Some of you may know that I grew up in Cali. In my first 19 years of life I moved all up and down the coast.
- Santa Maria
- El Cajon (San Diego)
- Santa Barbara
Each one of those cities, save the dreadful town that is Pomona, had a beach not more than 45 minutes away. In the awesome town of SB, I could literally ride my bike and be on the waves in 30 minutes. I started off trying to be a cool California surfer-dude, but being a soccer player all of my friends were boogie-boarders. I’m not talking white-water warriors or foam freaks, I’m talking Drop-Knee, 360’n Barrel Rollin’ fools who stuck together and could hunt in packs.
On the days the waves came in slow, and as we would wait for “sets” it would be so peaceful out in the water. You look one way towards the beach, and there are all the people playing frisbee, laughing, running, playing, tanning, or whatever.
You look the other way, and see water as far as the eye can see. To us human’s, that’s probably the closest thing we could ever visualize as “forever” or “infinite.” Kind of like God’s grace.
I’ll mention once again just how much the lyrics to How He Loves just gets to me, so much I can’t even sing it when it’s on the set list on Sunday, and being a visual type of person, this is the picture I get in my head when I hear the line “If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.”
No matter how big a “sinner” you think you have become God’s grace is bigger, and even if you’re not necessarily a “God believer,” or if you are and you’ve felt as though you just aren’t worthy enough of Grace, or love, any love, His Love…
If you have a difficult time believing that or grasping the concept, comment below or shoot me message and we’ll talk.