What do you do when you feel like you're holding a vision alone, when people who matter seem only to oblige occasionally (and that's only when they remember)? What do you do when you seem to observe that the sense of self-priority and personal comfort incapacitate the missional sensibilities of a people?

To press on or to take the easier route out... the right choice is obvious, but emotional survival is bleak.

My goodness, so this is what I've been doing to you all these years, Lord? Give me the strength, that I may be as foolish as you.