IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!
I was by the ocean once.
I feared it once. I still do.
I could hear its distant sound as we drove miles away towards its bed.
It had its voice. It refused not to be heard. Its language, no matter how vague it was, commanded the arrest of all creatures. If I were so bold enough to put words to its eloquence I’d say, “Hear me- a defiant of all boundaries; a crash of mighty thunders. Indeed I, must be heard.”
18 yrs later. Fully grown and masked with unequalled depth, God leads me back to my fear. The torture of my soul. The echo that chills my bones.
He laid me down in green pastures once. It was time to walk the waters.
Peter had the courage to take a few steps on the tremulous sea. Yet, my soul, how decadent it is, drowned in the sands.
GO.
It was a command. My sufficiency-the precious Holy Spirit of grace-ushered on.
I could have sworn I saw, in the distance, the Leviathan rise and submerge.
Sea creatures crawled out in flight of such terror.
“Why must I go?” My soul asked God.
LOOK UNTO ME.
‘TIS BURDEN MANKIND MUST TOW.
HENCE, ALL FEARS FLEE.
‘TIS PATH MANKIND MUST TROW.
I heard Peter cheer in a cloud of witnesses, “Go. Son. Go. Let not my letdown be yours to know.” I had journeyed with two pairs of footprints. Without looking down, I knew there was only a pair as I walked on.
Eyes steady…Faith ready...
From sunrise… To sunset…
The only hold the great waters had on me was a soothing caress of my worn-out feet.
The same waters, of which the skilled of sailors melt at its fierceness, became still.
My problems’ bigness decreased; so did I.
My Christ’s vision increased as my praise went high.
Temples relaxed; shoulders collapsed. Man proposed it falters;
God disposed as he led me beside still waters!
The prisoner of Christ!
