I feel compelled to cry with desert rumblings to my generation. Its not as though I think or feel like I am the lone seer in the Country of the Blind. Quite the contrary! My own eyes have been gouged and plucked. I too heard the call, followed the Voice, crucified my soul to the Story. Somewhere along the way, I allowed men to define the Voice's meaning, I sold my soul to an ecclesiology measured and weighted with quantitative reasoning. You know, "How many people do you run?" "What was your budget last year?" "What is the square footage of your building?" It was subtle. At least no one ever explicitly stated this, but conversations revolved around this. Results and numbers were the final say at the end of the day. The church became a business. My holy vocation bartered for a career.