As I am tromping across the grassy field I notice three blurry shadows. It is two guys and a girl sitting on the grass. In an act of weakness from my resolve to quit using drugs, I casually approach them and ask, “Do you have any stash?”
Almost in unison, as though being cued, they reply, “No!”
“We have something better!”
“What is that?” I ask curiously.
The woman leans forward and directly speaks to me. “We have a personal relationship with the creator of everything you see!”
I move closer and kneel with them on the grass. “Mind if I sit down?” I ask with a voice meeker than usual. “I just asked God for help, and here you are. So, would you please tell me what you seem to know?”