Revival Begins With Me
I really can’t stand Wal-Mart.
If I woke up one morning and found out that all the Wal-Marts in America were simultaneously burning to the ground, I would have to fall to my knees in prayer and immediately start going to church again. I would be in some sort of fundamentalist church every time it has services for the rest of my life. I would tremble at the good works that God had wrought, and I would know that God had smote the wicked with righteous fury. There would be amens and hallelujahs.
Because that would be one hell of a fire-and-brimstone revival.