“All Scripture is God-breathed,” (2 Timothy 3:16 NIV).
“Let’s go scuba diving!” a friend exclaimed one hot summer day.
“That sounds great,” I said. “But I don’t know how.”
“Just leave it to me,” he said.
I was 17 when I decided to go scuba diving with some friends. I had no training and should not have been in deep water, but I was young and threw caution to the wind. The friend who took me below the surface of the deep strapped an oxygen tank on his back, a mask on his face, and flippers on his feet. I only had a mask and flippers.
“Where’s my oxygen?” I asked.
“I have it,” he answered as he patted the tank on his back. “What we’re going to do is jump into the water. I’m going to take a breath through the mouthpiece and then pass it to you. You’ll take a breath and pass it back to me. It’s called buddy breathing.”
