Breathlessly the man explained, "There's a boy in the lake! He is drowning!"
We both rushed out of the house. The lake was only a short way off. I knew the lake well. It was a place my parents and I visited often when I was a child. I had spent many summers swimming there. I had not been there since the incident. I was 11 years old then.
When we got there I could see someone laying under the water on the bottom just a little pass the shore. I jumped in quickly pulling the boy from the lake. He was limp in my arms. There was no life in him. I ran to the house. When I got there my father came out to meet me. He looked furious.
"Put the boy back in the lake!", he demanded.
"Why!" I was confused.
Suddenly the boy in my arms began to twitch. My father became more adamant, "Put him back in the lake before he comes back to life!"
"But, why! He needs our help!" The boy started to groan and jerk. Suddenly I realized what my father was trying to tell me. I was horrified. I didn't recognize the boy at first. This was me! This was me when I was 11 years old. This was me before the incident at the lake. I must hurry. There is no time to spare. If he fully awakes and opens his eyes there will be no turning back. I must take the boy back to the lake and make sure he is dead.
Conclusion: This is an adaption from a dream I had almost 20 years ago. When we are baptized in Christ, the old man is dead, we should never go back to our old self to revive it. We are now new creations restored to God, made for His purposes. Do not dabble with the things you have left behind otherwise you might awaken the old man and the rebellion of that nature will be reborn greater than it was previously.
