2024-03-22 10:41:42

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Together By the SeaTogether By the Sea

As the island empties in the growing darkness of autumn, my mind considers other seashores, other ages, other lives. I think about the Sea of Galilee and what it must have been like for Christ to walk beside the sea in those days. We’re told he went up into the hills to pray and perhaps to gaze at the water. When he entered a boat to preach to the crowd that pressed against him, perhaps he was already familiar with the rocking of the waves, balancing himself so he wouldn’t fall. He must have felt comfortable with fishermen, able to approach and chat with them, connecting with them enough to make several his disciples. Boats were his transportation in many instances, taking him to new preaching healing sites. It was in a boat that his power to calm a storm was displayed and from a boat he guided Peter to walk on the water. Much of Christ’s life centered on the sea and water was often used as a metaphor for his presence. As I walk beside the sea, dear Lord, help me draw close to you; help me feel your presence as those people did so long ago, and help me find your place in my life today. Amen.

Morning GloryMorning Glory

In a dune of pure white sand, a wild morning glory flourishes.  Tightly coiled bud, full blossom and spent flower—it is a perfect picture of life’s stages.  I wonder how it receives nourishment in the sand, or how it can find enough water to sustain life.  And yet it blooms happily, sending roots deep into the sand, finding somewhere within a layer of nutrients, and thriving on the few drops of moisture the morning’s dew produces.  The conditions seem so hostile, and yet the morning glory celebrates life.  What about me?  Do I send roots deep enough, do I collect the dewdrops, do I celebrate life despite the conditions in which I’m placed?  Forgive me, Lord, when I complain and whine.  Help me, like this morning glory, to send deep roots of faith and to be grateful for your gift of life.  Help me bloom with love where you have placed me. Amen.

Wedding JoyWedding Joy

  A wedding party drove past our house this afternoon, with horns blaring, a car decorated, and happy shouts of laughter I could hear from my porch chair.  I found myself smiling, as most do when they see a wedding party.  Many couples choose the beach as a locale for their weddings, so seeing this event is nothing new.  I wonder if we smile because we recognize the courage required at beginning a shared life?  Do we wish the couple, unknown and unnamed, the elusive happiness we all seek?  Do we appreciate the innocence of making promises that are forever?  Why can’t we wish one another that happiness every day in every situation? Tomorrow when I walk on the beach I will try to see each person I meet as half of a newly married couple.  I will smile and wish them well, whether aloud or silently to myself.  Please, dear Father, help me to wish happiness for those whom I meet simply because they are your loving creations.