Have you ever been out at sea. You are in the boat and for miles and miles, isolated from the land. It is always a miracle to see land again. Though I always realize that the land is still there, it is stunning to return to it again.

I guess I sort of imagine, what if we lived in the ocean? What if we lived in the ocean and we never saw land. What would we think of the land? Would we perhaps think that the land did not exist, that there could be no place so ridgid and desolate? Maybe we would think that land was really where we were, that this thing that we stood on was land and it only existed as a metaphor for our own spirit.

Sometimes, I think that this is a good metaphor to explain the lives of born believers. Though, I should say that I have probably skirted the coasts of disbelief time and time again, could it be possible that I have stayed at sea this whole time? Is it possible, also, that the further I go out to sea, surrounded by believers as I am, the more that I lose sight of the land? Maybe the thoughts that haunt me are as if I thoughthe land stopped existing? Or rather that maybe the waters of grace were really land masquerading? I think that it could be. The truth remains, however, that the land is land and the waters are water, and I have not truly strayed.

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