As I was sitting in my office today considering tuff decisions to make I was focusing on a picture on my wall.

It is a Picture painted by William Booth, the founder of the Salvation Army.
It is set in the 1890's with people dressed in their finery having tea and pleasant conversation on a dock beside the ocean. The ocean is whitcapped with waves and filled with the bodies of drowning people. You see them exhausted and ready to perish in the water. meanwhile the people on the safe, strong dock are oblivious to the dying around them.

I felt like God was saying to me, "what would you be willing to do to reach some of those dying people?" Would you be willing to tear off part of the dock and build a boat to go get those people???

Or do you value the dock too much.

I guess the dock is the church, and we are the people having tea and crumpetts...