Whenever a bad storm or something happens, people talk about all 'hell breaking loose.' But sometimes, when we have time to notice, all Heaven breaks loose too.
John walks onto a still-dark beach just before dawn. He always misses his father...but especially this time of year with the Hallmark card holiday coming. Still has a Holy Father he thinks. As he puts his surfboard down, he thinks about how he needs faith, and guidance in his life...and really doesn't care if someone else wants to worship...whatever...a ball of gas for creating the universe. He doesn't care whatever anyone believes in. The ocean is lightening to dark green, turning the sand from gray to white. Behind him, the reeds on the sand dunes have gone from charcoal to purple. He lays on his surfboard. His silver Celtic cross clicks on the blue board. Tan and white speckled sand pipers and gulls are busy digging for transparent, tiny baby crabs in shallow pools near the tip of his surfboard. The ocean is pounding hard. Some would describe the ocean as angry. But no one who surfs would. Now the tops of the reeds on the dunes have gone crimson like someone has turned on millions of oval lights.
He opens the book Why Trust Jesus by Dave Sterrett. As he reads it, the book makes him feel like someone's there for him...like a father. Or like when you come in from the beach, take a shower and now you are cold so you wrap yourself in a blanket. Anyway, it's a peaceful place.
The Satanist he met last night didn't seem to be at peace. 'Satan loves people. He wouldn't tell you to pull up your jeans and not show your underwear like saggers do. Or not to dry hump when you dance. Or take credit for your victories...' So if Satan is so great, why were you so pissed off Mr Satanist? Why were you sooo threatened by my faith,,,my stupid little cross? I have friends from all different faiths, John thinks. Parts of most faiths sound good. I just happen to follow mine. And I don't want to become some money-grubbing creep America seems to worship. Deep breath, cleared mind, John opens the book.
As John reads, the sun dawns red. Within minutes, it skips across the tops of wave crests on the horizon. Soon the crests near the beach blush pink, then turn the wet sand at the sand pipers feet shimmering red. The pink light reaches up the beach, hits John's surboard and splashes onto the white pages of the book-turning them pink too. For a few mintues, the entire beach in every direction glows pink, then orange, then yellow and finally daylight. The ocean shimmers in white strobe lights on every wave crest.
John is thinking about how he feels miles away from that party in Greenwich village. John thinks, it's o.k. to miss a father. But he needs to be careful not to show he misses one. Who knows who you might attract. Who's your daddy?...Satan?...no really... God, thought Luke Skywalker got a bum deal in a dad, John laughs.
John sits up on his surfboard to observe the waves. What is that saying...red sky in the morning...sailor take warning. Warning taken. Thanks for the guidance Father.
John runs into the ocean with his surfboard alone...well, kinda alone.
John walks onto a still-dark beach just before dawn. He always misses his father...but especially this time of year with the Hallmark card holiday coming. Still has a Holy Father he thinks. As he puts his surfboard down, he thinks about how he needs faith, and guidance in his life...and really doesn't care if someone else wants to worship...whatever...a ball of gas for creating the universe. He doesn't care whatever anyone believes in. The ocean is lightening to dark green, turning the sand from gray to white. Behind him, the reeds on the sand dunes have gone from charcoal to purple. He lays on his surfboard. His silver Celtic cross clicks on the blue board. Tan and white speckled sand pipers and gulls are busy digging for transparent, tiny baby crabs in shallow pools near the tip of his surfboard. The ocean is pounding hard. Some would describe the ocean as angry. But no one who surfs would. Now the tops of the reeds on the dunes have gone crimson like someone has turned on millions of oval lights.
He opens the book Why Trust Jesus by Dave Sterrett. As he reads it, the book makes him feel like someone's there for him...like a father. Or like when you come in from the beach, take a shower and now you are cold so you wrap yourself in a blanket. Anyway, it's a peaceful place.
The Satanist he met last night didn't seem to be at peace. 'Satan loves people. He wouldn't tell you to pull up your jeans and not show your underwear like saggers do. Or not to dry hump when you dance. Or take credit for your victories...' So if Satan is so great, why were you so pissed off Mr Satanist? Why were you sooo threatened by my faith,,,my stupid little cross? I have friends from all different faiths, John thinks. Parts of most faiths sound good. I just happen to follow mine. And I don't want to become some money-grubbing creep America seems to worship. Deep breath, cleared mind, John opens the book.
As John reads, the sun dawns red. Within minutes, it skips across the tops of wave crests on the horizon. Soon the crests near the beach blush pink, then turn the wet sand at the sand pipers feet shimmering red. The pink light reaches up the beach, hits John's surboard and splashes onto the white pages of the book-turning them pink too. For a few mintues, the entire beach in every direction glows pink, then orange, then yellow and finally daylight. The ocean shimmers in white strobe lights on every wave crest.
John is thinking about how he feels miles away from that party in Greenwich village. John thinks, it's o.k. to miss a father. But he needs to be careful not to show he misses one. Who knows who you might attract. Who's your daddy?...Satan?...no really... God, thought Luke Skywalker got a bum deal in a dad, John laughs.
John sits up on his surfboard to observe the waves. What is that saying...red sky in the morning...sailor take warning. Warning taken. Thanks for the guidance Father.
John runs into the ocean with his surfboard alone...well, kinda alone.
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