I once asked a Lutheran for a cup of water. The Lutheran said that there were children there. I asked for a cup. The Lutheran said that there were children there. The Lutheran was standing in front of the water fountain.
I once was thirsty but never got a chance to ask the Baptist’s for some water. My history with them wasn’t good. Their building was a trap and it wouldn’t be easy to “just get some water”. I found it easier to engage them in tomfoolery and cross town car chases.
I once knocked on a Satanist’s door, not knowing what would happen to a Christian. The Satanist asked me if I wanted something to drink. The weather was nice and I was offered a few wonderful libations. I was holding off on the hard stuff. We both enjoyed the water.
The irony is that I was thankful for all of these situations. The Lutheran taught me that I wanted to find a way to quench the thirst of those among me. The Baptist taught me that my guest should always know where the door is, and I don’t want to give them a reason to engage in high speed tomfoolery. The Satanist taught me to offer someone water before they got thirsty.
(Thank you for being in our lives. I want you to make 2021 a better year. In spite of life’s challenges, love as best as you can).
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