A pastor of an unresponsive church with the best of his life behind him and little to show for it, Reverend Bob spends his week preparing yet another sermon that will not be heard. Does a life of failed good intentions necessitate a sentence of isolation and futility? More
When Reverend Bob took the pulpit of Redeemer Chapel, he spoke for twenty minutes to the walls. Herein, is an apt metaphor of one who lives a life of good intention but is stuck in a silent world where even the most basic relations do not seem to be listening. How does this narrative change? Or is one destined to another week of meaningless mediocrity?