EVERYDAY ENCOUNTER WITH GOD
Pastor Sylvia's Enconters with God in the Midst of Everyday Life
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Beachcombing in Lent Husband has offered me a short vacation in one of
my favorite places on earth. He knows that when the weather transitions
from winter’s cold to the unpredictability of spring, homesickness
always takes me over. We are planning a trip to Bandon! Growing up on the Saturday mornings my family crammed into our 1949
Willy’s Jeep, 4-wheel-drive station wagon with the mismatching-colored
doors, and we were off.
Mom always anticipated dry weather when planning
the menu. Hotdogs to roast. S’Mores to toast. Crisp, fresh potato chips
to crunch while we walked in the sand. And a large ice cold thermos of
the “orange drink preferred by astronauts.” (Tang, yum!) Unfortunately,
the weather was never dry. We drove through Bandon and meandered out Seven
Devils Road until we reached the sand. Our favorite destination was
Agate Beach because we had to cross a farmer’s field to get there. This
required money, and for some reason was a source of fascination week
after week. At the entrance to his self-constructed easement
stood the owner’s dilapidated stool holding a bucket and a handmade
sign. $1 Dollar 2 Cross. Our
debate never faltered. “Dad, what
if we only left fifty cents?” “Then we could only go halfway across.” “If we were
related, would we still have to pay?” “No. I don’t think so.” “Could we
leave cookies instead?” “I’m not sure. I don’t think so.” Then with false bravado, Dad always threw four
quarters in the bucket, shoved the gears into drive, and headed straight
onto the beach, a bold and risky endeavor in the soft and blowing sand. “What if we
get stuck?” “Then we’ll have to dig ourselves out.” “What if the
tide comes in first?” “Then we’ll probably have to walk home.” We never did get stuck, and for the remainder of
the day we always had the beach all to ourselves. The wind blew behind
us, then in front, then from either side. We didn’t care. There were
valuable things to be found: jasper, agates, Japanese glass floats, and
beautiful shells. No one complained about soaking cold rain, soggy
hotdog buns, mushy potato chips and the likelihood that we would find
nothing at all of great value. I think I understand why.
Adventure. There was always the
possibility of finding a
treasure: a bottle stuffed with an authentic message, or a pirate’s
treasure that had washed in from the sea. And there was also the
possibility of great
disaster: the jeep getting stuck, losing a hat. Our trips to the beach
were fraught with exciting possibilities, both good and bad. Now that we are heading towards Easter, I see a
little of our beachcombing adventures in the Passion Story. Jerusalem
during Passover that year was also fraught with possibilities—both good
and bad, although the consequences were much more serious. When they “drove onto the beach,” the worst outcome
imaginable did happen. Jesus, their vehicle got stuck in the sand. And
he didn’t even try to dig his way out. The unmerciful tide of public
opinion swept him out to sea, leaving his friends without the slightest
idea how to get home. By the time the disciples left town, everything
had gone tragically wrong. But like all really great adventure stories,
everything tainted by despair took an unpredictable turn. The stone was
rolled away. Jesus lived. He showed them the way, just like he’d
promised. And the farmer threw away his bucket, announcing, “Everyone
who believes is welcome here. We are family now.” The death and resurrection of Jesus is a vivid
reminder to us all—don’t close the book too early. Stay longer. The
possibility of disaster is nothing compared to our Savior’s assurance
that when we put our trust in him, our personal stories won’t end in
defeat. There really is a treasure. I can hardly wait to visit Bandon again this year.
I wonder if it will rain… |
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