We have the sanctuary back. But our nursery and bookstore are still set up as sleeping areas.

You see here before you the spectacle of a Plantagenet, who hath been carried from the nursery to the sanctuary; from the sanctuary to the direful prison; from the prison to the hand of the cruel tormentor; and from that hand to the wide wilderness, as I may truly call it, for so the world hath been to me.

There are areas that are receding. We've just got a long way to go.

If Jack Kerouac had set out to find a real bookstore in the suburbs, he would still be on the road, Phileas Fogg would still be in the air, the Ancient Mariner wouldn't have had time to tell anyone his story.

And the Kohathites set forward, bearing the sanctuary: and the other did set up the tabernacle against they came.

A church is an incubator, a nursery, a grade school. You start where people are and move them to where they need to be.