Thursday, November 22, 2007


While walking the beach the other day, I came across this big, rusted piece of metal pictured above. I have no clue what it is for or how it got there on the beach. It is clearly old and heavy. It did something important for something somewhere sometime. I tried to grab it and wiggle it in the sand. Not likely. It is stuck, anchored, fixed deep in the sand. It's not going anywhere soon.
How many of us live lives like that, solid, fixed, permanent and stuck? We had a purpose at one point that was very important, but now are just anchored in the sand, surviving the surf. I cna think of a number of people I know whose lives are stuck and motionless. The are so bounded by their habits, preferences and routines, there is little new in their lives. You can predict the response to almost any question because their repertoire of answers are almost predetermined.
I wrestle with the two poles of stuck and stable, firm foundation and shifting sand, permanent and temporary. I think it's a heart matter, about how stuck or un-stuck one is. It has little to do with vocation or economics, family situation or health. It's something deep inside, the freeing wind of the Holy Spirit blowing where it wills. It's the word to the lame man by the pool of Bethsaida, "Do you want to be healed?" (read: unstuck).
The church can also get stuck...and get un-stuck. When we are open to the blowing winds of the Spirit, stuck lives are loosed to float and sail and soar like eagles.


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