This article describes the working-class demographic quite literally surrounding my church (with one notable exception, a gated community on the north side). The article offers an accurate diagnosis of their woes—through terribly sad anecdotes—and then an insufficient prescription. The broken families in West Greenville (and particularly the children) would be helped by structural improvements in society, but I’ve sat on their porches and talked to them. I’ve preached to them over and over in weekly services. Despite the depths to which they’ve fallen—and I could tell you even sadder anecdotes—most won’t humble themselves and repent. It just shocks me sometimes, even after all these years, to hear people who so clearly have hit rock bottom leap to tell me how good and honest they are. I see myself in their responses. They need the gospel and the grace of God, the things we all need.