Walking on Water
Posted on 04 September 2008 by Michael Callaway
Now this story that I am about to tell is 100% true, no lie here. I grew up in fairly conservative religious home so faith had always been a part of my life. One summer when I was 14 or 15 my sister and I went to Guatemala to visit our grandparents and other family that we have down there. My grandmother’s home is very large and in her back yard there is a pool.
One Sunday during that summer we went to the Union Church where my grandparents go and the sermon was about Jesus walking on the water and how Peter was able to do the same. Now, maybe the pastor was saying something different then what I heard, perhaps he was talking about walking on the waters of life or something like that. Anyway, what I heard was that if you had enough faith then you would be able to do the same.
Later that afternoon while swimming in the back yard I really started to think about those words, about having faith and about walking on the water. I thought to myself, I do believe, in fact I not only believe, I know that it is possible. I got out of the pool and went to put my new faith to the test.
As I was about to step on to the water a thought hit me, I am in a swimming suit and I am already wet. That is not faith. If I step on to this water and nothing happens it is just the same as if I jumped into a pool like a kid would normally do. No, no, no, if I really had faith I would go back into the house, dry up, put my clothes back on and then step out on to the pool.
So that is what I did, I went back in, dried myself off, combed my hair, put on my best pants and favorite shirt and tied my shoes. Now if I stepped on the water I was risking something, this was faith in action. I was ready to meet my destiny and with that I went back to the pool.
I was alone at the time so you will just have to trust that the words that I am about to say are true. While it might be hard to believe the miracle of the Guatemalan pool I swear to you that the events that I shall describe next are an accurate account of what really happened.
I stood there all dressed in my Sunday best amazed at how much faith a lad such as myself could have. While there were better people in the world no doubt then me, I was sure that none of them had tried to do what I was about to do. I stood there with the confidence of a king surrounded by his best troops and boldly stepped out on to the water.
When I stepped on to the water, I said WHEN I STEPPED ON TO THE WATER!!! Something truly remarkable happened, I sank like rock. And because I stepped out as if I were stepping on to dry land and not as if I were stepping on to a pool I did not go straight down but did a face flop right into the pool.
Now I had to explain myself, why was I all wet and wearing my best clothes and shoes? Let me tell you, just in case you are wondering; there is no good way to explain why you came into the house wearing a swimming suit, went back out not wearing one and then came back in all sloppy wet. I do not remember the exact excuse that I used but I do remember it was lame.
Needless to say I learned something about faith that day, while it is good to have the faith to be able to step out into the unknown, it is extremely dumb to have faith to be able to step out into the known and think that the unknown will some how magically happen.
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