I pray, don't close pubs! Have Brains.
(A case for a spirited revival)
A while ago
I was chatting to a fellow Christian who was telling me about a spectacular
Welsh religious revival over a century ago. I am a great believer in life in
general and, as a guy that is a lot of the time half-dead through sin, in revivals in particular, so I listened with some interest;
especially that it’s impossible not to have grave concerns about what’s left of
the soul of Wales: it’s obvious that this country needs a spiritual revival,
perhaps even more urgently than the abolishment of income tax.
The good man
kept enlightening me: ‘Did you know that people quit drinking en masse and
hundreds of pubs had to close down?’ I didn’t and it came as a blow. I still believed the revival we were talking about might have been, somehow, a
good idea and I still believed that another one is overdue. But I also firmly believed, and I still do, that there is always room for improvement.
