Anyone who knows me… knows that I love Swedish Fish. They are so good! Anyway, while I was in the prayer room tonight chewing on some Swedish Fish, I wrote this:
I’m sitting here staring at a pile of rapidly diminishing Swedish Fish. I remember what a friend of mine used to say all the time � “Only dead fish swim with the current.” And as I sit here thinking about what it is that we are doing here, I am so glad that I am not among a bunch of dead fish, but with a school of fish that are filled with the same focus and desire as I have � struggling against the current of mainstream apathy and the status quo � passionate, going against the grain, swimming upstream, hard as it is, pressing in, pushing forward. God, I don’t want to be a dead fish, floating along midlessly and numb to the reality surrounding me. Breathe your life into me and let me live for you. I want to pursue the hard course, the tough race upstream.
All that from a Swedish Fish.
You know, I thought I was weid when I first got back home in Indiana and I got a whole profound word from just looking out the car window into a feild of cows that were bathing in the mud. Funny how that works isn’t it!
Anyway, I would have to agree that, I am glad I am not a fish too.