Always there was a shared sense of transformation. There was also a sense of awe and expectation. Congregants in that storefront church expected God to do something. Commenting on the differences between “high” and “low” church expectations,[7] Annie Dillard writes, “In the high churches they saunter through liturgy like Mohawks along a strand of scaffolding who have long since forgotten their danger. If God were to blast such a service to bits, the congregation would be . . . genuinely shocked. But in the low churches you expect it every minute. This is the beginning of wisdom.”[8]
