Is this what you call a master plan?
A post in which I finally admit that I don’t have a clue:
To use another metaphor, I sometimes feel like I’ve got one foot in the saddle of a horse that’s about to keel over, and another foot in the saddle of a horse that’s just getting started. The only problem is, I don’t know where the second horse is going. But at some point, I’ve got to choose: go with the one that’s dying or not? The answer’s pretty obvious, but I still find myself with one foot in the saddle of something that sure looks like it’s dying. (By this, I mean the North American church.)