There is a certain sense of restlessness that impinges upon me lately. After the short conversation with Jacksaid over the phone yesterday, this restlessness is somewhat vindicated, bearing upon the question of how we distribute our scarce resources to achieve the conception of the good as defined around the person of Jesus Christ. I further question if the space to do so is what we traditionally understand to be the institutional church. Vital dimensions seemed to be missing from the construct of our faith, not because we are not forward looking, but because the interpretation of the present arises from, perhaps, a deficient understanding of the past. The historical Jesus is still not meeting the Jesus of faith. Not sufficient to rewrite the rules of the game, to say the least. I do understand, however, that this is no blame-game. I know enough that I do not want to channel my energy in that direction. After all, convictions must be endorsed to be legitimized, not to be imposed upon by coercion or guilt. The realization of the current state of affairs boils down to a personal consideration of efficiency for me. Am I participating efficiently in the construct of a Godly Utopia? In some sense, I still long for unity as much as Leonardo Da Vinci, even when the idea of uncontestable premises is widely rejected in modern liberal society. It is this quest for meaningful participation, to move beyond intellectual masturbation if I may so crudely put it, that is both the source of my restlessness and the telos of my rest.