Forcible Right Words

You know the feeling don't you? When the force of nature descends upon you and potty sausage holds your bowels hostage in a public place. Fewer things can make the human body break out sweat like this siege. And you are inches away from running mad. All fades away, all. Food, chit-chat, whatever. There is but one goal in your mind: Make this shit history! You enter the first rest room you can find and by intuition you can tell if someone is in a cubicle or not. Rats and tatters! You perceive someone is in there, yet driven by a frenzy that you cannot control, you approach the cubicle and still knock. Stop. Why?  Why do we still knock? Even if the person said 'Yes?', It would never mean for us to come in. But we still knock anyway. Hoping against hope. And we would knock on every cubicle until we see that empty, inviting closet and finally answer the call of nature. And you know the best part.... When you shed those tears of joy. Pure joy.  When the creator made us, the firs...

I first met her at a vigil - a teenager's vigil. It was not the typical vigil where we prayed for Holy Ghost to fall on us for the power to fulfill destiny or for the Host of Heaven to deliver us from every battle of witchcraft or something. It was more like a 'teens nite out' where we discussed issues that were prevalent among the adolescents - self esteem, relationships and sexual purity. The church was packed full with teenagers and youths. Many of them had invited someone. I knew my teens by heart and I could tell the ones that were first timers. The program was lively and they were very participative in the various sessions we had. I shook my head at some point, wondering if the teenagers would last this long awake if it was a typical prayer vigil. At 3 am, because of 'love talk,' their eyes were still bright like torches with charged batteries... Teenagers. I couldn't judge them, I was no exemption myself, my spiritual life fluctuated badly when I...