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Topic: Like a Fish Out of Water (10/24/13)
TITLE: No Air
By Cheryl Urek
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It squirmed and twisted and thumped its tail on the jetty. I looked into its glazed eye. The fish out of its home the sea would soon be dead. Dad picked it up off the jetty and placed it in the bucket with our one other catch.
‘Not a bad size.’ Dad seemed impressed.
I watched the fish – wasn’t long before it stopped its writhing. It was dead.
Many years after I stopped fishing with dad I went to work as an English language teacher in the most foreign, weirdest county I could think of.
I read my bible every night and I pray – I talk to God all the time. But there’s a big thing missing. A Christian friend – or any sort of Christian. Any Christian at all. There’s no church to go to, no one to pray with, no bible study group, no one to talk with. I feel closed in, like I’m suffocating. It’s sending me to be depressed for no reason.
No one can even understand it if I mention that I’m a Christian. I don’t bother anymore, I keep it to myself. I feel oppressed though I don’t need to be. Are there any other Christians anywhere in this whole country? Surely there must be someone. Or do they feel like me to? Too scared to say anything they stay at home. Or there’s no one anywhere that understands them? They fellowship with Jesus but otherwise by themselves.
It’s like I’m being crushed spiritually. There’s a weird, heavy negative spiritual feeling over this country. I don’t understand it.
All I know is that I’m dying. My air has gone.
Please father God if there are any Christians in this country at all please let me meet them. Let them bring air to me again.
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