This is my story about the fruit of obedience. It covers years of my life.

In the 19th century, Soren Kierkegaard told a parable.  It goes something like this:

In the barnyard are fat geese.  They are enjoying food, safety, and security.  Then one day in the fall a flock of wild geese fly overhead.  The barnyard geese start to run through the yard – squawking and flapping their wings, but never going over the fence.

I picked up the following off of a VHS video I saw in 2003. I am not sure who the speaker was. She was sitting on a stool on a stage, dressed in black just sharing her heart. It should make you think about sub-cultures and the need to reach them.