These days I feel like a sailor who mistakenly set his course direction a few degrees off. He left port with a smile on his face, a song in his heart, and an eagerness to reach his destination.
Even though open water brought crashing waves and forceful winds, he manhandled the sail enough to stay on his set course. After weeks at sea, though tired and weary from struggling, his eyes brightened when he spied land in the distance. Maneuvering closer and closer to shore he began to realize this was not the destination he planned.
Dejected, he docked his boat, climbed out, and went ashore to speak to other sailors in hopes of discovering how he had made his huge mistake. He explained to them the course he had set and his ability to strong-arm the sail. They couldn’t help but notice his strength was almost gone, so they sat him at a table filled with expensive food and the clearest, purest water he’d ever tasted. Once revived, his sailor friends began to explain that his original course, though only a few degrees off, had caused him to sail further and further away from his intended destination.
Some of his new friends admitted they had made the same mistake, but this new land offered such tranquility that they decided to stay. Others, who knew this serene paradise existed, had set their courses intentionally. Though their ships met the same crashing waves and forceful winds, these sailors trusted their heading to lead them successfully onward. They arrived with smiles on their faces, songs in their hearts, and an eagerness to explore all the land had to offer.
Yes, this is exactly how I (and my husband) feel these days. I’m not sure how I missed it! Some of my friends I grew up with got it. Why didn’t I? It has taken seven years of rough sailing to realize I missed the message in the second story in the Bible. If I had only realized Satan’s real deception with Eve in the Garden, perhaps I would have arrived in the land of Freedom much, much sooner.
Please don’t misunderstand me. Freedom is not found solely in one church or another. Freedom is found individually through the grace of Christ. There are free people everywhere, just as there are captives within every church. Oh, that we would all be set free! What a deafening message we could send to this crazy world!
If you’re free already, stay tuned for the next several weeks. Perhaps, my story will help you help someone who is still trying to manhandle his or her own journey. If you’ve not found the overwhelming joy and peace that’s caused you to fall head over heels in love with Jesus, don’t miss the next few weeks.
Ron and I have been on quite a journey. We weren’t even sure where we were headed when we started out, but we knew we were not on the course designed for us. As rough as some of the gut-spilling waters were, I wouldn’t miss a single wave for the peace we have found in the land of Freedom. Joy in the midst of suffering. Peace in the midst of chaos. Grace in place of condemnation. Who wouldn’t want that?
So, now that I’ve got your minds whirling. Spend some time in Genesis 3 this week, and get ready to set sail. Throw yourself a big ol’ bon voyage party while you’re at it. We’ll set our course next week.
Are you in?