HE SAID – He Said
You rule over the surging sea; when its waves mount up, you still them. Psalm 89:9
The crocodile in the lineup was almost as long as my board: and I ride a long surfboard. The waves are taller than me, the air warm and the wind howling. This is the dream of a surfer: large waves in a Banana Republic.
On the sidewalks of Tamarindo (mud path), I catch snippets of conversations. Most begin with, “I caught this right and…” Tamarindo is “ground zero” for the Endless Summer. Here Robert August introduced the surfing world to Costa Rica. Southwest swells roll in from the Pacific, hit sand and reef bottoms and pitch: often pitching beginners and advanced board riders over “the falls.”
The psalmist says God stills the waves but at Witches Rock, Ollies Point and Marbella locals and landlocked surfers wait for swells. Not too large, not too fast. Just right… and lefts.
Does God hear our surfers prayer for waves? Does He answer a sailor’s plea for wind or a skier’s request for snow? I don’t know. But I am comforted to know, no matter how large the sets are today, He could smash them with one word. This is part of the lure of the Endless Summer: to tease death and escape the clutches of the waves that threaten to pull us under.
Over dinner tonight I’m sure I’ll say, “I caught one great left and it…” I pray God hears the joy in my voice and knows how grateful I am that His hand moves the waters. For me and others, sitting on a board in the ocean with the sun warming our shoulders, is not just the dream of an endless summer but an endless time of worship with the One who sends perfect waves.
Thanks Lord for the waves. And thanks, too, for the endless Son.