For all of you who love box's of Chocolates and being in the Shrimping Business this is the place for you.

“One day it started raining, and it didn’t quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin’ rain… and big ol’ fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath. Shoot, it even rained at night…” -Forrest

Today I start with this sermon asking, who are we?
Are we merely just wandering souls with our destiny pre-written?
With no control over what we become?
Then how do a group of us become what we are, a cult of lovers of the man known as Gump.
No.
I can't believe that this is just some sort of luck that Gump came into all our lives.
It's a choice to give your soul to Gump and when the rain comes, we are willing to accept it into our lives, however it may come, as we are a strong, unified, collection of people. We love our lord and saviour Gump and will never forget what he has done for us, given us hope when the rain stings, comes in sideways, comes straight up underneath or even at night. For we always love and respect our Gump.

To The Mama
To The Shrimping Business
To The Holy Gump
Amen.