It felt like a holy flashback.
The skies opened up and the rain poured down — and instantly, memories came flooding in from last year’s Columbia Flood Night. That night, water rolled through the tent, but it didn’t stop the worship. People were laid out under the power of the Holy Spirit — soaking wet and completely surrendered.
This night, it began to rain again. Hard. But just like before, the atmosphere only got stronger.
Two brothers encountered God in life-changing ways. One was baptized in water 💧, and the other received the baptism of the Holy Spirit — speaking in tongues for the first time under the tent 🔥🕊️.
Mary shared a message of hope, speaking to hearts that have walked through pain, reminding everyone that God sees, God knows, and in Him you can put your trust. ❤️.
And then — Molly came back. Yep, that Molly 🐶. The face-licking revival dog who got escorted out a few nights ago returned... this time, calm and cuddled into the community. We think she’s officially family now.
Many others were baptized 💦, boldly proclaiming new life in Jesus.
As the service drew to a close, prophetic worship broke out 🎶. The tent was filled with voices, tears, songs, and peace. People fell to their knees, sat still, or simply rested in the thick presence of the Lord. It felt sacred.
Night Four became another Columbia flood night — not because of water alone, but because of the flood of His Spirit.
