James Robbie writes about the joy of connecting to the greater force behind the powerful waves.
Standing perched on the surfboard of life, waiting for the joy and ecstasy of the next swell, only to find yourself on the motionless sandy beach. Your only companion a rouge palm tree. Looking out you see guys having the time of their lives on the water.
Yeah, I had the experience of the waves, the joy and fulfilment of the surf before. For now though, I find myself beached, no waves no water.
Standing here looking out I realise there is a force much greater behind the power of the waves. God, the literal master of them, without Him there is no wave and no surfing, and life is as good as standing on the sandy beach.
I have been on those waves, but while out there where was God? Certainly not in my thoughts and far from my heart. Yes He was creating the waves, making opportunities for joy, love, happiness and allowing me to express myself. He was never on my thoughts nor in my heart, and I never relied on and trusted Him. I was taking wave after glorious wave not seeing it from the beach not giving it a second thought, living for myself and for the moment. This is the nature of things, a natural course of events that will leave you stranded on the motionless sands of self-reliance.
From this point of view one begins to realise what it really is to be out there on the waves. Riding an unending source of power, mountains of water moved and shifted around like thoughts in the minds of men. A force of power with no end and no limit, yet as reliable and precise as time.
What can man actually achieve outside of this God? Relying on your own power and trying to do anything is like acknowledging God but denying His power. A moment of clear wisdom will come when you will realise how miserable it all is. Truth be told the only thing we can achieve outside of God is sin, the one thing man can take credit for being able to achieve all on his own is this.
Remembering what it was like, imagining when you rode the waves and you thought they would never end. Reliving past experiences and the highs, only to awaken to the reality of your situation. Envy, spite, jealousy, malice and all kinds of other evils raise their heads in the absence of the thrill and the joy. On land one will soon realise this as the natural flow of things, this is what it looks like when man takes the credit and relies on his own understanding.
Humble yourself to the God of the waves, the lover of your soul, and put your trust in Him. All your trust. Ask God for the desires of your heart with the knowledge that He is the only way any good can come from this life and in this world. He is the giver of dreams; He placed the deep things within us. He created us in His image and with purpose.
Waves on their own are beautiful, people on their own too are beautiful. When by God’s grace they come together with man at the centre mastering the waves and in his heart giving glory to God for the good things in life yet remaining humble, it’s more than beauty. It is the hand of God opened to man and man riding on his palm — all creation sits on edge, her eyes scanning back and forth looking for the glory of God, looking to reach out and touch God. Not man, we don’t reach out, we don’t seek. God in his infinite power and glory reaches out to touch us. His eyes are scanning, looking for a man, not a perfect man, but one humble enough on the beach, longing. A man who realises God is the giver of all things good, a man who will never again even on the crest of the perfect wave forget he is riding the open palm of the hand of God.