Forty-five years is a long time for a church to be going. Long enough to remember when the water was flowing. Long enough to watch the wells fill up with silt.
Ps Keith Ainge takes an easy-to-miss detail from Genesis 26 and builds something genuinely worth hearing. Isaac doesn't invent a new water source. He just digs back down to what his father had, through the opposition, through the setbacks, until the water comes again. It's a simple image. It's also an uncomfortable one, because it raises a question most of us would rather not answer: when did we stop digging?
There's a story in here about a burned-out missionary who went back to an emptying church and started praying alone on Saturday mornings, week after week, for eight months, before anyone joined him. What came next is worth hearing.