Polar Bear Club

So, we went to the beach; we, being 9 college-aged folks from church.

The six of us MEN decided that the best thing to do at the beach in January was to jump into the ocean.

We ran, full speed, wearing nothing but basketball shorts into the frigid water, then back to the boiling hot, 104 degree hot tub.

From there we went hot tub, pool, hot tub, pool, hot tub, ocean, pool, hot tub.

Three of us agreed (Brad, Drew and I) that it was very exhilarating and "fun," but really what we were feeling was LIFE.

For the first time, in a really, REALLY long time, I felt ALIVE. I felt the breath of life. I gasped deeply to feel my lungs, actually taking in air. I felt myself go from hyperventilating short breaths, to full-on DEEP breathing. The feeling could only be compared to nearly dying, then having a new lease on life.

This all brought me to reevaluate my relationship with God. I realized that for an exceptional amount of time, I have not drank deeply from the well of living water. I had dug my own, broken cisterns that could not hold water.

"So I'm not sure why it always flows downhill
Why broken cisterns never could stay filled
I've spent ten years singing gravity away
But the water keeps on falling from the sky

And here tonight while the stars are blacking out
With every hope and dream I've ever had in doubt
I've spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away
But the water keeps on falling from my eyes

And heaven knows, heaven knows
I tried to find a cure for the pain
Oh my Lord! To suffer like you do
It would be a lie to run away

So blood is fire pulsing through our veins
We're either writers or fools behind the reigns
I've spent ten years trying to sing it all way
But the water keeps on falling from my tries

And heaven knows, heaven knows
I tried to find a cure for the pain
Oh my Lord! To suffer like you do
It would be a lie to run away
A lie to run
It would be a lie
It would be a lie to run away

It keeps on falling
Water keeps on falling from my eyes

And heaven knows, heaven knows
I tried to find a cure for the pain
Oh my Lord! To suffer like you do
It would be a lie to run away "
--Jon Foreman