I took a ride on the floating vessel. Yet not my body but my mind.
The ticket to ride was not purchased by any thing I owned. It was given to me by reason of things that are true. To whom does the truth belong?
I did not board from a dock made by man’s hands. But I was transported by holy understanding to the deck of a holy ship.
In the light of a holy night, I was bid to look out across the waves. The movement of which was like three foot swells.
The color of the water was similar to a silt filled pond. And from the water came a murmuring, like the sound of many men speaking.
A splashing could be heard to my left. It was like the sound of a man swimming frantically.
An amazing sight gripped me as I looked to see. Holy…
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