Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Black Creek


As we all grew into our mid teens we started to experience new and exciting things. Looking back now I guess you could call it life but for us it was not just life but an adventure. Everyday was a new adventure for us, especially in the summer. As I have said before, the summer always brought new adventures and with it came some of the greatest memories of all times. This is one of those memories.

It was sure hot that day, hotter than I had ever been before. This summer was one of the hottest on record. The lake being shallow was like a warm tub, we couldn't escape the heat that summer so we headed down to bella coola.

Bella Coola the name of the road that took us to the back side of the lake, there your would find these creeks that flowed into the lake, the creeks never seem to move, the water just stood still.

The water was so dark and the unknowns were real. It's funny looking back now, the snakes and alligators never seem to bother us. We just tried to make sure they knew we were there.

Black Creek, was our destination. The water was cool, black and deep. There was just enough room to pull your car over in tall grass before getting to the bridge. The silver guard rail on the bridge was flatten by some that went before us, their names were carved into the thick painted surface, ours were to by now. We had earned our right to put our names on that rail. Anyone who would swim there really had the honor.

At anytime there may be two or twenty of us swimming at that hole. One thing was for sure, if we were first on the scene we always picked up a large rock and threw it in. This was to announce our arrival to the snakes and alligators. The first one in was pretty much a dare thing, "you go first, no you go, no you go". Once we saw that person make it to shore with all their limbs we figured it was clear.

One game we loved to play was "under water tag". The water was so dark you couldn't see anything once you went under a foot or two. To get tagged you had to be under water, the rules were the name of the game. I would always shoot for the bottom, grabbing a log or something that was sticking up from the bottom. I would just sit there in the dark water, wondering sometimes what was near me. Every now and then something would tickle my leg or back and I would swim the top of the water, running up the shore to the top of the bridge screaming "snake!!alligator! We all would clear out and jump in again, laughing so hard sometimes we would lose our breath.

One thing about black creek, it brought out the best in you. You may ask how's that? How can you be so stupid, one to swim where you know the snakes and alligators live, two the unknown of the bottom and three the darkness of the water. Well, to tell you the truth this is life.

We live with the snakes and alligators of life every day, we live in the unknown of what's next and as for the darkness, if you know Jesus Christ, there is never darkness. As with black creek, there may be dark times but some day you will surface to the top victorious. You will surface screaming "I made it! I made it! I made it! You will live to tell others your story of the black creek you swam in.

One more thing about black creek that I need to mention, it's really quite and lonely in the darkness. When you're under the water about ten feet down, there is nothing but stillness, no sound, no light, no hope of being found, it's so lonely in the darkness. So the question to you is "are you in black creek?

If you are, there is always hope! Hope in Jesus Christ, don't let Satan keep you under that deep dark water, it will kill you, that what he wants to do!

1 Timothy 1:15-19 Here's a word you can take to heart and depend on: Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners. I'm proof—Public Sinner Number One—of someone who could never have made it apart from sheer mercy. And now he shows me off—evidence of his endless patience—to those who are right on the edge of trusting him forever.
NOW! Fight to swim to the top, fight to get up that hill, fight to get back on that bridge and jump for joy when you reach the top, thank God for His mercy, by His grace we will make it, by His mercy we will stand and get ready for another amazing adventure.
George Beasley

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