Ok so just for fun I wrote a short story for the op I know it isn't great and yes I am quite sure I made many grammar errors but for anyone who wants to give it a read here it is.
Title: The holy encounter at the beach
Today was a day like any other, the same routine as pretty much every day my mom wanted to go her bible study group at beach and begged me and my little sister Mia to come and join and as we always do we said no thanks and continued to play on our phones. I got yet another friend request from some random girl on face book even though I have a girlfriend her name is Sarah Walsburg she has always said she can't wait marry me so she can get rid of her dumb last name. I never thought the name Timothy Jones was anything special but I suppose it beats Walsburg.
However this morning my mom instead of making a sad face and saying ok then you two have a fun day I will be back later she turned around slowly closing the door behind her when suddenly when it was only barley cracked open she opened it suddenly and said no today you two are getting out of the house and coming with me besides you two are pale as a ghost and we live in California you need some sun. We were about to protest when she made (the look) It's a look every child knows and if you were to paint a picture it would probably be a mamma bear cliche I know but hey facts are facts right?
We didn't dare argue and grabbed our dusty bible and went to the car. Mia and I were polar opposites we literally had nothing in common- except for one thing we thought Christianity was boring and dumb. I mean sure we went to church with our mom on sunday only because we had to but it so boring that I had to day dream while pretending to pay attention just to make it through the service and the only time the word hallelujah came to mind was when the sweet relief came when we headed back to the car. I mean I'm twelve I have better things to do than to sit in a building dressed way to formal and listen about how some dead guy changed the world. But that all changed that day.
It was July 23rd the summer of 2015 the sun was scorching and the water was the same as it always was lots of people hung out either under umbrellas or were tanning and letting their kids play in the water except for my moms bible study group who had an entire tent like place of their own with several coolers and bibles. They used a really big and long fabric of some kind as a roof for their tend and my mom was so excited to see them that she nearly ran us over. As I am sure you can imagine Mia and I grudgingly dragged ourselves with a bitter expression glancing at the people who got to play and have fun while we were being prisoners.
When we got to the table we made the usual fake friendly smile and greetings and my mom and her friends all talked and chatted for a while we Mia and I just sat there giving each others the same can you kill me please? look.
finally my mom seemed to have relived her chatty needs and we all were to turn our bibles to Proverbs 31 and I remember thinking to myself the sooner we get this done the sooner I can go home however my thought was interrupted when the wind started to pick up. It started out slowly then gradually increased and my moms hat flew into my face blinding me when I heard a person shout what is that? I took my moms hat off my face and the sunny windless day had turned into windy and stormy day but not one that was scary it had glimmers of the sunlight shining through patches of the dark clouds and the wind actually was really cool and crisp on my skin relieving my dry and hot skin and I looked where everyone was pointing and shouting and I saw the water had turned into gentle flowing waves almost as if they were in rhythm with a tune we could not hear or were aware of-at least to Mia and I. My mom and the others were acting as if they were listening to a song so beautiful that they were in tears and as I squinted I saw what looked like... well don't think I'm crazy for saying this but it looked like a man was... walking on water.
The man was casually walking towards the beach on the water and the water around his feet was so different from the rest of the water, unlike the dull color of the normal water the water around his feet was a glorious shining blue I never knew water could be so beautiful, and how this man who looked like the images of Jesus in our church who casually walked towards the beach as if it was no big deal I admit was impressive and something was definitely unusual about him but this guy is obviously a magician .
Everyone rushed to him even Mia as he came to the beach with his arms open and a brilliant smile and laughter embracing all of them and taking their insanely constant and loud questions and praises like a boss. I just sat there shaking me head and remained at the table and pulled out my phone to check my facebook. This Jesus fraud spent a good time of the day speaking and teaching everyone who sat around him, sound familiar? I wasn't going to fall for it and I had no intention of going over there no matter how much I wanted to ask mom if we could please go home.
I noticed that even though he conversed with everyone he kept gazing at me, I admit this man was different and that there was something about him that I was drawn to but come on Jesus? ya right. But then suddenly he asked everyone to please wait for him and began walking towards me, so even though I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with him he just starts walking towards me and sits next to me. It was odd not because he had the guts to just simply walk up and sit next to me but it was as if there was a presence about him one that seemed familiar yet completely unknown. He started out by asking what was wrong and I told him look man I know you want to play this whole Jesus role but I ain't buying and I would love it if you would go back to your fan posse they would love to hang with you. His response was telling me that I was the one who needed him and so here he is. I scoffed and went back to phone when suddenly he embraced me in his arm, I still to this day do not understand that hug. The warmth and love and understanding that were being poured into me were beyond reason and beyond explanation. It was as if he was probing every inner wound I ever had and it was as if every experience good or bad was fully understood because he experienced them with me and I just didn't know it.
This man was no magician he was the real deal, in that hug flashed images of all i went through in life even when I scraped my knee trying to learn to ride a bike he was right there with the same knee scrape. He purposely put himself into my position, what kind of person would do that? I was in tears inside those arms embracing him back squeezing so tightly and never wanting to let go or leave those arms. but eventually he released me looking at me smiling and wiping away my tears and runny nose he gently kissed me on the forehead and began to walk away but like a little child does when their beloved parent leaves them at day care I chased after him in tears calling out his name frantically wanting nothing more than hold him and be held one more time but he turned around and said gently to me that he did what he came to do and had to go back.
I begged him to either stay or take me with him but he said that he needed me to try to stay strong and to remember that he is always with me, I remembered the flash back of my scraped knee and asked him when I would see him again and as he walked on the water in the opposite direction and without saying a word he looked at me I heard him speak in my mind seek and ye will find.
