Somewhere in the Bible is a story about Elijah (I think it was). He had run away from what were to be his future responsibilities. He holed up in a cave by a creek. He had water, and the ravens fed him. This sounds like the epitome of a good campsite to me. However, things changed somewhat and he was sorta forced away from his hideout. His complaints and prayers were answered. He was told by GOD that only those who really mattered would hear his message.

"How many are there?"

GOD answered with definite numbers for each tribe of Israel. Since the actual census is available in the Bible for that period of time, running the numbers gives a figure of one in 1500. Move the decimal place over a bit and you have 0.15% - and that ain't a whole lot of people who are worth a damn, who will be able to bring enlightenment, who will be the spiritual leaders to their fellow man, people whom GOD will be able to use.

GOD said that those Elijah would find would be only 4 or 5, and I suspect the numbers are much the same today. These people DO recognize each other after a brief period of time.

Just keep doing what you are doing and leave the results to GOD.

That is how reality happens.