Oh how the tide turns

Seemed like an ordinary day, that is, if you consider a day on the water among friends and family, walking atop the wooden piers, watching sea life,  and people, considering the nuances of restaurant food, smells, and noises just ordinary. Yeah, there’s a question: what is ordinary? But I digress.

Image result for restaurant on the water

A TV script could be written; the tides of our lives, as the tide turns, another tide, but this day was drawing to a close.

A man wandered off to be alone with his thoughts before the setting sun called it a day, and he walked along the thin boardwalk, straying further and further from the docked ships, the food palaces, parked bicycles, his friends, his loved ones, yes, he was lost in imagination enjoying the din of such a good life, and more so, here on the water where there was no smoke, no unwanted sounds, and he wanted to drink deeply one last time the memories of his excellent day. Mmm, the smells.

He noticed the water spill onto the lumber beneath his feet, but strangely did not appear interested in the wetness of the walkway. All day he walked, and the planks were never wet, but now, dryness was hard to see, and he sensed the water rising beneath his feet.

Not too concerned, he strolled and smiled, then instantly, his mind went from a great calm to near bedlam as he looked in every direction. The restaurant was gone, no bicycles, the ships, his friends, no family to be seen, and what was once a massive vacation spot on the water was gone. The wooden boardwalk had no context, and his ankles were now wet, then a minute later his knees, and there was nothing, nothing in sight.

Water in every direction and now the very boards beneath his feet were submerged.

How could this be he thought? A mirage? A dream? In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, he was waist-high in water, and of course he thought of a phone but what’s the point? From serenity to blatant fear for his life, he had no time to think, for he was at the mercy of the tides, tides which showed no favoritism.

Did he now curse God, or did he thank God in his final moments for a life well spent? Or did he do neither and plainly succumb to the avalanche of the inevitable swallowing by the sea?

I don’t know. You may know, or you may not care, but truth be told, all of us are on borrowed time, and none know the time, place, or the day we will be called to surrender our borrowed oars.

Is this pessimistic by noting the obvious? Or is it optimistic by calling to attention life in all the beauty of its random events?

Think of that great ship the Titanic, and the waters that mercilessly claimed its occupants. Think of that other great ship, that housed eight people, and how the same waters were helpless in claiming the passengers. Water is both brutal and wonderful, but in the end it’s always a good idea to consider He who owns the tap.

This is a simple commentary about the uncertainty of the tides in life, but there is a Captain who is certain, and who is surprised by nothing, One who knows the time and height of the tides, One who knows the circuits of the whale, and One who knows the thoughts and intents of the hearts of men.

Time is short. The breaths are fewer and fewer. There are only so many full moons we are given to see and enjoy. The information of, in, and through life itself points like true north to He who sitteth in the heavens. Always and forever.

About ColorStorm

Blending the colorful issues of life with the unapologetic truth of scripture, while adding some gracious ferocity.
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6 Responses to Oh how the tide turns

  1. archaeopteryx1 says:

    Think of that other great ship, that housed eight people, and how the same waters were helpless in claiming the passengers.

    EDIT necessary-

    ARCH: You may want to think why the rest of your comment here is nixed; and how a little discernment on this end is helpful. You want to steer a ship clearly off course to your seas of endless excuses.

    Once more I am well aware of certain devices. No tkx.


    • archaeopteryx1 says:

      ARCH: You may want to think why the rest of your comment here is nixed” – Oh no, there’s never been any doubt – it’s your fear of letting any of your coven hear any but your side of the story. No need to think further that.


      • ColorStorm says:

        You have a habit at missing COMPLETELY the essence of a post…………as you would love to steer your boat into endless exchanges, as if there is merit in your excuses..

        And by the way, your next comment I see is also a repeat, and has nothing to do with this post either. Nice try.

        But maybe someone else is interested in dialog, but please stop with your cut and paste lame excuses, and insults regarding good people who frequent this site..


  2. Well said. This reminds me of Peter stepping out of the boat in the midst of a storm and Christ perhaps saying, “All will be well, just keep your eyes on me.” I suppose we can all choose not too keep our eyes on our Savior, but given the turbulent waters, that doesn’t seem very rational.

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    • ColorStorm says:

      Good reminder there. We can talk about that huh, but it must have been quite a sight for the others to witness a potential drowning……….then the power of God over nature………..

      but we have our stories of equal faith to tell, where others have seen us in the midst of storms………..and wondered How we could have a great calm too I suppose.

      Your last line reminds me of the old tune that S and G got half right: The Bridge over troubled waters is the Lord 😉 Good call ms bytes.

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