A mighty rising impasse treads on as drops of water conform into one giant serpent slithering along the vast land. Glints of silver can be seen fighting this stubborn serpent, defying the rivers will. I, Nate, am one of these salmon. The salmon spends a lot of their life fighting the current. I as a Christian am doing the same. I am fighting the rushing rapids of our culture as It seeks to devour my destiny and direct me with all the other life in the river. I may align myself with the salmon, but I recognize that I am barley worthy to wear such a title. Sometimes I feel as if I am facing the current, but not necessarily fighting it. Fish perhaps watch my defiance, but pass with belittling thoughts. Other times I find myself drifting with the current: resting and loosing ground in the process. Lord, I pray you make the current of our culture noticeable for all, and that you would raise men with the leave to fight the lack pf purity, the increase in immorality, the rise of homosexual sin, and the pride of prosperity. To stand as a sign against fake tolerance, and surface acceptance, may I be of those men whom life goes against the grain. Amen.