These are difficult times. Yes, all times have their difficulties but there is something particularly barren about this point in time. Perhaps we have over-tilled the soils of culture, churning and digging for some novel experience or quick fix to deep despair to the point that the soil has finally begun to give out. The fruit born in our culture doesn’t seem to captivate the prophetic imagination as it did. We have assessment of what is wrong. But what is the way forward? The dry, harsh winds continue to rip the topsoil of the past away exposing the violence, anger and ultimately fear that no longer be contained. How much longer before people simply lay down in the dirt and cease trying? There has to be another way.