Last month I returned once more to the Outer Banks of North Carolina.I walked the seashore between Duck and
Corolla, pondering my previous journeys there and the many other places around
the globe that had me immersed in thought on or near the great oceans.Henry
Beston, in his essay The Headlong Wave describes
the immeasurable wonder of seas and seashore best:
“The seas are the heart’s blood of the earth.Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the
moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth’s veins.The rhythm
of waves beats in the sea like a
pulse in living flesh.It is pure force,
forever embodying itself in a succession of watery shapes which vanish on its
passing….Consider the marvel of what we see.Somewhere in ocean, perhaps a thousand miles and more from this beach,
the pulse beat of earth liberates a vibration, an ocean wave.Is the original
force circular, I wonder, and
do ocean waves ring out from the creative beat as they do on a quiet surface
broken by a stone?Are there, perhaps,
ocean circles so great and so intricate that they are unperceived?Once created,
the wave or the arc of a wave
begins its journey through the sea.Countless variations precede it, countless vibrations follow after.It
breaks, dissolves, and is gone. The
innermost waters it last inhabited flow back in marbled foam to become a body
to another beat, and to be again flung down.So it goes night and day, and will go till the secret heart of the earth
strikes out its slow beat and the last wave dissolves upon the last forsaken
shore.”
But we have this treasure in jars of clay
to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.2 Corinthians 4:7
Mt. Ranier and Chrystal Lake - Summer, 2015
Rumbling continuously through my thoughts all the past month has been this
poetic truth that Paul wrote to the Corinthians…”We have this treasure in jars
of clay.”The treasure he speaks of is
the incredible priceless gift of life.That any of us made it into this sphere we call “life” is so grand a
miracle that none has fully comprehended its full meaning.We catch a glimpse
of this splendid treasure
in rare moments when we see love demonstrated in acts of kindness, when another
is acknowledged or rewarded for work well done, when artists have given back to
the world their talent and very best, and when we gather to hear a eulogy for a
sojourner worthy of their footprint on the earth.It is then that we fully comprehend
Paul’s
metaphor “pot of clay”, the brevity of our time, and the fragile container that
holds the treasure.Growing older, beset
by the reality of spent youth and vigor, we marvel at the accuracy of Paul’s
metaphor, a pot of clay having served as a vulnerable but temporary
reservoir.Then we read again Jesus’
promise to His disciples: “Because I live, you also shall live.”Life
here and life Eternal!Kneeling there in gratitude, we worship.
Summer Meadow
When thou passest through the
waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow
thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither
shall the flame kindle thee.For I am
the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour.(Isaiah 43: 2-3)