Faith as a Straw Full of Water

Being of the doubting variety myself, I expect things to not work out as they seem they are going to. Last night, however, I doubted and, last night, I was reprimanded for it.

Last night I went out to dinner with a "friend". A "friend" whom I've come to expect only innocent things from. This "friend" posed a question and I quickly declined to answer. Though prodded, and pleaded with, I adamantly refused so other measures had to be resorted to.

After one last feeble "come on", violence ensued. The ultimatum was, "answer the question or I'm going to spit water all over you!" This was followed by a picking up of the straw, filling it with water, and aiming.

Having heard no such threat for perhaps the last 9 years of my life, and never having seen it carried out I chucked and said again, "no".

She smiled and insured me of my fate once more if I remained stubborn. My ironic last words were, "NO! And there isn't even water in that." Last night, I doubted; last night, I was drenched.

Sitting in this not-so-low-scale restaurant with now a not-so-dry-shirt I did all I could do, laugh. Apparently she really wanted to know.

Moral of the Story: If faith as a mustard seed hasn't resulted in me after this occurrence, faith as a straw full of water certainly has!