Wow, I am pooped out! There has been good surf for 8 days. I hit the wall yesterday. Surfed at least a few hours every day last week (and yesterday morning very early), attended the Leadership Summit locally (buzzed in from space), met with folks, preached both services Sunday morning, and then spent the day with my grandson Monday (his 6th b’day). Whoa baby!
I tell folks that when the surf gets good, I’m outta here. I used to feel like a slacker when I said that, but how often does the surf get good in Myrtle Beach? A friend of mine says that when the surf is good, his “therapist” is in town. I tell the office the same thing. Hey, she’s not in town very often, and so when she’s here, I gotta go. As the ad says, “Only a surfer knows the feeling.”
A little more than 5 years ago, right before we had our first Sunday meeting, a friend from another state called me up and said he needed to talk. He drove about 4 hours to be with me. He said he “had a word from the Lord.” Yikes! His word was that he had seen me on the beach (no great revelation) but I was standing on the beach (that is unusual). He said I had my usual boards there on the beach, but that the waves and the break was so different that the old boards wouldn’t work, neither would the old style. He said God provided a new shape of board and new style for me to ride the new, and bigger waves. We had just come into the Vineyard, and our heart was to reach the younger group on the beach. Almost 6 years down the road now, I can see excatly what he was talking about. The surfing metaphor meant a lot to me, and it certainly has been applicable.
The Vineyard has provided that new style and much of that new board. We have always been Vineyard in our heart and values, we just never knew it existed. So, we’re surfing with all of our heart here, in the water and out.