The Persistent Burden of Faith

I really like Sunday morning AM radio preachers. Their muffled lonely voices are so full of sincerity. I imagine a guy left alone in a cold studio, recording his prepared words on reel to reel tape, thinking that if he can bring back just one lost sheep who has strayed from the fold, it will all be worth it. And every time leaving the studio, not know if his message was effective or even heard. But knowing that he’ll do it all over again next week, and every week until he is called home or is no more.

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