In a vivid dream last night I was standing in a long winding line of people, all of us dressed in white robes. We were carrying gifts and waiting in line to give them at the alters. The lines were so long and criss-crossed over each other. I remember craning my neck to see ahead to make sure I was in line for God's alter. Some alters were for God while others were for idols, and there was no visible difference between the people waiting in the different lines.
My Bible reading today took me to Ezra 3 where the temple is being rebuilt. Not by just anyone, but the returned exiles. Those who had weathered a bit of wild