The edge is the point of almost falling off...from friends, family, life, a job. You're done or want to be. My edge is what makes me stumble, fall, grip tighter or want to give up and it's different for everyone.
I wonder how many people are hanging off the edge right now, barely able to hang on.
Some are calling out for help, others have given up and are contemplating letting go.
And then there's the church, most of us at the top of the cliff and a safe distance away from danger.
God's given each of us a talent, whether you know what that is or are continuing to search. Others choose to ignore and don't care what their "calling" is.
Jesus told stories that people of his time related to...crops, inheritance, stones, foundation, temples.
Our stories are relatable. Some will preach. Many will cause you to fall on your face (and I will not define that). Demons will flee, depression lift, the call of God louder than the worlds to an individual who's been looking for Him, consciously or not.
Other stories will be so subtle, they look like the world in their quagmire, like the prodigal son eating and sleeping with the pigs.
It all comes down to the Great Commission. There are some people only an arms reach from you. Maybe you have the longest rope in your hands, but have ignored it's presence or refused to cast it out for various reasons, most of them fear-based.
People are waiting for your message. Even those hanging and longing to be saved or just left alone, have a truth and a testimony that God is just waiting to use for His glory.