WE ARE BACK

WE ARE BACK

                This heat wave has brought more than the usual crowd to the beach. Every evening the sand is churned up with footprints, human and horse and dog along with the dream castles of children. Early the next morning as I head out on my walk, all of yesterday’s churnings have given way to high tide, the evidence of the works of man is gone leaving only the work of God.

                Likewise we can start each morning with a clean slate as the churnings of yesterday have given way to God’s high tides of grace. As far as the eye can see, there is the tranquility of shore birds and sea gulls. Yesterday’s churnings have become today’s new song.

                I usually walk for an hour, sometimes two before I see the first jogger. Surrounded as I  an by the roar of the ocean and the chatter of the birds, the first jogger of the morning passes me. He is sweaty and breathing hard and… he was wearing ear buds. Oblivious to the symphony of God’s creation, he carries the world with him.

                I love it when the first rays of sun shine out of the east, turning the grey ocean into an electric blue and the breakers to a dazzling white. Clouds of shore birds rise and fall as if of one mind. Their little legs a blur of motion as their little beaks gather morsels from the watery sand that the rest of us can’t even see. Gulls feed on crab pieces and above, the soaring of majestic bald eagles. Just inches above the breakers a train of Pelicans glide nose to tail rising and falling like a roller coaster. They too seem to be of one mind.

                The patterns of nature appear to be marvelously orchestrated as if one great Mind is choreographing this display of dazzling splendor just for me. I look up and say “Thank you. I love your handiwork Lord. And as You blend randomness and design together in perfect harmony, I understand that you can do the same thing with my life. You can cause all things to work together for my good, whether they are random, or choreographed. “

                Those who do not believe in God choose such inane theories as chaos theory, where the chaotic interplay of wind and waves seem only to react in mindless ways. But I see the seeming chaotic interplay of wind and waves as also following laws of action and reaction, gravity and inertia. The end result is a sort of tranquility between my heart and the heart of God. In the end there are no coincidences. Even the days of our lives are numbered before we have lived even one of them. Psalm 139:16.

                The world does seem to be descending into disarray as the children of lesser gods, fight and kill and storm the streets in anger and frustration. We can’t make heads or tails of it all unless we understand God’s Word. In it we see the ending of one age and the beginning of another under the kingly rule of Yeshua. There is growing tension as the gods of this world fight over their turf. In resisting the Day of the Lord, they actually bring it on and thus fulfill the very prophecies that they don’t believe.

                Walking the beach in the early morning, as the first rays of sun turn the ocean to electric blue and the breakers a dazzling white, I let myself, with, all of my little worries, sink into the big arms of God. For what seems to be only chaos to children of lesser gods, is to me the dawning of a new and glorious age.