In the dream, I was standing near the back of our church. All of the seats were filled.
A number of people – mostly men – stood facing her off to her right. I had a sense that they were great evangelists. Some of their suits seemed a bit antiquated.* I did recognize one of the men as my pastor’s father. He looked at least twenty years younger than he does today.
At that point, one of the men off to the right began to fade out. At first I thought it meant he died. Suddenly I realized that most, if not all, of the people I saw were from past generations.