The “diarrhea gun”. That is what these young cowboys and warriors are calling it. I love poop humor. Poop humor is so necessary when you can’t tell by the sound if the guy next to you is pooping or peeing. When you sit on the bowl, because there is no seat, and your legs have given out from trying to hover. When a man can’t build a proper nest for his butt because we are trying to save on the toilet paper.
Sunday night, or early monday morning, I woke up with a panic. It felt like something had kicked me in the butt. Literally. I think my sphincter was cramping. My colon was wrapped in barbed wire. I got up as quickly as I could, without risking an ‘accident’, and found my headlamp. I went in and quickly built a passable nest and let it out in 10 second bursts. Then the sweats and chills, and another burst. I realized this would take a while, so I shut off my head lamp. I was almost asleep on the pot (wouldn’t be the first time) when I heard footsteps. Someone was joining me! He sounded about the same, and we started giggling. I had the giggles in there until I couldn’t feel my feet!
The rest of the day on Monday, I would have the squirts about every hour, and started to feel really weak. We made it through the morning sessions, and took a nap in the afternoon. At night Gary Black spoke. I have never heard people speak like this. It is not like anyone on TV, not for show. It is also nota nicely prepared 3 point sermon. These guys talk about what God is doing around the world, what God has done through them. What they have dealt with in the spiritual world, meaning DEMONS(!) and what it means to walk in the authority that we have been designed for from the beginning. The authority that we have been given because of Jesus.
We talk about spiritual gifts, the tools God uses to build his church.
I will talk about this more later, but during this time, Gary pointed at me and said I had the gift of pastoring, that that is what I am called to (see smokin’ crack). He put his hand on my head and prayed, other people also prayed, for Linnea also. So much stuff was said that I will share later.
The whole point of this is, after that prayer, my diarrhea was gone, and I was better. I was strong. I made it through the night without a giggle session in the bathroom. Although that was fun, I would prefer to keep those times as simple highlights in the journey, not regular occurences.
So that’s pretty cool huh?
