For too long he was just going with the flow.
He went to school and kept up with the effort of those in his class, because he was going with the flow. The boys were playing football, so he joined in because he was going with the flow. He joined the lads as they looked at the pictures and videos of the young women in suggestive poses, because he was going with the flow.
He went with his family to the church and got into the youth activities, because he was just going with the flow. Some of his mates in the youth group were doing that baptism thing, so he thought it would be worth doing that, he knew what to say and that. He didn’t want to be left out, he was just going with the flow.
School ended and he was bright enough to go to university, so he opted for one to get a degree thinking it was the best way to get the job, money and social status that his peers would respect. He did that as he going with the flow. He joined in with the capers at university from the drinking games to the weekends away with the crew. He wasn’t the life and soul of the party, but he wasn’t going to be left out. He would stay right there in keeping with the flow.
He graduated from university with a decent grade and sure enough was able to jump on the corporate gravy train. Suited and booted, ready to fit in with the go-getters, the high-achievers, those who really make it in life.
Then the crash came.
And when it came, he didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t as simple as going with the flow, because he didn’t know which way to flow.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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