Home Group

[3legacy]

A recovering alcoholic is shipwrecked miles out to sea. He winds up
on an uncharted, deserted island and has to make the best of it. Five
years later, he finally spots a ship out on the horizon and stokes up
his bonfire to get its attention.

The captain of the ship, another recovering alcoholic, sees the fire
and immediately changes course towards the island. Meanwhile, he
grabs his binoculars and studies the situation. He sees a guy waving
and running frantically up and down the beach, beard hanging down to
his knees, and he also spots three small structures at the edge of
the trees. The castaway is rescued, taken below, and is given a meal
and some time to rest, and is sent up to see the captain.

"So, are you glad to be rescued?"

"Oh, yeah, you bet. I've been praying for years for somebody to come
along."

"How long were you on the island?"

"Five looooong years! !"

"All by yourself?"

"Yes. All alone for five long years."

"Well," observes the captain, "It looks like you didn't do too badly
for yourself. I saw three huts on the island. Did you build them?"

"Oh, yes!" the Castaway responds proudly. "I built them with my own
two hands! See the one on the right? That was my house, my home.
That's where I lived! And the one on the left, that's my home group!"

"Your home group? You're by yourself for five years and you built
yourself a home group! That's fantastic! What a strong statement of
faith and dedication to your program! I'm proud of you! What a
testimony of experience, strength and hope! But what about the hut
in the middle?"

"Oh," the Castaway frowns, "That's my old home group; I didn't like
the way they ran things."

Thanks to Robert C. and Beth H. for today's AWSI

[Hadenuff]

thanks for the laugh
H