On the platform of a railroad station there was a large crate with a big dog inside. He was the saddest dog you can imagine. A lady asked about him. "You would be sad, too," she was told, "if you were in his plight. He's chewed the tag off the crate, and doesn't know where he's going."

Sounds like many churches I know. The church today has resources untold. We have a skilled, well-educated, talented work force. We claim the allegiance of the best people in our community. We serve a Master who for 2,000 years has inspired people's hearts and changed their lives. And yet we are only a shadow of what we might be. What is the problem with us? My guess is that we don't know where we are going. We're not certain what we are supposed to be doing. We've chewed the tag off our crate and we're bogg…