How insincere of us to wallow in the glory and never go after the prodigal. How naive of us to fill our pockets with seeds, never intending to gather a harvest, let alone plant anything. How twisted to withhold the medicine from the sick.
— Kyle Harper, The World Race

Take time to read this piece, "My One Night with a Prostitute."  I'll let the man's blog post speak for itself.  What are we doing, indeed.