Don’t Push Me Under
You know what?
I am not crazy.
I have a conscience.
So what. There is nothing wrong with that.
I am concerned about my standing with God.
I am concerned about how I will answer on judgement day.
I try to be a good father.
I try to be a good son.
I try to be a good husband.
Is that crazy?
Yes, I have doubts.
The bible tells us to verify the truth.
We are encouraged to test things we are told
I did. I checked what I was taught.
Things don’t add up.
Is my math wrong? Why won’t anyone check my homework?
Others refuse to look, they are afraid of what they will see.
Like a flock of storks with heads in the sand.
Ignoring problems does not make them go away.
Which is truth? How do we tell?
It is simple. The bible should be the yardstick.
If man disagrees with God. Pick your side.
I choose God.
If that means I am crazy. So be it.
If that means I am to be shunned. Then shun me.
If I am wrong, please pray for me.
If I am wrong, show me my error.
I feel like I am drowning.
I am looking up at the dock.
Pleading for a life ring, a rope a hand anything.
No one wants to help.
Tsk tsk, they whisper. “he shouldn’t have got near the water”
“Oh yes that’s too bad”
“Look! he keeps popping up to the top.” –says one
“Maybe he can make it on his own” – chimes in someone else
I know I am not getting wet, that’s for sure. – everyone agrees
“I warned him!” –says another
Sit on the dock.
Wait for help to arrive.
Have a picnic.
Check the weather report.
But, if you can’t help me.
Please, don’t push me under.