Raymond C. Ortlund, Jr. I was standing atop the Hill of Fare near our village in Scotland. It was a glorious September day. The Dee Valley lay before me, a patchwork of little fields and stands of trees. The clouds cast shadows randomly on the valley floor. Over here, all was green and bright. Over there, it was shadowy, grey, subdued. And I thought, “The Church is like this. In some quarters, the light of God is streaming down in unclouded brilliance. In others, the clouds block the light. A chill has set in. The color has faded.”
God’s reviving power is not evenly distributed throughout his Church. And I write this article for my brothers and sisters who are living in the shad