I’m sitting in church listening to a sermon about vision. Turns out that our vision coincides with the western consumerist church vision. Our pastor is reading Andy Stanley’s book to us. I can’t leave. I’m running the sound board.
I can feel the fatigue and the desperation.
I have friends who've been there. Who turn to each other backstage or in the sound booth or in the pew and whisper, "I don't know how much more I can do this."
Sometimes, even with vision, the people perish.