"My Whole life I've gone to church until one day...I stopped! Waking up that day my body wasn't in it nor was my mind so when my mom called me downstairs asking if I wanted to go with her to church I said no. Asking why; I answered with, 'I can't believe it either but I don't want to go. After saying that I instantly regretted it but was too weak spiritually to change my answer.
Fellowship! Do you have to be physically in the same place to share in bond with someone else? I propose you don't. All you need is to have them in your heart and prayers. Haa! I don't even like my proposed idea. I'm not big on the spiritual mind connection world but I do know this world and that if you're meeting with someone in real life you want to sit in a safe breathable good air quality place and that was my mission.
For weeks I scowered pond after pond but all of them had blemishes. There were four however that stood out amongst the rest so these I wanted to show to my dad. Having mustered up my courage after reassuring myself a few times; I was ready.
"Dad," I said, tapping him on his shoulder.
Nothing! He didn't even turn around. He stopped for a second; looked up and then kept walking forwards. I had to yet again go to the only person that he would listen to.
"Mom, I said, tapping her on her shoulder.
She woke with a startle and I tried my hardest to keep back a laugh. One thing I could always count on was the fact that my mom was scared easily.
"Where's dad?"
"You will find him in his most favorite place," she muffled while she was still asleep.
Oh No!
"We gather here on this blessed day to talk about the universal substance we all know and love so well. As we all know; our pond is slowly drying up and has become unsafe to drink but today let me tell you of the water that is everlasting and the water that you will never thirst again. Turn with me to John 4:4-5
'Now He had to go through Samaria to continue His journey So He came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob's well was there and Jesus, tired as He was from the journey; sat down by the well at noon. Then a Samaritan woman came to draw water and Jesus said to her, "Will you give me a drink?"
The Samritan woman said to him, "Sir, you are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink? (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.")
"Jesus answered her, " If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked Him and He would have given you living water."
"Sir," the woman said. "You have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?"
"Jesus answered, 'Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life."
The woman said to Him, "Sir, give me this water so that I won't get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water."
Slowly I rose from my seat in the back and was making my way to the door as fast I could but out of the corner of my eye I saw him.
"Now let me open the mic for any testimonies or if God has laid anything on your heart. Before I hand it off I have something to…..Hopper! I thought that was you back there. Is there anything you would like to talk about?"
All eyes turned to me and I was trapped. Physically I could move but my stomach was twisted up so much inside I don't think I knew what walking was. There I was, back in church after a long time being away. I wanted fellowship and I was about to receive the full package of it with all of the town watching. You talk about butterflies, Croak. That day I had a raging dragon in my stomach trying to kick his cage open.