Most worship leaders genuinely want to see the church grow in godliness. It's just that no one ever told them that they might be able to do something about that.
My immune system rips ragged holes in my intestines the way a tailor tears broadcloth. You can imagine the results: I wake up, eat, drink, read, work, drive, and play with my kids while in constant pain. All this bodily chaos disrupts every part of my life. By the time I reach the end of a day, I too often feel like a useless, paralyzed limb on Christ’s body.