Waiting for the water to stir. I suppose that could describe me in the past few years. I was not physically crippled lying beside a pool, but I seemed to be in a spiritual holding pattern, waiting, and I felt like that man lying next to the pool, waiting for the water to stir. Each time I beseeched the Lord to release me from the United Methodist Church denomination, his answer was: "Wait." I waited, and waited, and waited for the water to stir. And...