Dogma- Part II

A couple of summers ago, my family and I went down to my uncle's beach on the river for a family party. My family AND Molly. The sand was hot, the breeze was warm, & the water was surprisingly tepid. August heat was in the air. We swam in the water, my mom and I, while Molly cried at the end of her leash so we let her go. She loved the water, but more than just the water, she loved being with us.

Several hours later, my mom and I took off on a jet ski, just a little joyride if you will. My mom loves to drive fast and I liked to close my eyes and feel the wind- it works out nicely. We had left Molly on shore with my grandmother, who stood at the shoreline, one hand on Molly's leash, the other pressed to her forehead as she watched us squintingly. Molly cried and tugged and barked and then...she broke lose of her cheetah print collar and started, not to run away, but to relentlessly swim towards us. My grandmother shouted at her and flailed her arms, signaling her back towards shore but Molly just kept on paddling her little heart out. Luckily, I noticed her before she got out too far because, well, Molly's a little rotund and has legs the length of my big toe so she wouldn't have made it far. I scooped her up, greeted by kisses and affection, as we rode back to shore.

How often do we tie God to the shore in hopes to escape, even if just for a minute? How far do we run, worried we're being watched? And how great is the love of God for us that even when we flee from Him, He comes to find us?

We are so foolish: "Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the dawn, if I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, even there Your hand will lead me, and Your right hand will lay hold of me." Psalm 139:7-10

Ropes, leashes, time itself cannot keep God from us. "NOTHING can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus" --Romans 8:39. He loves us & He will swim and kick His stumpy legs as hard and fast as He needs to in order to reach us. Sometimes we'll spot Him not far off the shore and run back to His side or sometimes He'll meet us in the middle of the river, in the middle of the treacherous ocean, perhaps gasping for our last breathe. We are still running and jet skiing away but God is still swimming and He will not rest until He gets you back to Himself.