Show Notes
There are gates that have stood too long. Barriers we have learned to live with. Spaces we have accepted as closed.
But there is a sound that shifts atmospheres. A command that opens ancient doors.
“Lift up your heads, O you gates… that the King of glory may come in.” — Psalm 24:7
This Sunday, we contend in worship. We declare. We raise the gates.
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