Our dock juts out into the bay, and when we pull up a rope that holds a float, I find it covered with barnacles. I’m always surprised at how quickly they accumulate, these tenacious creatures who cement themselves to a foundation they’ve deemed sturdy. The rope isn’t sturdy, of course, and so they’re pulled out of the water, left to dry in the sun’s heat. Other barnacles, those who’ve adhered themselves to the dock supports, have a firmer foundation and will spend their lives in safety. Like the barnacle who selects a slippery and unsafe home, I am sometimes tempted to fasten my faith to an unsuitable base. Please Lord help me hold tightly to you, my safe harbor and rock of all ages. Amen.