I was sitting on the floor in my office, looking at my ceiling trying to figure out what was going on. Everything felt numb. I had no energy, no passion, no excitement, no desire. All I wanted was to lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling.
Although as a pastor, I have helped many people through their journeys with depression and anxiety, I am not prone to bouts of melancholy, and yet here I was staring at my ceiling, wondering what went wrong.
Truly I say to you, unless a congregation dies, it remains alone, but if it dies it bears much fruit. Congregations who love their (community, building, programs) lose it, and congregations who hate their (community, building, programs) in this world will keep them for eternal life.