i believe in getting into a car and just going. Travelling down a road you've always wanted to take. Rolling down the windows, letting the air in. If it is sea air, all the better.
i believe in getting out of the car, and climbing over the dune (or opening a gate, or taking a wooded path), and I believe in the surprise that will inevitably come.
And if it were a dune, say. . .the surprises could be. . .a tanker sunk just off shore. A bed of thick white shells. Or the moment when you look back over your shoulder, across the sound, and realize that you can no longer see the mainland. . .and that road that you followed took you thirty miles out to sea. . .and you are adrift, disconnected, gone. . .
I believe in goosebumps when you realize how much more real this wilderness is than the perceived safety at home . . .and it is fiercely beautiful in a wild way like God is. . .and your eyes keep filling up with light, light, light from blue and white, and blue airy over watery horizons that never end.
And i believe in the timing of whelks that have been fashioned in the watery depths by blind smithy creatures, rolling over sandy bottom for how long? years? to be rolled up to your feet on an incoming wave for just this moment, just this now.
And i believe in taking a bit of that wild home and dropping it sandy on the table and finding it pushed aside until they've formed a circle in the center of your home. . .
i believe the cross was evidence that our God is not safe. . .but fiercely beautiful. . .I believe the path of Lent takes us out into that beauty. . .
and i believe in the gifts His tide brings in . . . telling us the tame now is not all there is. . .
That is what the Scriptures mean when they say,
“No eye has seen,
no ear has heard,
and no mind has imagined
what God has prepared for those who love Him.”
~1 Corinthians 2:9