Author Larry Crabb writes of an experience he had many years ago. He was walking down the street in Miami Beach, Florida, and just past the luxury hotel row in Miami was a typical residential area. At one point he walked past a wood-slatted porch, maybe ten feet deep and sixty feet long. On that porch set a couple of rows of chairs, perhaps a hundred chairs in all sitting side by side, none touching, each in exactly the same position to the others. Most of the chairs were occupied and each held one motionless retired man or woman staring straight ahead at the street. No one’s head turned to watch a passing car or person on the sidewalk. There were no newspapers, no novels, and no glasses of ice tea. There was no conversation, no evidence that any of these people had been created by a relational God to enjoy intimate fellowship.