I was just thinking about ...
The
Waves just keep coming, splash and silence, splash and silence. Their cadence
continues, on and on, always the same. It’s easy to get lost in thought
sitting at the edge of
No, Kim
is still taking pictures of that crazy seagull. Perhaps I’ll continue my
silent vigil over the water and enjoy where I’m at. The rhythm of the waves
beckons the lyrics of a lullaby with its soothing calmness that eases tensions
and washes worries far away. I recall the first time I stepped up to the edge.
Facing west, I strained to catch a glimpse of the impossible; the
As I
ponder this, a sense of pity flows over me for those hopelessly obsessed with
trying to catch a glimpse of Heaven, or of God. You know the type, always
praying for Jesus to come quickly, always bemoaning the state of our communities
and/or world, always comparing the beauty of Heaven to the cesspool on Earth.
Nothing here is ever good or worthwhile; we have to wait till we all get to
heaven to see real beauty. Sorry, but I don’t agree.
There is
the story of a wise old man who sat outside the gates of a city. A traveler came
up and asked, “What are the people like in your city?” “What are they like
where you came from?” the old man asked. “They were hateful and mean, a
rotten people,” he replied. The old man suggested, “Better move along then,
all you’ll find here are the same.” A second traveler approached the old man
to ask him about the city. The traveler was then asked the same question as the
prior traveler about the people in the last town he came from. “Oh, they were
friendly and helpful.” “Then go on in,” the old man said, for you’ll
find the same here.”
I see
plenty of beauty right here on Earth. But you have to look for it. Granted, we
are a fallen people and have messed up things here and there. But there is
enough of God’s perfect creation left to leave you speechless when you catch
the vision. Look for beauty and you’ll find it, look for ugliness and you’ll
find that also. Which would you rather look at, the rotting carcass of a large
fish washed ashore, or the elegance of a seagull skipping along the waves of a
crystal blue lake. You make the choice. Hey, gotta go before I get sunburned.
Oops, too late.