We live in a starving city, friends. People hop from bar to bar. They try fun fix after fun fix. Throw themselves into their work. And they keep coming up empty.
Life is a shell without central meaning.
I don't want to condemn or point accusing fingers at anyone. Believers at Calvin Church, we have such unbelievable riches. I'd love to have something available to forgive your sins but inventory is empty. I'd love to make room for you in heaven, but all our rooms are full. I'm not going to adopt any more children.