To render your skills useless has a neurotic feeling of failure attached that has the potential to bankrupt every meager thought of hope. With every passing moment the fleeting sight of restoration appears to bypass your doorstep. The concept of success camouflages itself as a patronizing term as you wrestle with your own faith.  Theology becomes useless rhetoric and prayer assimilates itself with the hot rap tune of the week-just words to hum to amuse ourselves for kicks.

Could it be that we have lost the very essence of faith and exchanged it for instant gratification?