He stood once more as he had stood a thousand times before, facing the church lawn. The stuff grew fast and was especiallially "ornery" in certain places. But he had checked his equipment and had documented his supplies which meant that he had his bug repellant and a good strong cup of coffee perched on the bumper of the church van.
So he "shoved off". He kept his eye skyward making note of the position of the sun. He watched every cloud for the approach of a squall, better known as a late morning thunder shower.
All good Captains need to know what the weather might be prepared to do. You never want to let your supplies get dilluted. Which means "If YOU want to drink coffee with rain in it, O.K. but I'M watching that nasty little black cloud over there".
And so he set sail on the river.
As he sailed, he thought about what had brought him here. He wasn't a sailor by nature. No...He was a warrior. He was in the Lord's Army.
In his younger days he had raged against the forces. He had preached and knocked doors and done Bible studies.
It just wasn't IN him anymore.
But HERE on the river of grass, he could see the results of his work.
Carefully piloting around a submerged rock, he tightly carved out a tricky stump in the murky shallows and headed for higher waters. He plowed through the swells, confident in his abilities.
At the inlet, better known as the back of the church, his two friends, (two mexican chihuaha's whom he had ostensibly named "Ernesto" and "Hernandez") came to greet him as he pulled into port. They were landlubbers but he didn't hold it against them because they always licked his fingers. They just seemed happy to see him return from his weekly voyage.
He pulled into port, checked his gear and reported to his senior. "All Secure Sir".
Then he rode off on his bicycle to his home, where he sat in the sun and played with his own dog.
There are a THOUSAND rivers to be crosseed.
There is Preaching and Door Knocking and Bible Studying and Youth Seminars and Old Folks Home Visitation and Prison Ministry. And YES...
There's the guy who sets sail on YOUR church lawn every week.
Go shake his hand. Salute him as he sets sail on the river.
He's a worker for the Lord.
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