Those who know me well enough know that I like to talk cryptically. This one isn't too hard to crack though.
He waved and walked off. Church was over for today.
His thoughts wandered of to a not-too-distant past. When he had been close to God. When had that been? Ah yes, the camp. The camp was over. Yeah. But God had been there all right.
He had went down to the altar. Cried. Been touched by God. Filled with the Spirit. Good times. Once a year. Worthy to be savoured and recalled.
When was the last time he had talked with God? This morning. Sunday morning. Before he went to church. C'mon. When was the last time he had REALLY talked to God? The last time was during the camp...
That's how it always was. God appeared during camps. God wouldn't appear during normal church. God never did show up. It was simple enough. Just go to your service, and listen. Smile.
Didn't matter if he hadn't really talked to God. Could catch up next year during camp anyway.
That was how he had lived the last few years anyway. Every year he came before God, tears running down cheeks. Once a year. Or when he attended two camps, twice a year.
A disturbing thought jolted him. What would happen after he grew out of camps? Then how on earth would he still be able to FEEL God? After all, it was all about FEELING God and His power. FEELING God was... cool.
What would happen after he grew out of these camps?
Why, yes. Join an adult camp of course.
With that his mind was set at ease. But something still tugged at his heart.
Talk with God now?
Ah, some other day, God.
LAN was more important for now. What did that verse say? Right. God wants us to be happy. Yeah. Which part of the bible... hmmmmmm. Ah. Didn't matter. Maybe it wasn't in the bible. But it made perfect sense. God wants us to be happy.
God wants us to be happy. God is happy when we are happy.