Below is a poor quality photo of a guy I watched while I was at Bodega Bay last week (my iPhone 3G doesn’t do telephoto very well).
What struck me about this guy was not his boat, though it was pretty cool even if you can’t tell by the picture. What got my attention was that he loaded up with supplies, pulled away from his slip, went about 100 yards out into the bay, and dropped anchor. Never went anywhere else for three days!
I guess if you were just looking for a nice quiet relaxing getaway with gentle rolling waters to rock you to sleep, then this guy had it nailed! The thing that got me was, having this really nice sloop, equiped to handle just about anything the relatively mild summer seas along the northern California coast might hurl at you, and yet using it as a glorified waterbed. Might be hard to tell from my awesome photo but this was a serious sail boat. This guy had all the tools and chose to use them as toys.
tragically, we are often like this spongy sailor guy: God gave us all the tools we need to set sail in the roughest of life’s seas, enabling us to circumnavigate any storm of evil that might get in the way of doing His will, and yet we prefer the cozy cove of His love, lounging in our faith.
One day he and his disciples got in a boat. “Let’s cross the lake,” he said. And off they went. It was smooth sailing, and he fell asleep. A terrific storm came up suddenly on the lake. Water poured in, and they were about to capsize. They woke Jesus: “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!” Getting to his feet, he told the wind, “Silence!” and the waves, “Quiet down!” They did it. The lake became smooth as glass. Then he said to his disciples, “Why can’t you trust me?” They were in absolute awe, staggered and stammering, “Who is this, anyway? He calls out to the winds and sea, and they do what he tells them!” Luke 8:22-24 The Message
I’m trying to have enough faith that this same Jesus gave me the tools I need to face the storms in my life. I’ve too often assumed that they were toys for my entertainment and comfort and not seen their value for building the life He wants for me. Oh, I’ve faced my share of rough seas, but mostly I’ve been safely anchored in the cove.
Watching ‘puffy the sailor man’, I realized, that though tranquil, his odyssey was not what I would consider exciting. If I had the opportunity to hit the coast in his boat, I’d risk the swells and treasure the spray in my face, telling my stories of triumph over the elements to my grandchildren some day.
What kind of stories will you tell?
Pressing on toward the goal . . .