Saturdays are devoted to devotions, finishing the sermon and altar-piece work with Martha and Jeanne. So my friend's call to join him at the ocean while his boys surfed disrupted my normal pattern. That probably meant it was important to follow. We walked down to the high tide as three boys paddled through nasty surf out to where the big waves were. And the two of us just sat there, talking, observing the boys crash, and listening. Then the light broke out of the clouds into shafts of white on the ocean...epiphany!