Pentecost: This Seal is Dying
On our way to a conference in Mission Springs, Lisa and I took a side-trip to the beach not far from Castroville. Down the beach we saw a curious shape and walked to it. it was a small seal. At first we thought it was dead, then we noticed its labored breathing and glassy eyes. It was clearly in trouble on a long and empty stretch of beach. Should we help it? How? Was it safe? Did it crawl up onto the beach after an attack? Did it crawl up onto the beach to die? Would rolling it back into the water prolong its agony? What did we know about what we were seeing except the immanence of death?
The text for Pentecost Sunday: "So we do not lose heart. Even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day." II Cor 4:16 We were observing first hand, up close and graphically, the wasting away of life. It's not pretty. It hurts to watch. Death comes to animals and people. So does age and decay. I don't like it at all. But it is the reality we live with.
The good news is the "down payment", the "arrabon" we are given with the Holy Spirit. We do not lose heart, even though the clay jar is cracked and the tent is torn and flapping.