There was a preacher that lived in a town named Anias. Somewhere in Mississippi, I'm told. He said he was having a revelation about finding God and he went around town clearly stating so. I think he committed suicide if I remember the correct story around town, after shutting himself up in a hotel room filled with beer bottles. Drank himself somewhere bad I guess? I don't know the whole story and my memory is terrible anyway. Some days. I remember the oddest details and often forget the simple, "obvious" things.
When I heard the story and thought about how much I talked about God I thought, and I think I stated, "That's not me. Something must have happened to him along the way for him to give up like that. Didn't things change for him? Wasn't he doing something right?" I think we're the only ones that mess up - Jesus is just watching and waiting for us.
So this is a story about a man they called Antbrother who lived in a town called Anias. Talk about a fish out of water, a real Connecticut yankee in King Arthur's court... comes to mind. It may not have any, um .... yeah! ~ She's Home!
