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?”