I was sitting in the back of a church sanctuary. In front was a wide stage, and behind me was a wall of glass windows that looked out onto a lush and forested landscape. The shallow room appeared to seat around four to five hundred people. The décor was beige and dated. The pews were nearly all empty, except for a few people praying on their faces near the left side of the stage.

A young woman stood to the left, singing a worship song I did not recognize. Her voice was angelic and heavenly. I knew I belonged in this place, invited by the Lord to be part of this congregation. As she sang, I could see other people in my spirit, including the pastor, whom the Lord had prepared for more than twenty years for this time and place. I walked up to the woman and began to speak about the destiny of this church. The presence of the Holy Spirit was so strong; I wept as I shared with her. The purity of hearts and innocent spirits was why the Lord chose these people. The Lord would reach many souls worldwide and bring them into His Kingdom through their prayers and worship.

In the second dream, I walked into a large home that expanded into a home church. I entered the front door, meandering through the kitchen into a large glass atrium. It resembled the Crystal Cathedral but much smaller. Again, I recognized several people, including a prominent local pastor. The room looked dated, with worn beige carpet. Four or five people sat on old couches and used office chairs along the room's backside. They looked unhappy with expressionless faces. Finally, I found an empty chair and sat down with them.

The worship began, and I looked up to see what appeared to be a large glass mirror attached high to an inward-sloping wall. The performers stood up straight in two or three perfectly aligned rows. They meticulously played a vast arrangement of musical instruments, and the music was executed with flawless precision yet wholly lifeless. I felt no spiritual connection with anyone in the room.