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A Christian Response to Burnout Culture The morning started at 5:00 a.m.  in Woodstock, Georgia. The air was still. Headlights cut thin gold lines through a waking fog. I rolled up the window, sipped my coffee, and asked the miles: What am I really driving toward? For two-and-a-half years, I made that drive from my house in Woodstock to the IRS office in Chamblee. At first, I believed I was making progress. But gradually I recognized something else: I was showing up—not becau