A spirtual rebirth leads to an artist’s rebirth in the land of 10,000 lakes
I’m sure you can find a lot of things in Zimmerman, Minnesota. You can find good schools, friendly people, and thirty below zero temperatures. I found something a little different on my visit there. I say visit but in actuality, it was a stopover. You know, one of those treks you make as you exit a highway to refuel the car and body. At first, that was what Zimmerman was to me. Just a pit stop. It became much, much more.
Who knew that a Dairy Queen would be the font for religious knowledge and fellowship. Having my burger and fries with my girlfriend and her family, I was about as far away from prayer and testimony as you could get. While in heavy contemplation about my path and career, I encountered three gentlemen. They diagnosed my angst and fear so quickly. If there was any skepticism felt by me, as these complete strangers delved into my life, it was immediately dissolved by the genuineness I felt emanating from them. I know it sounds silly and naive, but to me, it was not. They laid hands on me and prayed for my continued strength and belief in my abilities, and the Lord’s belief in them. They prayed that the Lord continue to dwell within me, and make all things possible.
A shock to the system I know. Let me be clear here: I am a spiritual being in mind and body, if not in practice. I found it amazing- to be in the presence of such wonderful people, who felt they needed to take time away from their meal to minister to a guy trying to write in a cold, cold world. From this encounter, I have determined a new pathway toward success. I am using the peace of mind granted to me by my inner strength, and divine spirit. I am using my newly renewed faith in man, and faith in general, to become a better writer, and a better advocate for my issues and beliefs.
Bless you Zimmerman, Minnesota. I hope to see you again someday. I will return a better, stronger, more devout man.