footprints musings
There is that inspirational-type story where you and Jesus are out strolling on a beach in... let's say Ecuador. At the end of your constitutional, You look back and see a variable number of footprints. Jesus says, "Dude, you weren't going solo. I was carrying you. I can't help it, My therapist says I have a matyr complex." Or something like that.
Wait. I usually remember when I am being hoisted bodily. Why am I missing time from a just completed walk? Has The Lord been slipping me a Mickey? Did He perform some miracle* and when my jaw dropped He shot a Roofie into my gaping maw with His wrist-rocket? What about the possibilty that me and He were both hopping one-legged or Saviour-boy was showing off for the ladies with a little barefoot surfing?
Most importantly, How would you like to be carried by Jesus?
I would chooose...
Chicken Fight-style, just in case we meet any other feisty dieties.
*He defeated Skeletor once and for all time.
Wait. I usually remember when I am being hoisted bodily. Why am I missing time from a just completed walk? Has The Lord been slipping me a Mickey? Did He perform some miracle* and when my jaw dropped He shot a Roofie into my gaping maw with His wrist-rocket? What about the possibilty that me and He were both hopping one-legged or Saviour-boy was showing off for the ladies with a little barefoot surfing?
Most importantly, How would you like to be carried by Jesus?
I would chooose...
Chicken Fight-style, just in case we meet any other feisty dieties.
*He defeated Skeletor once and for all time.