Give your life to Christ
In a stormy ocean, a rock,
A place to stand,
To haul yourself out of the battering waves and be grounded,
Secure.
But also a boat.
A rock and a boat.
Freedom to go wherever you want.
No confinement, or isolation,
Safe, but a prisoner,
Limited.
Instead, liberated,
Freer than a bird flying over the rock, or boat,
Soaring in the sky.
Such is Christ to me.
He creates the foundation on which to stand.
I cannot, in truth, plumb the ocean to drive in a stake
On which to build a platform on which to live.
It is too deep, and all is shifting mud,
But he is a floating rock,
Held up by God’s love.
The impossible man,
But someone just like me,
Who holds out his hand, and hauls me onboard.
In him I find truth sufficient in itself to hold me above chaos.
If I look away, the waters rage,
But, looking at him, the deep is stilled.
He sends me out.
The rock is a refuge, not a hiding place.
It becomes the boat and the breath of God fills my sails.
A chill of fear melts in the warmth of his smile,
As I remember he is still in the boat with me,
Even while his voice far out at sea calls to me:
“Follow me”.
All is well.
I have learnt to make sense of the way life with him makes no sense,
Until you leave behind the nonsense of the world,
And open your heart to his truth.
In truth, I could not do it, till I trusted in him,
And then I knew he loved me.
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