The other day, I sat outside at the front of the ship for a while. We had been sailing quite close to India, clear of pirate hot spots, and holding a speed of about 7 knots. We usually sail at 10 knots and whenever you step outside you get a good blast of wind, but at 7 knots, that wind was just a lovely breeze. So I sat outside in the sun, leaning on the ship, with the lovely breeze in my face, and it was wonderful.
And I looked to my left and right. We were close to India, but not so close you can see it. Nothing but water and water and water, as far as I could see in both directions.
And I looked straight ahead. I saw a buoy with a Pakistani flag on it, okay . . . but nothing else. :-) Endless water. We move forward for hours, days at a time, and still it stretches endlessly in front of us.
And I looked up to the sky – light blue, streaked with greyish clouds. If my eyes could see past the clouds, the view would go on forever. It has no end, or so I'm told. (I can't prove it, but I still believe it is true.) It's the only thing I can think of that has no boundaries.
And I looked down at the sea. What I see there is very different. It too is vast, but I can't see very far down. I know – at least, I believe – that it goes down for many, many, many feet – too many for me to comprehend – but all I see is the very surface of it. It is fortunate, isn't it, that the limitations of my perception are not the limitations of the ocean!
And I looked down into my Bible, sitting open on my lap, and my reading for the day - "coincidentally" - was in Ephesians 3:
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge . . .
I think I understand that a little bit better now.
And I looked to my left and right. We were close to India, but not so close you can see it. Nothing but water and water and water, as far as I could see in both directions.
And I looked straight ahead. I saw a buoy with a Pakistani flag on it, okay . . . but nothing else. :-) Endless water. We move forward for hours, days at a time, and still it stretches endlessly in front of us.
And I looked up to the sky – light blue, streaked with greyish clouds. If my eyes could see past the clouds, the view would go on forever. It has no end, or so I'm told. (I can't prove it, but I still believe it is true.) It's the only thing I can think of that has no boundaries.
And I looked down at the sea. What I see there is very different. It too is vast, but I can't see very far down. I know – at least, I believe – that it goes down for many, many, many feet – too many for me to comprehend – but all I see is the very surface of it. It is fortunate, isn't it, that the limitations of my perception are not the limitations of the ocean!
And I looked down into my Bible, sitting open on my lap, and my reading for the day - "coincidentally" - was in Ephesians 3:
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge . . .
I think I understand that a little bit better now.
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Beautiful.
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