When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs

angements to go with him soon to visit his friend.
As I searched my desk for his business card, the
phone rang. Of course, it was Gideon. “I see that you’re ready
to go to the Big City,” he said. “I’ll meet you in your parking
lot at nine-thirty tomorrow morning.” Without waiting for a reply,
he hung up.
At nine-thirty the next morning, I was walking toward
my car in the parking lot when I spotted him. He was standing
at attention near my car, waiting for me. Few things surprised
me about this man these days. “Good morning, Gideon. Ready
to go?” I asked.
“Sure, let's go. I’m positive you’ll have a fine morning,
John,” he replied.
As we drove out of the parking lot, I jokingly asked,
“Why do we have to use a car, Gideon? I mean, you’re able
to traverse space and time. Let’s do it the easy way. Let’s arrive
in the Big City instantaneously and avoid all the traffic.”
Those dark, piercing eyes narrowed as he answered.
“I’ll tell you a story.”
“Once upon a time in the ancient land of Bharat, there
lived a Guru and his bramcharyas or, as you would call them,
disciples. Each disciple was supposed to pick as his test a very
difficult task to perform. He was to work exceedingly hard for
several years to perfect himself in the task that he, himself,
had set. There was this one disciple, somewhat brighter than
the others yet, so very shy and timid.
“‘And what task have you set for yourself, my son?’
asked the kindly Guru.
“‘Master,’ answered the disciple, ‘I want to be able to
walk on water. I will practice until I’m able to do it. To walk on
water — that is my goal.’
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