I once tried to remove a tick from my dog with heated tweezers. There was a sizzle, a yelp... and then I put my glasses on and realized the "tick" was one of his nipples.

That's how faith can feel sometimes: confident, sincere, even heroic-until you notice you've been using the wrong tools on the wrong problem.

I believe in God deeply. But the way I learned to "do church" started to feel like a bath that left more mess than it cleaned-more exhaustion than healing, more performance than presence. If the medicine isn't working, maybe the diagnosis is wrong.

Towers isn't a teardown or a hot take. It's a re-examination. A willingness to put the glasses back on and ask uncomfortable questions about what we've built, what we've assumed, and why so many people walk away hurt.

There has to be a better way. Let's go find it.