The men of the tribe gathered in the early morning hours. The sun had just crested the eastern horizon and they were clustered in small groups, speaking in hushed tones out of respect for the God that created this and an unwillingness to disturb the beauty of the moment. Some were preparing to be initiated into the tribe, others were elders who had been around for decades, all were thankful for this time on this day.
As some of the groups broke off preparing for the adventure that was to come and others headed into their adventure, two stood by watching to see is the lone tribesman out in the surf was going to catch the first ride of the day. The sea was like glass and the waves were just that perfect height to make for great rides. As the two stood waiting the wave lifted to crest and the tribesman paddled; as the wave peaked the sun shone through it as if the whole sea was made of emeralds. The lone tribesman slipped into the perfect face and showed the tribe that today was going to be a great day.
Sometimes God allows us to experience those moments when everything troublesome washes away and for just a moment no matter how fleeting it may seem time stands still and you are all alone with God and His creation and delighting in Him as you delight in His creation. For me those moments come most often in the surf. Saturday, although I did not get any rides worth writing home about, I was able to put everything aside and experience the ocean and the birds as they sailed through the sky, their wing tips just touching the lip of a cresting wave. Watching friends hoot in pure joy as they slipped into good rides. I just thank God that He allows me this experience and I pray that you can delight in Him while delighting in something that He created for you. Be Well.
The Pastor