Oceans for Emotions: Sea, people have similarities
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"All rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full. Unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again."
I wonder why the very first fish I catch when wade fishing always slips around to splash its watery spray right on my glasses. It never happens on the last fish I catch, but always on the first fish I catch, and I have to stand out there looking at the whole world through seashine instead of sunshine.
You all know that I love the sea and all of its wonders, but sometimes, I wonder if it loves me back. It is not easy, or even possible, to clean your glasses of sea slime when you are standing in it.
I finally got tired of stumbling and fumbling around out there, and, half-blinded, I found my way back to the beach, rummaged through my fishing car and surprisingly found something clean enough to cure my sea-induced water blindness.
I was mad at the ocean for its rude behavior, so I decided I wouldn't play in it anymore. I just set my 73-year-old childish self down right at the water's edge and dared it to even touch me. But, as I peevishly sat there, I started really thinking about my ocean and our similarities startled me.
After having taught science for years and years and years, I remembered that the Earth is made up of water and people are made up of water. I had taught that, but never really thought about it.
The sea and I are both old. The Scriptures tell us that the very first thing that God moved upon was the face of the waters. In the ocean, we call them waves; on me I call them wrinkles.
The sea waters are cyclic, meaning that they are the only compounds on Earth that can be a solid, liquid and a gas. Me, too; Me, too! I am a solid, though not as solid as I once was, a liquid with all kinds of stuff squishing through me, and a gas, but let's don't go there.
Dear Lord, sometimes my spirit is cyclic and it soars and rises up towards Your Son, then it cools off when the wind changes and I come down like hail, when I could, should be showers of blessings. I'm still earthly, Lord, but someday I will be as eternal as your sea.
