The day I didn’t find Jesus

So, there I was, having been up for days, tired and dead on my feet, stumbling through the woods. I came upon a preacher dunking people under the water of the raging river. As I was watching as I walked I stumbled and fell in.

Coughing and spluttering I ended up at the feet of the preacher where he was standing up to his waist in the water.

The preacher grabbed me with a very steady hand and asked, “Are you ready to find Jesus?”

In a bit of a panic, aware that time was probably running out, I shouted, “Yes I am!”.

With that he dunked me into the water.

As quick as he pushed me under, he pulled me back out.

“Brother, have you found Jesus?” he asked loudly.

A bit exasperated I replied, “No, I haven’t found Jesus!”

The preacher, shocked at my answer, dunked me again but held me down for a little longer.

He again pulled me out of the water and asked, “Have you found Jesus, my brother?”

Much more exasperated I replied, “No, I definitely haven’t found Jesus!”

Looking at his wits end the preacher dunked me under again.

This time he held me down for about 30 seconds, and when I began kicking my arms and legs about, he pulled me up again.

“For the love of God, have you found Jesus?” he asked with tears in his eyes.

I staggered upright, wiped my eyes, emptied my ears, coughed up a bit of water, caught my breath, and said to the preacher,

“Are you sure this is where he fell in?”