There is a story told called the Parable of the Orange Trees. In the story, large groups of people gather around individual trees in the vast orange grove, hold services, sing, take offerings and occasionally pluck an orange from their tree (with much fanfare and to the delight of the local crowd). A number of such groups exist, but not nearly enough to harvest the crop from all the trees. In the distance, individual workers struggle to harvest a huge section of the grove by themselves. The vast majority of the ripening oranges simply fall to the ground and rot. A passer-by, noticing the seeming waste, stops to ask why the people don't fan out and begin to harvest the crop at some of the untended trees. He's told it's not that easy, and that it takes special training to pick an orange. Puzzled, he watches as oranges drop unnoticed all over the grove but one orange is plucked at the tree with the biggest crowd and there is much excitement. He doesn't understand and moves on. The story closes with this thought: "Lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for the harvest. The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few..." -Jesus
I was never very comfortable with that story. It hits way too close to home.