To illustrate my last post.
Eight years ago, I spent a summer living in a house (supposedly an old brothel that had been renovated, but that’s another story) with five other guys. It got so dirty with our lack of cleaning, by the end of that summer, there were foot-high mushrooms growing out of the floors.
They grew out of the dirt and grime in the darkness. They were tall and unavoidable. They would graze your feet as you tried to step over them. They seemed to multiply best in the cracks and crevices.
This is what I mean by a spontaneous and sustainable, organic and reproducible movement of churches.