St. North.
Come and burn with us!